Jasmine's Place Issue No. 19 - September/October 2017 - Page 39

She hugged me, but I wouldn’t let her walk away without getting a picture. I’d worked too hard to get there. The photo of me standing with Vieira (international tourist photo bomber and all) is now framed on the wall in my room. Stalking Vieira wasn’t my finest moment, but it wasn’t my worst. Then came my worst moment. It was one of my many trips to New York City with my grandma. We were walking contentedly through the avenues, until I remembered it was the day of the Glee concert at Radio City Music Hall. The wheels started turning, and then… “Grandma! Let’s go to Radio City and wait by the stage doors until the Glee cast comes out!” She, like all doting grandmas, didn’t have the heart to say no. We got there and, sure enough,