Kingslayer - fan slaying.

Posted by Sherry Roit on Sunday, March 24, 2013 Under: KINGSLAYER


 Some of you will recognize something in the title of this blog. Some won't. Stick with me, and by the end, you'll know what it means, and particularly, how much more it means to me now, than it did before.

So, there's this little show I love on HBO. Perhaps you've heard of it? Game of Thrones. Perhaps you've also heard of the books? Just a wee series...

Well. About to go on for its third season (March 31st) this year, they were doing special sneak-peek premieres in select cities. As I watched the news and photos come in, I was a bit jealous, but also happy to have so much press on these characters and this show, and the wonderful actors/actresses who play them.

And then one night, I stumbled across a link to a media outlet I'd never heard of, which seemed to be suggesting that Game of Thrones (from here on out GoT) was having a red carpet showing in Seattle.

Seattle. I AM IN SEATTLE, I said to self. I couldn't believe there was hardly any press. Turns out it was pretty much invite only. But why mention red carpet at Cinerama, I wondered, if it's not to be a big 'thing'. I saw that there was a contest for tickets. Nearly wept when I saw that I'd missed the deadline by an hour. It hadn't even run for 16 hours total. But they were suggesting that we wouldn't get the big stars of the show. So I didn't get too crazy about it, in the end.

Move on to the night before, and I happened to check the link again. Turns out they were wrong. It was truly an "oops" sort of article. "Our bad...here are the stars set to be in Seattle."

That's when my heart started thumping. He was going to be here. HERE IN MY CITY. He's NEVER IN MY CITY.

 Maybe I should go down there and see what I can see, I thought. I'd never stalked  a red carpet premiere before, never knew of any in Seattle, I suppose, to bother. But this was different. I needed even a glimpse, just a glimpse, of HIM.

My favorite character from the books and show, was going to be IN SEATTLE. Of course, not just the character. The actor. The very fine thespian and very beautiful man. Here is where I say I'm not generally a spastic fan girl type, but when you're a genre fan, particularly of something growing by leaps and bounds and...well. I just really admire the entire series, and HIM in particular. 

Thus the beginnings of an adventure were stirred. I posted, frantic, to facebook and twitter, asking if anyone was in Seattle that wanted to go hang out at the Cinerama with me. I'm one who has no trouble doing things alone, but this felt different. Certainly, it's more fun to share the joy and expectation with someone who either understands your devotion, or humors it.

In the twilight hour, my downstairs neighbor answered that he was available, and what are we doing? After my best friend informed me he was ill.  (My neighbor has read the books in the past, is not caught up on the show.)

I was awake very early the next morning, more excited than I could explain, and surprised by that. I had my little fantasy of what might happen but tamped it down, lest I be disappointed later. Just a glimpse, I told myself. I'd be happy with a glimpse. Yet I was excited, and ended up packing my Net-book, which could charge my iPhone if the batteries ran out; packed my digital camera, and Season Two GoT set along with a gold Sharpie. Me, who doesn't care about a signature, decided that if it was like what I'd seen on TV, it might be the way to have some contact. Thrust it out and they walk by and sign it. Right?

Perhaps appropriate, as I left my apartment to go down and get Nelson, it suddenly was pelting little snow beads. That's what I'd call them. Snowy beads. And I thought "Winter is Coming..." Though it was March 21st. Typical Seattle.

We headed out when it cleared very shortly after it started, and thus the adventure truly began. We opted for the bus, because driving and parking downtown, especially at the Cinerama, isn't always easy, and there aren't often places to park. Or one pays a fortune. Not to mention that right now, I am in a beast of a truck that I did not want to parallel park down there, even if I found a long enough spot.

It was all good, because Nelson is a master of the bus lines. First stop, his art school, to take care of some business. We are chattering away, and he begins his good-natured teasing of my fan girling of a certain someone. As I said, I don't consider myself a complete "fan girl" as in, the freaking out kind that he meant, because I've met a famous person or two and remained calm. But this...I had no idea how different this really was until...

I'm getting ahead of myself.

Another wonderful thing was happening, though. I was acquainted with Nelson, but can be a hermit and go into my head so much, that I wouldn't say I knew him. We were discovering that we had a LOT in common, and talking away as if we'd known each other forever.

