lionize
[lahy-uh-nahyz]
1. to treat (a person) as a celebrity:
to lionize the visiting poet.
2. British. to visit or exhibit the objects of interest of (a place).
3. to pursue celebrities or seek their company.
4. British. to visit the objects of interest of a place.
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Jill and Kelly stood among the crowd, just two more teenage
girls waiting eagerly. And, just like
the other teenage girls, they simply did not care that they were just two more
faces in the crowd. They squealed and
yelled and leaned over the railing, hoping to catch a glimpse of their idol.
“Oh my
god oh my god oh my god!” Jill squealed, “He’s coming, I can see him!”
“Where
where where where?” Kelly nearly screamed, joining her friend in searching for
the celebrity.
He was
nowhere to be seen. A few people left
the concert hall, but none of them were who the girls had journeyed so far to
see. It was just a few members of the
crew. That did not diminish the noise
level of the crowd though. In fact, it
seemed to be amplified, since there were that many fewer people in the building
now, meaning the teenage heartthrob would be that much more likely to emerge
next.
“Quick,
get your book out.” Jill said, pawing Kelly’s shoulder. “He’s coming soon, I know it.”
“Oh
man, I can’t wait.” Kelly said, bouncing with joy. “This is going to be so great.”
“I
know! Oh, I bet when he sees us, he’ll
invite us to come with him.”
“Do you
think so?”
“Yeah! And then he’ll take us to his home and
serenade us.”
The
girls stopped screaming in favor of swooning at the very idea of being noticed
by him. Both had their own fantasies
about what would happen should he pick them out of such a large gathering. And both quickly became convinced that was
what would happen.
The
intensity of the cheering grew by several magnitudes. Both Jill and Kelly were shaken from their
dreams and reminded why they were there.
And, judging from the noise level, it was finally time. They were about to meet their idol. The one
both longed to meet was leaving the concert hall and walking down the closed
off lane. He was surrounded by people,
the nature of which no one else cared about.
He
paused occasionally, quickly signing an autograph book, poster, photo, or
occasional album cover. And he drew ever
closer to Jill and Kelly, who held out their books eagerly. He took Jill’s first, scrawling his name on
the blank page. Kelly’s came next, and
was immediately followed by another member of the crowd.
The
girls fell into an oddly hushed silence.
They had been passed over just like any other over eager teenage
girl. They looked at each other in
shocked silence.
“Oh…my…god…”
Jill said, so quietly that the words almost went unheard over the screaming
fans. “He totally touched my hand!” She
squealed before erupting into a fandom fueled squeal of delight.
“I…I
think he winked at me.” Kelly said dreamily.
“It wasn’t long, but he did. He
definitely did.”
“He
noticed us. He really noticed us.” Jill
said with a broad grin.
“I bet
that when he drives off, he’ll tell his people to wait out of sight for the
crowd to leave and then come find us again.”
“Oh
that is totally going to happen.”
“Oh
yeah. Definitely.”
The two
girls screamed in delight at their own dreams.
They didn’t even notice when the object of their desires entered his limo
and drove away.
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I used to work at a concert hall. One of the shows was one of those trendy singers that appealed to young teen girls. I didn't see anything backstage or anything, but I saw the crowd when the show was starting. It was like watching a large heard of buffalo running you see on nature shows. It was both awe inspiring and terrifying at the same time.
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