She chatted with the fans. She talked to them. She threw out
tidbits from the show. She reminisced about her first signing: the day before they were repeated practicing
and filming a scene that made her shoulders and arms sore. She worried all
night about giving people a legible signature.
I will admit she did stress me. She struggled with the silver paint pen they
gave her. She ended up blotting photos
and leaving a trial of fingerprints from the excess on her hands. She laughed. She took the photo and tossed it to the side. It
was amusing. She wasn’t going to give someone a bad signature. I like that. I respect
that.
However…I was getting a photo signed for a friend. It was
already signed by the other cast members. She couldn’t just toss it to the side
if she blotted the signature. I watched as they swapped the paint pens three
times. I saw a dozen ruined attempts. I was
thinking of pulling out my silver sharpie and telling her to just use that
instead of the paint pens.
And then, about 2 people in front of me, it clicked. The signatures
were smooth. No more finger-painting. I handed over my friend’s photo and held
my breath. It was successful. Then I handed over my photo and she signed with a
blue sharpie. No issues with that.
We chatted. She seemed to worry that no one would show for
her panel that was later in the day. She
invited me to see her at the panel. I told
her I’m sure it would be packed.
Once that signature was done, I had lunch with some friends
and drove back to Dallas.
AH
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