Already the day was worth it. Just for that. I was happy. We were having FUN. We stopped at Blick for him to pick up art supplies, and I'm surprised we left. We could have browsed all day. Randomly hit another thing we have in common, and I waltzed into Game Stop. You see, I had packed two games I thought I might GIVE to Nelson (more providence?) but he had them, so I traded them in on a great deal for Skyrim.

Score one. The day was progressing nicely.


We stopped for a photo or two, as friends on Twitter were following us on our adventure.

Another bus transfer was in there somewhere, but mostly we walked. We both have no issues with walking. We like it. You can explore. So we checked out the Cinerama. Nothing much going, except for some temporary no parking signs, and a small mention of GoT on the Marquee. No one seemed to know anything was supposed to happen there later...

We carried on, knowing it was much too early to hang out. There was no line, nothing to see. 

Eventually we were down on 1st, and waltzed into a cute shop called the Powder Room, which I had heard of, and never made it into. Much fun to be had, and Nelson was playing 'stylist.' I did end up with a fabulous reverse-able jacket for a very good price, and decided to donate my old leather one. Told them to do whatever they deemed right. Pay it forward. We chatted about old Seattle, the bands, people we'd met. Cindy (the owner) used to have shops called Retro Viva, which I often had gone to back when, and loved. So I told her of our adventure. She asked about this man I was seeking, and I showed her a photo. Everyone agreed that oh yes, this was worth it. She asked if I'd recognize him on the street. I said oh. Oh YES I would. She told me (again) that I looked hot, and good luck.

Score two. And I met another lovely person, made a connection. Again, the day was already growing in riches of a personal type.

Around this time I remembered that Game of Thrones had an Instagram account. So do I. I checked, and there was a post from them, one of their GoT dolls on tour, this thing they'd been doing all week. They were at the first Seattle Starbucks. Nelson knew. So we said hey, let's find the doll. Maybe we'll see someone live...

Well, there was a line, but it was for coffee and people taking pictures of the sign. No doll. We then saw a White Walker doll was doing the Space Needle, but...I skipped that. A tour through the Pike Place market, down the street into a beautiful gallery where we geeked out on art, and we thought, okay. Now what? I'd grabbed a smoothie, he'd grabbed a burrito, well, might as well wander all the way back to the Cinerama and see what's what. (That's the part you all want to hear about, anyway.)

Oh but wait! Nelson spies an Army Surplus store. Says to me, "It might sound strange, but-" and I cut him off. "Let's totally go! I've shopped in those," I said. He was stoked. We're like the same person, at times.

We browsed and laughed, and made blue jokes at the expense of flight suits and the like. I found a leather field bag I loved, and purchased it.

Score three, as I sat outside and transferred everything from my aging nylon bag (that the cashier at the shop thought was cool) into the leather bag. We decided to leave the old one. It was actually still in good shape. So I paid it forward, and left it where anyone could have it.

I didn't realize that perhaps I was padding my luck.

Cut to: Cinerama. There are now GoT posters up, and the bus stop is closed, and though there are still no people crowded around, I see a girl dressed up as Sansa from the show. I grab Nelson and drag him across, saying, "There. We need to meet HER."

Which I walked right up and did. Because obviously, she is a big fan. She made her dress, which is beautiful, and she's very, very excited. We speak of how the event seems nearly secret. I say maybe it's a good thing. We won't be crowded out. Her name is Anastacia and she is delightful, very animated, and Nelson realizes - more obsessed than me, perhaps. Which is not a bad thing, mind you. Not in his eyes, or mine.

The day is growing richer. I've made a friend. I made another as we hung out. Nathan Matthew. Briefly met Anastacia's friend Matt (I believe) who had to leave, but was a hero for bringing her food and drink, as she'd been waiting there, whereas we had been walking around town. Oh, and there was...Billy. Forgive me if that's wrong. He had a cool King's Hand pin.

We can see through the windows of the Cinerama, that they have set up a red carpet, the back drop that you see in news photos and the like (HBO GAME OF THRONES #WESTEROSVIP - Westeros being the land its set in. This is important, remember this part).

