Role.

Eight.

This was it. Toronto con.

Misha was sitting next to me and telling me to breath. I was having a minor panic attack. "Breathe, Veronica." He hushed.

I was going to be in front of 150 people speaking. How can I breath? Jensen came in and sat down next to me. "You're up kid." He placed a comforting hand on my back and I shivered. His hand was freezing cold.

"Okay." I stood up took a deep breath, opened the door and walked through the curtain onto the stage. On it was Mark chatting with the audience. I put on my cheery face but I really felt like my insides were being squashed. I tip toed up to Mark and tapped his shoulder, then moved to the opposite, then repeated.

"Would you stop that!" He slapped my hand away and the audience laughed in hysterics.

"Sorry." Then on came Misha who grabbed me and slung myself over his shoulder.

"MISHA COLLINS! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!" I yelled. At least he was shorter to the ground than Jared so I wasn't so terrified. All the fear in my body washed away and Misha held me on his shoulder. I guess that having your role model as your friend was good.

"Nope." He turned to the audience and continued holding the microphone to his face. "This here my friends is Veronica Issac. This here is the new actress in Supernatural who is just getting used to everything."

Cheers were heard as he put me down. I grabbed my microphone from the table behind Mark.

"Hello." I squeaked. Once again, cheers. "To be honest, I'm nervous as all hell." I half heartedly chuckled and the crowd awed at me with sympathy.

"Any questions?" Mark asked and I sat down on Misha's lap much to his distaste but there wasn't any other chairs so he obliged.

A microphone was past to a girl that had brown hair that was placed in a bun and she was dressed as Dean. "So, Veronica. I started following you on Twitter and noticed that you were on vine and you made edits for Supernatural and Harry Potter. On a scale of one to ten, how big of a fan were you for each fandom?"

I paused and nervously chuckled. "Ten for Supernatural, ten for Harry Potter."

Another few questions past for Mark and Misha but then another one was directed at me. "I was wondering if you knew you looked very much like Emma Watson?"

Misha and Mark started laughing uncontrollably. "Yes. I've been told multiple times by the cast that I look like her. I'll take that as a compliment because she's very pretty." I laughed.

"Okay, so on the way to dinner with the whole cast, someone pointed out that she looks like Hermione Granger. The whole night we kept called her Hermione Granger to piss her off and it worked amazingly. By dinnertime she was stabbing her pizza with a fork and drowning it very slowly and angrily in ranch dressing." Mark gripped the chair as he tried to explain while chuckling.

"The pizza was you Mark." I glared daggers at him and everyone started laughing. Just then, they started laughing even harder. "What?" I asked. I looked around but noticed they were staring at the screen behind us.

There was a picture of Hermione Granger on the screen holding a potions book and staring over her potion with frizzy hair from the sixth movie.

"Hah. Hah. Very funny guys." I rolled my eyes but another picture popped up on the screen of Marks face on a pizza. Mark started shaking his head and I started to laugh so hard I fell off Misha's knee. The crowd laughed even harder. "I'm okay!" I sat up clutching my stomach. Whoever was in charge of electronics here was a genius.

I got up and noticed something on the small table where the water was located. I looked at it and saw a note attached to three huge lollipops. The note said that they were for the fans.