“THE Wanda E. Brunstetter HERSELF is here tonight!!!’” What?!?! Where?!?! I practically fell out of my seat and there I saw her, popping her dainty head above the audience. She looked just like I’ve seen her, on the back of her books. My face white, my heart pounding, my tongue panting, my sister finally pulled me back into my seat. I took a picture of the back of her head, like any normal fan would, and couldn’t be quiet until at least half the play was over. Which was hilarious, by the way..... AT the play intermission, we found out that Wanda E Brunstetter would be doing a book signing! What! Here?! But I didn’t have a book. My poor, kind, sweet mother actually took care of that problem, and bought me a gift. A book. Called “The Gift,” which had just come out four days before!
When the play was over, I headed out the double doors to the lobby. Hmm. Who should I meet first? The actors or Wanda Brunstetter? Okay, Wanda Brunstetter. Deal. Little me took my place, third person from the front, and jiggled in anticipation. I looked at my mother unbelievingly. I was about to meet someone I had only seen in my imagination. And then it was time. She looked at me, and I stopped in shock for a few seconds, looking calm and collected, of course. I couldn’t look TOO eager, you know. “HIIIIII!!!” I shouted, lurching forward and slamming my book on her desk. “Could you like, sign this, please?!” I smiled sweetly, even as I talked a little too loudly. She kindly fulfilled my request, of course, putting a sticker on it and giving me some bookmarks. Wanda E. Brunstetter graciously told me about her mailing list, which I of course hurriedly signed up for. I scribbled my name and email, and as I was trying to remember my address, I explained “I just moved. Heh heh.” “Oh, I just moved too. I know what you mean!” Wanda smiled. What? We had something in common. I couldn’t believe it. Now, it was time for a picture. I smiled at my mom’s phone, leaning toward Wanda B. on the other side of the table. “No, come over here!” Wanda invited, holding her graceful arms out. I excitedly did as she requested. We smiled as we stood together there, the backdrop a perfect mixture of books and a warm ambiance of a fireplace. Then, as our side hug was drifting gently away, I looked straight at her. “I would LOVE to be an author someday!” She smiled and offered her well-seasoned advice –“If it’s your dream..then follow it!” Yes, I will. I Will. I WILL!!!! I vowed, silently and out-loud. It was time to go. I grabbed my books and bookmarks, clutching them close, and started to walk away. I paused, turned back on my step, and looked one last time on the famous one. “Thank you! Goodbye!” I cried out, my weak voice lost in the murmurs of the crowd. It was my last look. My steps back to my normal life were like a dream: floating but shaky, excited and emotional. After I met the actors from the play, I’m afraid I was a bit too emotional, on accident. I truly was shaking, and almost about to cry from the wonderful experiences I had.. My cousins and aunt and mom and sister all looked upon me, the weak, excited, overwhelmed, little girl. (I think they probably chuckled. Look how excited she is, or something.. Ugh.) But, it was an amazing time. SO unexpected, the best surprise I’ve gotten in my measly fourteen years. But, you know what truly is amazing? No? I’ll tell you. I know Someone who is the most "famous" One in ALL the world! (In fact, He actually made the world, and invented writing, and created authors!). God is the most amazing author of all, and He wrote a book we can all read. The most famous, most read, most cherished, and most life-changing. What the coolest thing is, is that we can not only talk to Him all the time, whenever and wherever we choose, but He also longs for us to talk and have a relationship with Him. And that, is what is amazing.
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