I think, okay. We won't be able to talk to them. It's not like the LA premieres where all are outside and there are barriers. So much for my DVD set and gold Sharpie. Though Nelson found a use for that Sharpie...


He asks me for it and pulls out a folder. Version 1, we shall call it. "Will do anything for tickets. Please!" I tell him to add a little something. "Kingslayer Rules!" There. Better. He holds it up to the glass. Keeps it there, I mean, he has real staying power! 

We are seeing the place cards they are putting down on the press stand. There are some very big media outlets on those cards. Not all of them are, but many. Others, we're not sure. But we can't help wondering how this event is at once so quiet, yet looks so important from those cards.

Oh well. We will have a good view and we short gals won't have to fight off the tall people crowding us out, as often happens. And so I am happy. I am certain now that I will get my glimpse, barring sudden illness on someone's part.

I go a block up to find a bathroom. Time it right miss nothing. Had to make a purchase, but wisely avoided drinks.

Sign up. We are getting some grins from people inside rushing in and out through a curtain, readying things. We realize the glass might not be so thick, when it seems they hear us being goofy. Some press are arriving. Eventually one turns and sees the sign. (Emily Parkhurst). She takes a picture, and tweets it. We think hey, cool. Maybe we'll go viral on social media. Everything is tagged #WesterosVIP. 

Suddenly, Nelson is asking for a Sharpie again. This time black. He's decided to rewrite. Edit. On the other side of the folder, he pens his masterpiece bestseller.

"Please let us into Westeros, I forgot my passport. #WesterosVIP."

More press come in. More are noticing. That and Anastacia's dress. They are getting attention.

And we are having fun. The day is very rich. Already something I would never forget.

Cut to: Cast is arriving. First up John Bradley. SAM!! He looks tired, I must say. And bewildered. Also, much thinner than on the show under all those layers.

Next is JON SNOW (Kit Harington). He looks tired, and isn't smiling. I am pretty sure that he, along with...HIM, enjoy the fans most of all when doing these things, and there they are, in an empty theater with only press. I wonder if he's bummed. You see, the sidewalk is up much higher than is the floor they are standing on inside. We have a good view, but they don't immediately see us. 


Until he happens to look up. I see this and wave at him. A smile breaks across his face like the dawn and he waves. Then everyone waves, and he looks even happier, and waves some more. Jon Snow is now smiling and we are pleased.

One by one more arrive. Natalie Dormer (Margery Tyrell), doing her wicked Veronica Lake impression. She is sex on a stick, we all agree. She winks. Nelson is going to faint. "Who is the fan girl now," I say. He's very happy to be there. 

Rose Leslie (Ygritte). She is not smiling yet. There is Maise Williams (Arya!), Sophie Turner (Sansa!) and that is when Anastacia is dying. That is her girl. Sophie doesn't let her down. She sees her through the window and mouths to Anastacia that her dress looks great.

We think we may need to pick Anastacia up from the ground, but she manages to stay upright. We are having so much fun.

I can see the curtain they keep coming through, and this is when I glimpse...see...

HIM. And I'll be damned if my knees don't get weak. KINGSLAYER himself comes out. He is (they all are really, but he in particular) twenty times more beautiful in person than even in photos, and he is damned handsome in photos. It is known. I am dying. He can't be real. Airbrushed and not human, Nelson declares. But that's not the most amazing thing.

He doesn't seem to be interested in the press, so much as he swiftly looks up, and sees the window of fans. He sees...he sees...

US. He sees the sign. He's pointing. He sees her dress. I can tell he's trying to read the sign. I finally remember to take more pictures. My twitter bell is going off as my friends are seeing the photos and are dying with us. But they don't know he's trying to talk to us. Nelson says he's asking if we have tickets or something like that. I'm like...shut the fuck up, no way.

Do not want to get my hopes up. And yet, the KINGSLAYER, aka Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, keeps going back to that curtain and talking to someone. I can see him. And he is pointing us out. We are dying. NO WAY, is he doing what I think he's doing? He just might be, as I see at one point that he holds up his hand and is asking "Two?" Making the sign for two, not a peace sign. Nelson is pointing to me gesturing THREE THREE, please? Because I put Anastacia between us. The sign and the dress are MOJO, baby.

