[It had been an hour or two now that you’ve been waiting in line. You’ve been waiting for this moment for forever. You’re finally backstage for the meet and greet and it was almost your turn in line. You could feel your heart race as you got a better view of him. You slowly walked up to him, it was your turn.] He looked at you with a friendly smile, giving you a wave before he began to speak. Hi! How’re you? Would you like me to sign that? He asked, pointing at the print you had in your hand