TRCB likes a lot of talent. But very few people have made me stop dead, unable to speak. Takes lust or awe. The combination will actually cause me to lose consciousness.
Top of mind, Jodie Foster. But who expects Jodie Foster to stop and talk to you on the street on your way to the movies? David Bowie. But who expects David Bowie to call you on your cell phone and sing you a song he wrote for his wife, to tell her how she made his life make sense?
And while walking into a house in Studio City for a recording session with Left Eye and Mel C., the door swings open and Enrique steps out, temporarily blinding me as he smiled. We shook hands. I mumbled unintelligibly, giggled and tried with all my might NOT to throw up on him.
Lisa just looked embarrassed for me.
Remind me to tell you about Mandy Moore, also on Mother, next time.
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