I remember to take what turn into blurry photos and am babbling at Nathan, I'm sure. But they don't seem to mind. Many of the men are saying they'd go gay for Nikolaj. Anastacia who likes women, said she'd go straight. I would love to tell Nikolaj he confuses people's sexuality. I believe very much that he would laugh.

I was not this coherent at the time, however.

Nikolaj comes out again. Points again. Near as I can tell (I have video of it) He is trying to say (as he writes in the air with his finger) "I have a passport for you." Or perhaps, "I have tickets for you." And he kinda winks and then grins when we scream. I think they can hear us. 
 
I am going to get inside with my friends. I cannot breathe or believe it. Everyone is like...did he just say that?

A man comes out to get us. He is escorting us to the side door, and congratulating us, and is very nice. But he didn't grab Anastacia. Oh no! But wait - he goes back and gets her. YAY!

He tells us to wait there, and someone will bring out the tickets. So we wait. And are freaking out.

But not as much as...as...

THE KINGSLAYER APPROACHETH. 

Nikolaj comes through that door and personally hands us tickets. I am dead. Anastacia is "Oh my god, oh my god, thank you I love you," and he I see he is charmed by all this, and he cannot be that beautiful but he is. I hold out a hand, I just want to tell him that "You're my favorite character, thank you so much." He turns back to me, and I think wow, is he going to shake my hand, but security pulls him back and shoos him back inside. 
I lose my shit. I'm so happy. When the day started I never imagined that my favorite person and character on the show, would get me into an exclusive screening of episode one, season three. 



Of course I have no photo. But flashes went off all around. Seattle PI followed us, got our names, and pictures. 

 I am as rich as a Lannister. I have met him. HIM. I can finally tweet this, and my friends online are dying for me, happy for me. I get inside. We are inside. 

The episode is amazing. It's all so amazing. We are eating licorice from our gift bags, and enthralled.

There was a party at the EMP, but that was totally exclusive. However, we did walk there with Emily and she got the rest of our story, as well as just chatting with us. She is also a big fan, and thought it was very cool. She took our picture before she went in, and promised, for me, to tell Nikolaj (if she saw him), that I had wanted to thank him, and that I believe he plays the perfect Jaime on the show.

I don't think she got to see him. That's okay. She wrote an article and tweeted it to us. I made another connection. Also, I now know that Nik heard me.

Hugs and kisses later, we left our Sansa, and found a bus. From there I was wilting, but happy. Once in my home, I could not sleep, for the things whirring through my head. And for combing sites for photos, plus uploading my own, and the video I'd gotten of Nik's "Air writing" moment of telling us he was getting us inside. You can't see it in the Getty images and the like, but I know - we know - that every time you see one of the cast pointing, looking up, or thumbs up (they all started noticing) and in particular Nikolaj, (there's even some "air writing") they are pointing up at us. 

 That was the icing on the cake. An already perfect day, made ridiculously beautiful by dear Nik.

  I wish I could tell you,  Nikolaj, how joyful you left all of us. How much that meant. How much I enjoy your skill and wit, not just your beauty. That I too, defend Jaime. I love how you love him. That I will never, ever forget this, it's the coolest thing ever. Now I have a story to tell. Have told, many times already. I'm very happy for your success. I've seen you before this show, and you deserve it.


KINGSLAYER FOREVER, baby. You're a good man.

One last thing. I was a bit sad when I couldn't find any photos of us IN the frame with Nikolaj. I know some were taken, but they just show us crying or screaming, and not him. But then Nathan (remember him?) found me on face book and informed me that he had a video of The Kingslayer handing us our tickets.

I am Lannister rich.

Thank you, all of you I've mentioned, for the most perfect of days. If this was not eloquent, I'm sorry. It's how I remember it, and from the heart.

If you would like to see the pictures and videos, come by my face book here. If you see any photos with three crazed fans and Nikolaj, do please share. 

Thank you for reading. #WesterosVIP #KingSlayerFOREVER

 Oh, and HI CLARA, whom I hugged.

