BRUSH WITH GREATNESS
CAPTURED!
HE TOWERED OVER THE CROWD, WEARING DARK SUNGLASSES AND AN IRREPRESSIBLE air of confidence.
His languid moves reminded me of, well, a cheetah. A sleek, lithe cat, the master of his domain.
His charisma power pulled me closer into the vortex of his celebrity.
I tried to get his attention but it was futile. I pushed toward the crowd and then -- snap! I forever owned a piece of him. He was so near yet still so far.
Inexplicably, he made me hungry. I fled the crowd in search of satiation, content that I had some small souvenir of my brush with 'cheese.'
