Another day had passed and I was getting more and more excited. Who wouldn't? Superstars were about to invade one of the local expo centers and I was going to be right in the middle of it. Even though I knew it wasn't a place for someone like me, I had to go so I wouldn't be able to live in the regret of my decisions later.

I had waited over a month and had to psych myself up and prepare to drive over fifty miles in to the large city of Denver in the middle of some of the worst traffic I had ever seen just to try and get signatures from well-known WWE superstars.

I never did well with talking to people who held status over me in any category, usually the words came out stuttered or not at all or they came out angry and disrespectful. I really did seem to have a problem with authority that I didn't understand myself. I was, mostly, that typical star struck fan where the words just wouldn't come out right, and I prayed in my head that I could just make it through the day without embarrassment, assuming the booths didn't close by the time I got up to them.

My friend Mike had agreed to meet me once I got to the expo center on Friday and that would help ease any awkwardness I would be feeling. He would be my emotional support and could take my mind off of my mistakes and pull me out of any sketchy moments if there were any. Plus seeing him would just be fun. Mike offered a care free persona and loved to laugh at his own jokes. He was the ultimate pick-me-up. He only stood about five-foot-two and had energy for days. His hair was in long dreads and he was, for the most part, the typical hippie. Wrestling wasn't really his thing but he was excited none the less and would listen to all of my silly stories while we waited.

Friday finally arrived and early in the day I dressed and nit picked over my makeup and the outfit I was going to wear. My body image sometimes overwhelmed me when I didn't accept my own looks. When I was finally ready I went over my check list to make sure I had everything I needed such as a pen or marker and what I wanted signatures on. When everything was in order I jumped in to my truck and hit the road.

About two hours later, I had finally arrived at the expo center, probably one of the few dozen that arrived way too early. I was happy to have time to clear my head from all of the awful traffic I had just experienced. Now it was time to get inside and start getting a game plan. Like all of my other unsupervised excursions, I rushed in quickly inside to find I was still really early.

I had, above all else, come all the way to stand in line for Randy Orton, the "Face of the WWE." There would be probably a million people waiting to see his face and mostly a ton of screaming girls to go along with it. Going to signings like this always took time but I knew people would easily give up six hours of their day just to see him so I decided to find that line first. Luckily, I was among the first twenty people to get in line to start the three hour wait. I was hoping really hard that some disaster didn't happen and that Mr. Orton didn't forget to set his alarm clock, cancel, or just plain forget to be there.

After a moment of such a disturbing thought I realized my brow was set in to a grimace and I had shocked myself with my newly found bad mood and anxieties. I decided to call Mike to let him know where I was so he could find me. I really needed someone to help break the tension I was feeling.

"Hey Mike! It's Erin! Are you on your way yet?" I didn't give him a chance to speak once the line was open, I was too excited. "Well of course I'll be there. Aren't you a wee bit early?" He yawned, after he spoke. Mike probably worked the overnight shift and was barely waking up at noon.

"Yes I'm early but I got a great spot in line at Randy Orton's table, can't blame me for that! When will I see you today? Should I hold you a spot or meet you somewhere else when you get here?"

Mike was being blasted by my questions and I was starting to get antsy and nervous that he wouldn't be there immediately and maybe not before the superstars started their signings.

"I still have to get ready but I'll be there in a couple hours. I need breakfast and all that. I'll call you when I get there. Just be calm!"

I laughed out loud and ended the call. Now it all came down to waiting and that was the worst part of the whole experience and I was still by myself. At least I had people watching I could do while I waited in line and my sketch pad was ready for any ideas that jumped out at me while I was there. Music played at a decent volume and it was mostly wrestling theme music and other high intensity rock and roll. My mood was lifting as I sighed and put my head back against the wall.