  

  
  


 

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Kingslayer - fan slaying.

Posted by Sherry Roit on Sunday, March 24, 2013 Under: KINGSLAYER


 Some of you will recognize something in the title of this blog. Some won't. Stick with me, and by the end, you'll know what it means, and particularly, how much more it means to me now, than it did before.

So, there's this little show I love on HBO. Perhaps you've heard of it? Game of Thrones. Perhaps you've also heard of the books? Just a wee series...

Well. About to go on for its third season (March 31st) this year, they were doing special sneak-peek premieres in select cities. As I watched the news and photos come in, I was a bit jealous, but also happy to have so much press on these characters and this show, and the wonderful actors/actresses who play them.

And then one night, I stumbled across a link to a media outlet I'd never heard of, which seemed to be suggesting that Game of Thrones (from here on out GoT) was having a red carpet showing in Seattle.

Seattle. I AM IN SEATTLE, I said to self. I couldn't believe there was hardly any press. Turns out it was pretty much invite only. But why mention red carpet at Cinerama, I wondered, if it's not to be a big 'thing'. I saw that there was a contest for tickets. Nearly wept when I saw that I'd missed the deadline by an hour. It hadn't even run for 16 hours total. But they were suggesting that we wouldn't get the big stars of the show. So I didn't get too crazy about it, in the end.

Move on to the night before, and I happened to check the link again. Turns out they were wrong. It was truly an "oops" sort of article. "Our bad...here are the stars set to be in Seattle."

That's when my heart started thumping. He was going to be here. HERE IN MY CITY. He's NEVER IN MY CITY.

 Maybe I should go down there and see what I can see, I thought. I'd never stalked  a red carpet premiere before, never knew of any in Seattle, I suppose, to bother. But this was different. I needed even a glimpse, just a glimpse, of HIM.

My favorite character from the books and show, was going to be IN SEATTLE. Of course, not just the character. The actor. The very fine thespian and very beautiful man. Here is where I say I'm not generally a spastic fan girl type, but when you're a genre fan, particularly of something growing by leaps and bounds and...well. I just really admire the entire series, and HIM in particular. 

Thus the beginnings of an adventure were stirred. I posted, frantic, to facebook and twitter, asking if anyone was in Seattle that wanted to go hang out at the Cinerama with me. I'm one who has no trouble doing things alone, but this felt different. Certainly, it's more fun to share the joy and expectation with someone who either understands your devotion, or humors it.

In the twilight hour, my downstairs neighbor answered that he was available, and what are we doing? After my best friend informed me he was ill.  (My neighbor has read the books in the past, is not caught up on the show.)

I was awake very early the next morning, more excited than I could explain, and surprised by that. I had my little fantasy of what might happen but tamped it down, lest I be disappointed later. Just a glimpse, I told myself. I'd be happy with a glimpse. Yet I was excited, and ended up packing my Net-book, which could charge my iPhone if the batteries ran out; packed my digital camera, and Season Two GoT set along with a gold Sharpie. Me, who doesn't care about a signature, decided that if it was like what I'd seen on TV, it might be the way to have some contact. Thrust it out and they walk by and sign it. Right?

Perhaps appropriate, as I left my apartment to go down and get Nelson, it suddenly was pelting little snow beads. That's what I'd call them. Snowy beads. And I thought "Winter is Coming..." Though it was March 21st. Typical Seattle.

We headed out when it cleared very shortly after it started, and thus the adventure truly began. We opted for the bus, because driving and parking downtown, especially at the Cinerama, isn't always easy, and there aren't often places to park. Or one pays a fortune. Not to mention that right now, I am in a beast of a truck that I did not want to parallel park down there, even if I found a long enough spot.

It was all good, because Nelson is a master of the bus lines. First stop, his art school, to take care of some business. We are chattering away, and he begins his good-natured teasing of my fan girling of a certain someone. As I said, I don't consider myself a complete "fan girl" as in, the freaking out kind that he meant, because I've met a famous person or two and remained calm. But this...I had no idea how different this really was until...

I'm getting ahead of myself.

Another wonderful thing was happening, though. I was acquainted with Nelson, but can be a hermit and go into my head so much, that I wouldn't say I knew him. We were discovering that we had a LOT in common, and talking away as if we'd known each other forever.

