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	<title>Comments on: What, me starstruck?</title>
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		<title>By: Carter</title>
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		<description>Growing up in the San Fernando Valley (where all the movie/television studios are), it was second nature for me to see celebrities.  I just never got excited by celebrity... except for once.  I was in a department store when I noticed a girl (this was 1986) browsing through the clothing racks.  Nobody noticed her but me, and when I saw her body guard following ten feet behind, I knew I was right.  It was Lisa Marie Presley.  I wanted to approach her, tell her that I&#039;m a huge fan of her father, and that I, too, lost my dad at a young age.  I just wanted to connect with her, just for a moment.  Alas, I couldn&#039;t feel my legs.  I couldn&#039;t move the lower half of my body - I was frozen in my spot.  I helplessly watched her walk away.  That was my one and only starstruck moment.  I still shake my head at the thought of it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Growing up in the San Fernando Valley (where all the movie/television studios are), it was second nature for me to see celebrities.  I just never got excited by celebrity&#8230; except for once.  I was in a department store when I noticed a girl (this was 1986) browsing through the clothing racks.  Nobody noticed her but me, and when I saw her body guard following ten feet behind, I knew I was right.  It was Lisa Marie Presley.  I wanted to approach her, tell her that I&#8217;m a huge fan of her father, and that I, too, lost my dad at a young age.  I just wanted to connect with her, just for a moment.  Alas, I couldn&#8217;t feel my legs.  I couldn&#8217;t move the lower half of my body &#8211; I was frozen in my spot.  I helplessly watched her walk away.  That was my one and only starstruck moment.  I still shake my head at the thought of it.</p>
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