The tour guide smiled mischievously, his eyes darting toward the door. Suddenly the door burst open and he walked in. My heart thudded widely in my chest. My vision blurred with tears and couldn't control my smile. My Carl was finally here, right in front of me. This was my moment. He smiled wildly and threw his arms up, taking time to look at each of us. His eyes stopped when they met mine.
"I'm Carl Azuz, as hopefully some of you know! I'm a news anchor!"
The group cheered. I cheered the loudest, my voice almost going hoarse from my extremely loud and unnecessary scream. He gave me an uneasy look and then turned back to the smiling crowd.
"Does anyone have any questions for me?"
Every hand shot up. I waved mine around wildly and started making these odd 'pick me!' noises. Some people gave me weird looks. Carl's smile faltered. He cleared his throat and tried to choose someone. He finally came back around to me, his smile widening when he noticed my CNN hat.
"I'll just go on ahead..." he pointed to my hat "...and pick you! What's your question?"
Several people laughed at his bad pun. I waited for them to shut up and then proceeded to yell,
"CARLAZUZYOUSAVEDMYLIFEILOV-"
"OKAY! Okay! Glad to hear. Uh..any other actual questions?" He winked at me and then turned to the rest of the crowd.
I frowned. How dare he skip me? His soulmate? I had just recklessly missed my chance to profess my love for him. He did wink at me, though. Maybe there was something more to this.
He probably had girls announcing their love for him every day. He just doesn't know that I'm special. He doesn't know that I'm the one...
If I'm really going to talk to Carl, I needed to step it up. I can't let him know how much of a fangirl I am...not yet. I'll have to be casual. I can't be like Becky from Supernatural- she never stood a chance with Sam. I have to be the anti-Becky.
Carl answered several other questions and then announced he was going to lunch. I kept my mouth shut as I longingly watched him leave the room.
"Okay," one of the tour guides smiled and clasped her hands together.
"The tour is over. You may visit the gift shops, leave, or even eat with us. We have a special cafeteria for tourists."
I followed the crowd out of the room. My phone buzzed in my pocket. My best friend Noaline had texted me.