Already the day was worth it. Just for that. I was happy. We were having FUN. We stopped at Blick for him to pick up art supplies, and I'm surprised we left. We could have browsed all day. Randomly hit another thing we have in common, and I waltzed into Game Stop. You see, I had packed two games I thought I might GIVE to Nelson (more providence?) but he had them, so I traded them in on a great deal for Skyrim.

Score one. The day was progressing nicely.


We stopped for a photo or two, as friends on Twitter were following us on our adventure.

Another bus transfer was in there somewhere, but mostly we walked. We both have no issues with walking. We like it. You can explore. So we checked out the Cinerama. Nothing much going, except for some temporary no parking signs, and a small mention of GoT on the Marquee. No one seemed to know anything was supposed to happen there later...

We carried on, knowing it was much too early to hang out. There was no line, nothing to see. 

Eventually we were down on 1st, and waltzed into a cute shop called the Powder Room, which I had heard of, and never made it into. Much fun to be had, and Nelson was playing 'stylist.' I did end up with a fabulous reverse-able jacket for a very good price, and decided to donate my old leather one. Told them to do whatever they deemed right. Pay it forward. We chatted about old Seattle, the bands, people we'd met. Cindy (the owner) used to have shops called Retro Viva, which I often had gone to back when, and loved. So I told her of our adventure. She asked about this man I was seeking, and I showed her a photo. Everyone agreed that oh yes, this was worth it. She asked if I'd recognize him on the street. I said oh. Oh YES I would. She told me (again) that I looked hot, and good luck.

Score two. And I met another lovely person, made a connection. Again, the day was already growing in riches of a personal type.

Around this time I remembered that Game of Thrones had an Instagram account. So do I. I checked, and there was a post from them, one of their GoT dolls on tour, this thing they'd been doing all week. They were at the first Seattle Starbucks. Nelson knew. So we said hey, let's find the doll. Maybe we'll see someone live...

Well, there was a line, but it was for coffee and people taking pictures of the sign. No doll. We then saw a White Walker doll was doing the Space Needle, but...I skipped that. A tour through the Pike Place market, down the street into a beautiful gallery where we geeked out on art, and we thought, okay. Now what? I'd grabbed a smoothie, he'd grabbed a burrito, well, might as well wander all the way back to the Cinerama and see what's what. (That's the part you all want to hear about, anyway.)

Oh but wait! Nelson spies an Army Surplus store. Says to me, "It might sound strange, but-" and I cut him off. "Let's totally go! I've shopped in those," I said. He was stoked. We're like the same person, at times.

We browsed and laughed, and made blue jokes at the expense of flight suits and the like. I found a leather field bag I loved, and purchased it.

Score three, as I sat outside and transferred everything from my aging nylon bag (that the cashier at the shop thought was cool) into the leather bag. We decided to leave the old one. It was actually still in good shape. So I paid it forward, and left it where anyone could have it.

I didn't realize that perhaps I was padding my luck.

Cut to: Cinerama. There are now GoT posters up, and the bus stop is closed, and though there are still no people crowded around, I see a girl dressed up as Sansa from the show. I grab Nelson and drag him across, saying, "There. We need to meet HER."

Which I walked right up and did. Because obviously, she is a big fan. She made her dress, which is beautiful, and she's very, very excited. We speak of how the event seems nearly secret. I say maybe it's a good thing. We won't be crowded out. Her name is Anastacia and she is delightful, very animated, and Nelson realizes - more obsessed than me, perhaps. Which is not a bad thing, mind you. Not in his eyes, or mine.

The day is growing richer. I've made a friend. I made another as we hung out. Nathan Matthew. Briefly met Anastacia's friend Matt (I believe) who had to leave, but was a hero for bringing her food and drink, as she'd been waiting there, whereas we had been walking around town. Oh, and there was...Billy. Forgive me if that's wrong. He had a cool King's Hand pin.

We can see through the windows of the Cinerama, that they have set up a red carpet, the back drop that you see in news photos and the like (HBO GAME OF THRONES #WESTEROSVIP - Westeros being the land its set in. This is important, remember this part).

