My second photo with Misha and, definitely, my favourite one.
I have to make a short premise: I had never attended to a convention, before JiB4… and, well, if this experience has been so sweet and funny, for me, it’s mostly because of Misha.
I didn’t expect to get a so much strong, intense impression from him, considering that I already loved and admired him a lot (both as actor and as person), but so has happened. This man is so unbelievably charming, his eyes are so focused and his smile inspires so much affection… that, you know, he just seems irradiating warmth all around.
I’m conscious that my words could sound insane, but I can’t find another way to express my thoughts right now.
Anyways, to give you an idea of my emotional mood at the moment of the photo, I have to go back to the day before, the first one of the con.
I was in the line for Misha’s autograph. It would have been my first face-to-face contact with him and I was really nervous, because I also wanted to give him a letter and, if possible, to tell him some words I had kept thinking about over the last months, since I started to understand the real extent/consequences of the partofthefandom’s rage towards Misha. However, when I’ve realized that some members of the staff would have been next to him, during the autograph session, I’ve started to become even more tense and I was almost going to give up on my intention, because of the excessive agitation.
But, what happened? When I and other fans were waiting for Misha, who was late because of a problem with his suitcases got lost, had spread the rumor that he was sick. Hearing that, a girl who was near me suddendly went angry, saying that she didn’t care about Misha and she was tired of waiting for Richard’s autograph because of him (Richard was already in the room and the queue was the same, but the staffers had told many times that the ones who weren’t waiting for Misha could already enter – seemed like the girl didn’t hear them); when she saw mine and my friend’s expression to her words (I guess we made pretty confused/upset faces), she ironically added that she was sure he was alright, anyways.
And, you know, her attitude was so much incomprehensibly rude and sadly related to that “partofthefandom” above, that I decided to put momentarily aside my anxiety and to still try telling Misha what I wanted to say.
Truth to be said, I don’t remember exactly what words came out of my mouth.
I remember myself giving him the letter and the crooked blue tie that I wanted autographed, him thanking me and making a nice comment about the tie, and then I guess to have said something about how much love there’s around him, a love that I hope he knows he totally deserves… and, I don’t know, I actually don’t remember. He was looking me right in the eyes when I was talking, anyways, and when he started to get what I was saying, he just made the most beautiful expression I’ve ever seen on him: a sort of embarrassed (in a flattered/extremely tender way, I mean, not in a bad one), surprised smile that literally lighted up his face. So, he kind of searched for words, I think, before taking one of my hands in his ones and telling me in my language (the lady next to him had told him that I’m italian) that he thanked me a lot.
I can’t recollect anything more (I suffer of panic attacks and/so, in general, my mind works strangely when I’m agitated), except for the really good feeling impressed to me by that moment.
So, the next day, I went to make the two photos I had with him, wearing the tie that he had autographed.
When he saw me, he immediately went for hugging me (I guess he also told me something, but again, I don’t remember well) – a very sweet embrace, but I will not post the photo because my face was too much stupid (to say it in a way that only the italians who follow Maurizio Crozza can understand, it was a “è con viva e vibrante soddisfazione”-face). After, while we were still half-embraced, I told him that I had to do another photo… and, when he asked me if I wanted a particular pose, I replied something like “you choose?”.
At that point, he took a couple of seconds to look at me. Then, his glance went to my tie and, almost at the same time, he grabbed it and extremely slowly dragged me towards him, in the pose you can see.
The nicest thing? Look at the smile he has in the photo. It’s so funny because, during the seconds required to do the shot, we were looking at each other directly in the eyes… and he was clearly trying so hard to keep a sort of sexy smile, but for a moment he just couldn’t help but crack a terribly cute, amused smile that he immediately tried to hide (it was my fault too, I didn’t even try to not laugh while I looked at him)… but the camera was faster than him, so I managed to get the last bit of that smile on my photo.
For the record, when I left the room, the friend who was behind me kept talking about how much my photo had been almost more beautiful to watch, because Misha had had a very sensual approach that was a pleasure for the eyes.
Well, that’s almost all.
I’ll skip the part where I tried to ask Misha a question, during his Sunday panel, and it ended up with him calling me on the stage, to sort of acting (big word) the “I did not leave you”/”So you think it was your fault?” Destiel scene of episode 8x07, with him as a hilarious walkingdead!Dean, me as Castiel (I was in Fem!Cas cosplay) and three girls as Sam and Mama Tran.
I summarized what happened two messages ago, for the ones interested, but I hope to find the video somewhere… because I was DYING, my mind was full of Destiel feelings and my eyes focused only on Misha, I couldn’t believe in what was happening and… you know, I need to watch the panel to understand how much idiot I looked.