Today I finished work late because an internal meeting. On the way back home, I felt very tired and a little bit depressed due to boss' outragous reaction. Luckily I have Sarah's company. She is from Oxford University, very smart and sharp, lot of good characters.
On the train, I saw a guy holding todays Evening Standard, with full page of Ronan Keating's charming face. It brings the memory back.
It was in July 2009, when I was in Mayfair hotel for a job. I saw some paparazzi chase him. He was holding his wheeler luggage just beside me at reception area.
I politely ask him, excuse me? would you mind taking a photo with me?
He was very nice, all smile, said Yes.
I took two pictures and then said, thank you but can I have your name please? He was standing in front me speechless, dont know how to response. All the staff at reception burst into big laugh.
I explained, don't misunderstand me. I know you are a star because I saw paparazzi chasing you. But I really don't know who you are. Are you sportstar?
he still smiled, said no.
Ok, are you pop star?
yes, he replied.
So you must be very famous?
he nodded his head, kind of.
I continued pushing him, so can you tell me your name please?
Keating, he said.
What? Keating what? I still got no clue.
He did not know how to answer me. Suddenly he realized he got a letter with his name and address on the envelope, he showed to me, Ronan Keating. I had a good look at the name and bear in mind. Said good bye to him. He was so relieved I could see from his face.
(When I went back, google and find out he was a real big star. Kind of.)
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