I think, okay. We won't be able to talk to them. It's not like the LA premieres where all are outside and there are barriers. So much for my DVD set and gold Sharpie. Though Nelson found a use for that Sharpie...


He asks me for it and pulls out a folder. Version 1, we shall call it. "Will do anything for tickets. Please!" I tell him to add a little something. "Kingslayer Rules!" There. Better. He holds it up to the glass. Keeps it there, I mean, he has real staying power! 

We are seeing the place cards they are putting down on the press stand. There are some very big media outlets on those cards. Not all of them are, but many. Others, we're not sure. But we can't help wondering how this event is at once so quiet, yet looks so important from those cards.

Oh well. We will have a good view and we short gals won't have to fight off the tall people crowding us out, as often happens. And so I am happy. I am certain now that I will get my glimpse, barring sudden illness on someone's part.

I go a block up to find a bathroom. Time it right miss nothing. Had to make a purchase, but wisely avoided drinks.

Sign up. We are getting some grins from people inside rushing in and out through a curtain, readying things. We realize the glass might not be so thick, when it seems they hear us being goofy. Some press are arriving. Eventually one turns and sees the sign. (Emily Parkhurst). She takes a picture, and tweets it. We think hey, cool. Maybe we'll go viral on social media. Everything is tagged #WesterosVIP. 

Suddenly, Nelson is asking for a Sharpie again. This time black. He's decided to rewrite. Edit. On the other side of the folder, he pens his masterpiece bestseller.

"Please let us into Westeros, I forgot my passport. #WesterosVIP."

More press come in. More are noticing. That and Anastacia's dress. They are getting attention.

And we are having fun. The day is very rich. Already something I would never forget.

Cut to: Cast is arriving. First up John Bradley. SAM!! He looks tired, I must say. And bewildered. Also, much thinner than on the show under all those layers.

Next is JON SNOW (Kit Harington). He looks tired, and isn't smiling. I am pretty sure that he, along with...HIM, enjoy the fans most of all when doing these things, and there they are, in an empty theater with only press. I wonder if he's bummed. You see, the sidewalk is up much higher than is the floor they are standing on inside. We have a good view, but they don't immediately see us. 


Until he happens to look up. I see this and wave at him. A smile breaks across his face like the dawn and he waves. Then everyone waves, and he looks even happier, and waves some more. Jon Snow is now smiling and we are pleased.

One by one more arrive. Natalie Dormer (Margery Tyrell), doing her wicked Veronica Lake impression. She is sex on a stick, we all agree. She winks. Nelson is going to faint. "Who is the fan girl now," I say. He's very happy to be there. 

Rose Leslie (Ygritte). She is not smiling yet. There is Maise Williams (Arya!), Sophie Turner (Sansa!) and that is when Anastacia is dying. That is her girl. Sophie doesn't let her down. She sees her through the window and mouths to Anastacia that her dress looks great.

We think we may need to pick Anastacia up from the ground, but she manages to stay upright. We are having so much fun.

I can see the curtain they keep coming through, and this is when I glimpse...see...

HIM. And I'll be damned if my knees don't get weak. KINGSLAYER himself comes out. He is (they all are really, but he in particular) twenty times more beautiful in person than even in photos, and he is damned handsome in photos. It is known. I am dying. He can't be real. Airbrushed and not human, Nelson declares. But that's not the most amazing thing.

He doesn't seem to be interested in the press, so much as he swiftly looks up, and sees the window of fans. He sees...he sees...

US. He sees the sign. He's pointing. He sees her dress. I can tell he's trying to read the sign. I finally remember to take more pictures. My twitter bell is going off as my friends are seeing the photos and are dying with us. But they don't know he's trying to talk to us. Nelson says he's asking if we have tickets or something like that. I'm like...shut the fuck up, no way.

Do not want to get my hopes up. And yet, the KINGSLAYER, aka Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, keeps going back to that curtain and talking to someone. I can see him. And he is pointing us out. We are dying. NO WAY, is he doing what I think he's doing? He just might be, as I see at one point that he holds up his hand and is asking "Two?" Making the sign for two, not a peace sign. Nelson is pointing to me gesturing THREE THREE, please? Because I put Anastacia between us. The sign and the dress are MOJO, baby.

