This is not a true story but it is taken from a feeling of standing in line waiting to meet Hanson and what goes on in a person's head. This did NOT happen to me, some aspects maybe, but I believe that we all feel this way about them; we pour out our souls to them and we feel as though we know them inside and out. This is not my personal experience but anyone that has met them (or has not met them yet) has to admit that they feel kind of the same way. You can mold this to fit your favorite Hanson, whoever it is itz the same feeling. Your interpretation is your own; chose which guy is the "Him" and if this person really did meet them before. I have my own opinion and you can have yours.
But this is dedicated to my experience on 11/4/98
at the Coconuts LFA CD signing.

"The Meeting"
Written by Laura Speidell.

There is so much to say.
I’ve been planning for hours, days, weeks... months...
I want to tell Him everything about myself.
I want to learn everything about Him.
It’s almost time.
I’m almost there.
I can see him looking at me.
I wave.
He smiles.
He remembers me.
I sigh in relief.
Thank God He remembers me.
He looks excited to see me again.
He actually looks happy to talk to me!
I’m there, one more person to go and it’s my turn.
My stomach churns and I become nervous.
I usually can talk to him but looking into his eyes makes my knees weak.
It’s my turn.
I hand my CD to His brother and make idle conversation as I wait to talk to Him.
His brother is really kool and all but he and I don’t talk,
I have more in common with Him, we understand each other better.
I say bye to His brother and move on to his other brother.
The brother smiles at me and shakes my hand.
Next is Him.
I’ve been planning for so long, we’d have so much to talk about this time.
We’d talk and talk and talk and then He’d ask for my number so we could talk some more.
I knew so much about Him and I knew He knew so much about me.
The letters I had written him were phenominal, they described my soul as well as his.
We were like the same person.
This was it.
I stepped in front of Him.
“Hey!” He says.
“Hello,” I reply.
I take my CD and walk away.
Next time,
I swear,
Next time
When it’s not so crowded.