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The Day I Met Someone Famous
by Sandra Yuen MacKay

“Cheryl, see that man?” Kathy said, staring across the restaurant.

I looked up from my bean salad. Then with a mouthful of food, I said, “Who is it?”

“That’s Michael Diamond. He’s famous.”

“Michael who?” I tried to swallow.

“You know, Michael Diamond the writer.”

“What has he written?” I dabbed my lips with a cloth napkin.

“Darkness Comes, The Illumination Theory, Existing in Tomorrow. . .”

“Oh, he’s a novelist.”

“He’s made a lot of money. Do you think I should ask for his autograph?”

“Don’t bother him.”

“Is he actually eating alone? Look, that woman in the green dress waved at him and he smiled back. We’re going over there. C’mon.” Kathy rose to her feet.

“Wait!“ I said, trying to finish my mouthful of food.

Kathy jerked me from my seat to meet the famous writer. Firmly, she led me over to his table.

“Hi, you’re Michael Diamond the author, aren’t you?” Kathy had a hold on my wrist strong enough to give me welts.

“Yes, and who are you two lovely ladies?”

“I’m Kathy and this is Cheryl.” She offered her hand and pumped his. “We’re big fans. Can I have your autograph?”

“Certainly. What would you like me to sign on?”

“Do you have one of those 8 by 10 glossies? I’ll pay for it.”

He reached for his portfolio and pulled out a photo of him in front of a mantelpiece with a painting above it. He began to sign it.

“Who’s that in the painting?” asked Kathy.

“My grandfather. He was a Supreme Court judge. He’s gone now. My father became a homicide detective because of him. Upholding the law and protecting the innocent is our family motto.”

“How wonderful.” I faked a smile.

He passed the signed photo to Kathy. “That’ll be ten dollars.”

“Ten dollars?”

“That’s right.”

Kathy practically curtsied. “I’ll get my wallet.” I turned to him, wondering if I had combed my hair since morning.

“So love, would you like a photo too?”

“Ah, no. That’s okay.” He was no love of mine, I thought.

“What book of mine did you like the most?”

“Actually, I never read your books.”

“Have you read the review of my latest novel, The Angel that Died? I think I have a copy of the book right here.” He began to rummage through his portfolio.

“No, really. It’s alright.”

“Here you are,” he said triumphantly. “I don’t have a copy of the book but I found something else for you.” He handed me a pencil with “Michael Diamond, Writer of 1998" stamped on it. “No charge.”

“Gee, a collector’s item. You shouldn’t have.” He passed me the pencil but I was unimpressed.

Kathy arrived back at the table with her cheque book. “Is a cheque alright? I don’t have cash.”

He frowned. “I usually don’t take cheques but I guess that’ll be fine.”

She started to fill it out. With a flourish, she ripped the cheque out and passed it to Michael. “It was so good to meet you.” She beamed at him and offered her hand again.

He stood, leaned over and kissed her hand. She looked like she was going to faint. We edged away and returned to our seats.

“What did I tell you? Isn’t he great?” she said, proudly displaying the photo next to her water glass on the table.

I looked at the pencil he gave me. The tip was broken and the eraser nib looked slightly worn. “Yeah, what a guy,” I said. “You meet someone famous and he’s just like everyone else.”

The End



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The following comments are for "The Day I Met Someone Famous"
by sandra

Grim, but true
You should try to send this in to one of those celebrity hawking magazines, and see if they have the cojones to publish it. I liked the read, every step of the way.

( Posted by: Siah [Member] On: January 28, 2007 )

the day I met someone famous
Sandra that was really good..and really so true. I even met a guy like that recently on Zoe (think he tried to get me banned :-))

It's obvious to me you can write, but I really like your psychology......you can actually see beyond "stuff"..........good little story.......

( Posted by: jjwalters [Member] On: October 24, 2007 )

banana
Yes, I'm a banana and proud of it. My sisters have 'chop suey' kids, mixed I mean. I can't understand Cantonese or Mandarin. Even my french is poor even though I took it in school. So if I go for dim sum, I either use gestures or go with someone to translate.

Are you from Vancouver? Costco's quite the shopper's paradise. I like looking at the flat panel tvs.

Thanks for the comment on my painting. I read some of your postings. You are a bold writer and poet with a sense of humour.

( Posted by: sandra [Member] On: December 8, 2008 )

no doubt
What do the French know about love right? An Englishman and a Gentleman, I did see that movie. So you are a newlywed?

My Canadian-born sisters and 20-odd cousins mostly married Caucasians, save three or four. I can't keep track of them all. I'm third generation. I'm in my early 40's and dated a Scot for 10 years before we tied the knot. Hence "Yuen" my maiden name and "MacKay" my married name.

( Posted by: sandra [Member] On: December 8, 2008 )





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