Where am I? This isn’t my home, I don’t remember this place?
I lay sprawled on the floor dazed & befuddled. I look up into the most beautiful brown eyes I have ever seen and a soft voice asks “Are you okay?”
My last conscious thought was I was standing in line to meet Mr. Vincent Philip D’Onofrio.
OMG – I almost there I can see his face, I’m one person away from him. My stomach has twisted into a knot, my hands are shaking and I have to keep reminding myself to BREATHE! That man lights a fire so deep in my soul. A fire I can’t extinguish nor do I want to. My face and ears are now an attractive fire engine red and I feel the world slipping away from me. Breathe I keep whispering to myself. As I approach the table where he is sitting I am suddenly cold as ice, white as a sheet and trembling like a leaf. Oh dear God, don’t let me embrass myself by doing something stupid. It’s too late I’m standing in front of him; he leans in next to my face and he shakes my hand as he says “Hi, I’m Vincent”. BAM down I go like a ton of bricks. Very lady like my dear. And the next word I hear is:
People ask me why if I live in NYC, I don't make an effort to find Vincent or at least check out the various CI filming locations. The above fictional scenario is the reason why, I fear I would drop like a lead weight.