I met him in a small crowd. Only a couple fans, in his defence. But in mine, there was hundreds! He got me lost in his eyes for about 10 seconds. Smiling at me, he ran through the fans just to find me. As he introduced himself, I interrupted and told him I already knew who he was. Who wouldn't? I kept my eyes glued on him for a long time. Until he asked me what my name was. Racy. Racy Denver. I am 20 years old, living with my four best friends, in Austin, Texas.All Rights Reserved