That reminds me when I met him in Berlin. I’ve talked in public in english many times, but that time I was strangely freezedfrozen. In my former job I had to deal quite often with famous people, and it never tingled my emotions… But that time I was excited. Fun, like being child again.
He staring at me, me babbling nonsense. And probably the fact of being dressed as a rasta hot hair balloon* didn’t help.
*might not have happened