Failure to Perform #2-4

I finally arrived inside of the Paramount Theatre, and choose my seat. It was a wonderful seat, about 10 rows up on stage left.  Not too close and not too far away.

My imaginary boyfriend of 15 years, James Franco walked out on stage to introduce the film Sal. I took a photo..

We were both very "moved"... this is what I got.

Failure to perform #2

And so I thought, oh well, he's coming out for a Q&A after the film... I can take some then!

The film was excellent. Very poignant, the last day of Sal Mineo's life.  It very succinctly illustrates what a caring man he was, down on his luck but looking up from a low point. His life cut short by random violence, potential never realized... Val Lauren was spectacular.

***Spoiler Alert*** here come failures #3-6

#3 He took the questions very seriously for the most part... He considered each answer very carefully. I could tell, because apparently he does the same thing I do when I am thinking about what I'm saying... He closed his eyes and/or looked up towards the ceiling. (at least you can kind of tell who he is here even if his eyes are closed)

Failure #3 which included a nice shot of Elvis, and a shot of part of Val Lauren... and a nice blobby photo of James' left hand. No one ever accused me of being a photographer.

And then the huge rush to the stage, and thank gosh, I was close enough to get to the stage... things are looking up!

He's working his way down, heading my direction... I'm holding my copy of Palo Alto waiting like I'm 16 years old, the year is 1957 and this man is Elvis Presley... and... then... the theater lady decides it's time for me to leave, and grabs my arm and physically pulls me away from the stage.

Failure to perform #4

At this point, I'm ready to cry. I don't know what to do... this has turned into such a farce.