I remember to take what turn into blurry photos and am babbling at Nathan, I'm sure. But they don't seem to mind. Many of the men are saying they'd go gay for Nikolaj. Anastacia who likes women, said she'd go straight. I would love to tell Nikolaj he confuses people's sexuality. I believe very much that he would laugh.

I was not this coherent at the time, however.

Nikolaj comes out again. Points again. Near as I can tell (I have video of it) He is trying to say (as he writes in the air with his finger) "I have a passport for you." Or perhaps, "I have tickets for you." And he kinda winks and then grins when we scream. I think they can hear us. 
 
I am going to get inside with my friends. I cannot breathe or believe it. Everyone is like...did he just say that?

A man comes out to get us. He is escorting us to the side door, and congratulating us, and is very nice. But he didn't grab Anastacia. Oh no! But wait - he goes back and gets her. YAY!

He tells us to wait there, and someone will bring out the tickets. So we wait. And are freaking out.

But not as much as...as...

THE KINGSLAYER APPROACHETH. 

Nikolaj comes through that door and personally hands us tickets. I am dead. Anastacia is "Oh my god, oh my god, thank you I love you," and he I see he is charmed by all this, and he cannot be that beautiful but he is. I hold out a hand, I just want to tell him that "You're my favorite character, thank you so much." He turns back to me, and I think wow, is he going to shake my hand, but security pulls him back and shoos him back inside. 
I lose my shit. I'm so happy. When the day started I never imagined that my favorite person and character on the show, would get me into an exclusive screening of episode one, season three. 



Of course I have no photo. But flashes went off all around. Seattle PI followed us, got our names, and pictures. 

 I am as rich as a Lannister. I have met him. HIM. I can finally tweet this, and my friends online are dying for me, happy for me. I get inside. We are inside. 

The episode is amazing. It's all so amazing. We are eating licorice from our gift bags, and enthralled.

There was a party at the EMP, but that was totally exclusive. However, we did walk there with Emily and she got the rest of our story, as well as just chatting with us. She is also a big fan, and thought it was very cool. She took our picture before she went in, and promised, for me, to tell Nikolaj (if she saw him), that I had wanted to thank him, and that I believe he plays the perfect Jaime on the show.

I don't think she got to see him. That's okay. She wrote an article and tweeted it to us. I made another connection. Also, I now know that Nik heard me.

Hugs and kisses later, we left our Sansa, and found a bus. From there I was wilting, but happy. Once in my home, I could not sleep, for the things whirring through my head. And for combing sites for photos, plus uploading my own, and the video I'd gotten of Nik's "Air writing" moment of telling us he was getting us inside. You can't see it in the Getty images and the like, but I know - we know - that every time you see one of the cast pointing, looking up, or thumbs up (they all started noticing) and in particular Nikolaj, (there's even some "air writing") they are pointing up at us. 

 That was the icing on the cake. An already perfect day, made ridiculously beautiful by dear Nik.

  I wish I could tell you,  Nikolaj, how joyful you left all of us. How much that meant. How much I enjoy your skill and wit, not just your beauty. That I too, defend Jaime. I love how you love him. That I will never, ever forget this, it's the coolest thing ever. Now I have a story to tell. Have told, many times already. I'm very happy for your success. I've seen you before this show, and you deserve it.


KINGSLAYER FOREVER, baby. You're a good man.

One last thing. I was a bit sad when I couldn't find any photos of us IN the frame with Nikolaj. I know some were taken, but they just show us crying or screaming, and not him. But then Nathan (remember him?) found me on face book and informed me that he had a video of The Kingslayer handing us our tickets.

I am Lannister rich.

Thank you, all of you I've mentioned, for the most perfect of days. If this was not eloquent, I'm sorry. It's how I remember it, and from the heart.

If you would like to see the pictures and videos, come by my face book here. If you see any photos with three crazed fans and Nikolaj, do please share. 

Thank you for reading. #WesterosVIP #KingSlayerFOREVER

 Oh, and HI CLARA, whom I hugged.

  

  
  


 

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