The door opened behind me and this cute little gal in a cowgirl outfit stepped up beside me. Out of the corner of my eye, there was no doubt, it was Loretta Lynn! I didn't say anything and tried not to be obnoxious. Finally she turned to me and said, "Hey, ain't ya gonna say hello?"
I burst out laughing and so did she, I said I just didn't want to bother her but that it was a thrill to be standing here with her. She said it bothered her more when I didn't speak to her!
We had a nice chat and a big limo pulled up (she was singing at Gilly's that night). I said, "well, here's my ride" ... and she smiled and said, "no sir, I believe that yellow one behind this big one is yours". What a thrill, funny how you can go back and pick out 3 minutes of time so clearly out of all the years of minutes.
My favorite singer has always been Willie Nelson. I fell for him back about 1950. I was at Houston Airport about 30 years ago and I saw a man from the back and I was sure it was Willie. Long red ponytail, bandana, guitar case, had to be him.
I stood there wanting to tell him how long I had been a fan but I was too shy to approach him. He walked away, I missed my chance.