Meeting Brett Again

Source: Sunaina

It was Saturday night (1st May, 2005) and I was talking to a friend of mine on the phone. I heard her telling her mom, “He’s going to wear this?” and then I couldn’t hear what her mom said. I asked her who’s going to wear what? She said, “Brett’s coming to Delhi and he’s going to wear this Indian salwar kurta. I nearly jumped. I said, “ what????” She said, “ yeah.” I didn’t believe her so I asked her to give her mom the phone I asked her mom whether he was actually coming. She said he was I asked her when she said he’s coming on Monday night I asked her whether she could make me meet him she said the conference was on Tuesday morning and children weren’t allowed. So I was a little disappointed. I asked her where he would be staying she said the Hyatt. I thought I'd try going there and sit in the lobby and wait. Then I made this huge card for him and my friend had given me a shirt with a picture of Brett on it (she got it specially made for me) and so I gave her the card to give to him and asked her to get that shirt autographed for me.

Then I was talking to my friend on Monday night and she said, “Guess what?” I said, “what?” She said her mother said she could take her and me to meet him when they were rehearsing for the Timex thing before the real thing began. I was so happy.

On Tuesday (3rd May), I got up at 7 am and got ready. We were supposed to leave by 9. But then my friend called and said he’s arriving at 10 now so well leave at 10 too. I said okay. Then we finally left. I was so excited, this was the second time I was going to meet him.

We reached the hotel (The Intercontinental) at around 10:10 he hadn’t arrived yet. Only me and my two friends, my friends’ mom (who was organizing the event and that how I got to meet him) and a few people from her office and some Timex people were there. Then at around 10:30 he walked in with his handicam and was shooting. Then he said, “Good morning!” and we said good morning to him. My friend was talking to his manager and was telling him how I was crazy in love with Brett and how we’d missed school just to meet him. He went and told Brett that these girls had come especially to meet him.

Brett came up to us and said, “hey, nice girls” I just couldn’t believe it. Then my friend’s mom handed the card I'd made for Brett to him and told him I'd made it for him. He was very thankful and said it was really nice. Then he shook my hand and I said, “I don’t believe this!” and he started laughing. This model that was there too said, “I don’t think you should’ve done that Brett, now she’s going to die!” and he was still laughing.

Then he shook everyone else’s hand and when he was signing my shirt for me I said, “ I LOVE YOU” and he smiled and gave me a pat on my back. Then he and the Timex people and the people organizing the event were sitting at the table right in front of ours. I was looking at Brett and he just looked up and gave me a huge smile. I could’ve just died there. Then Charu Sharma and a few more people (who were a part of the event arrived). Brett and the people sitting with him got up and went over to say hello.

Then the waiter got Brett either tea or coffee (I assumed coz it was in a cup) and then Brett said, “Thank you, Shukriya.”I started laughing and he came up to me and said, “What are you laughing at …my Hindi? I said, “ No your Hindis pretty good. Then he said,”Chalo Chalo jaldi chalo”And then this guy came up to him and said, “Here Brett your guitar, I said, ‘you going to play the guitar? He said, “I don’t know maybe.”

And then he excused himself coz someone was calling him. At the end of the show at around 2 we had to leave so we were standing at the door and waiting for him to look our way so we could just wave coz he was getting interviewed by loads of reporters. Then he looked and we waved at him he waved back and then we left. I’m never going1 to forget this day it was the best day of my life.

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