There he was, standing behind their counter located somewhere in Downtown KL, promoting their official merchandises and show tickets. There were no lines in front of it, which didn't surprise me because they aren't very well known here. People these days are more into genres that have vigorous beats like electro, techno, house, dance, etc. But not me, I'm still into music produced by real instruments. I'm a HUGE fan of them, but I'm just one of the huge fans out of the other huge fans out there who think that they're a tad more special, simply because I love them, and yet they've never made an appearance at my country. But things have taken a turn today; they were here. Right there perched behind the table top, was the guy that I looked up to and very much so admired. Matt was there.
I felt my heart jump with glee and excitement as I watched him stack their t-shirts at the edge of the counter, possibly wanting to give out a better vibe to attract more customers. I wanted to approach him, but my feet decided to freeze in place as nervousness occupied my emotions. I cursed myself for it. And then my friend decided to help out; Raja simply walked up to the empty counter and told him that I wanted to take pictures with him. My eyes widened at the gesture; my heart pounded with a mixture of feelings. He's coming this way, I thought, as I eyed him. He had left his counter, and he was definitely headed this way. And before I could wish I had more self control, he was already in front of me, his height towering over me. I looked up at his average build, melting at his warm smile and his soft gaze. "Hi," he said, his voice calmer than it appeared to sound in their videos.
I'm guessing that something funny must've happened on my face, because he started chuckling for no reason. I felt my face warming up, and I was probably cringing which made him do so. I smiled tightly, desperately trying not to appear TOO excited. "Hi," I squeaked back, waving awkwardly at him. And then Raja called out to us, phone in hand. "Cepatlah nak ambik gambar ni!" He seemed confused by the sudden use of a foreign language, but he still shuffled his position to stand beside me and facing the camera as if he understood everything she said. I turned my body around, and then I heard several clicks coming from Raja's phone. I now have proof that I have met him, and these pictures I would treasure for life! He then beckoned for Raja to stand with his, and he took out his phone and the three of us started a little camwhoring session, wasting away memory spaces with photos of us.
Later, he gave me a free t-shirt, half price on their tickets, an autographed album of Oak Island and one of his t-shirts that he brought for himself on tour. He then proceeded to follow me on Twitter and Instagram, promising to contact me once in a while. Although I knew that that would be in a gazillion years (since they're famous in other countries and probably have more fans flooding their mentions with tweets of admiration and love - somewhat what I used to do up until that day), it still made me feel on top of the world. I was noticed.


And then I woke up.