I just got back from FCG's play, and ooooh, do I have a story for you guys! This would ONLY happen to someone as awkward as me, I swear. You guys will like this. It's a little long, sure, but it is probably worth the read.
So, some people I knew said the might go but weren't entirely sure if they could or not. I needed to go, so I just went alone and picked a random seat near the back in case any of them showed up and wanted to join me. I didn't really care if they showed up or not because I was really only there to support FCG, but I decided to sit where I could easily be seen anyway.
A few minutes before the thing started, an old woman, presumably someone's grandmother, walked up to me. She was very, very polite, and she asked if I was saving any seats. I said no and that I could even scoot down a few seats if she needed me to. She smiled, said that wouldn't be necessary, and sat down next to me. Her husband and a few middle-aged adults followed. There were also three children with them. I couldn't help but notice that the little boy looked a little familiar, but I didn't really think anything of it. Suddenly, the grandmother began talking to me.
The Grandmother: Miss, are the plays always this crowded?
Me: Oh, yes. The senior play is an especially big deal.
The Grandmother: I'm glad I got here early, then. We had to drive 80 miles.
Me: That's a really long way.
The Grandmother: It's worth it to see my granddaughter's senior play, though. I have a grandson that's a senior too, but he goes to another school way far out in the country.
What a nice lady! Most old people hate me. Everything was just awesome for a moment or two, but suddenly, her husband leaned over and asked her, "What's FCG supposed to be?"
I froze. As I began to put two and two together, my heart nearly beat out of my chest. There is one girl in the entire school with FCG's name, and that is, of course, FCG herself. They couldn't possibly mean anyone else. But then, if they knew FCG, then they must be...
Her family. Oh, holy shit. The little boy who looked familiar was her adorable kid brother, who I have seen pictures of before. Upon realization, I became more terrified than I have ever been in my entire life. I had to get them to like me. I HAD to. If I couldn't, I was done for. But I couldn't let them know three things: 1.) that I'm a complete and utter loser, 2.) that on the inside, I was screaming in terror like a 5-year-old in the dark, and 3.) that I've got it so, so, so, so, SOOOOOOOO freaking bad for their daughter/granddaughter/sister/niece/whatever.
FCG's Grandfather: Do you know FCG?
Me: Oh, definitely! I'm, uh, I'm friends with her.
((EVERYONE TURNED AND LOOKED AT ME AND I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA PISS MYSELF))
One of FCG's Little Sisters: Mommy, that girl is friends with FCG!
Me: Yeah, she's in my French class.
FCG's Mom: Oh, hi, it's nice to meet you.
Me: It's nice to meet you too.
I think I did a pretty good job of keeping those three things from them. Her uncle (or maybe stepdad?) even shook my hand afterwards... I didn't even do anything noteworthy, and they were all so happy to meet me like I was actually cool or something! What!? Hahaha. I don't even remember if I told them my name. If I didn't, then FCG probably did if they asked her about me, but still. I was so awkward, and yet they thought I was somehow okay.
FCG didn't even wear that costume I saw her wearing in the hall a few days ago. She had to wear a wig for this one part, and it was, like, the complete opposite of her hair. Haha. I almost didn't even realize it was her. And she didn't even make an attempt at flirting with that guy! She grabbed his arm, and she sort of halfway almost hugged him once. All in all, the play was pretty good. It had fun music, but I had trouble focusing on parts without FCG in them.
I saw FCG afterwards. Sadly, I didn't get to hug her like the last time she was in a play, but I did get to congratulate her. She was surrounded by her family, and I didn't want to, like, push them out of the way just after I had gotten them to like me, so I couldn't get close enough for a freakazoid hug... But I did tell her she did a great job. She smiled and thanked me. Then, she reached over, grabbed my hand, and squeezed it for a moment. Her hands are super warm and soft. I could've held her hand for at least another 29485718 hours, but her family was there, so I didn't! I didn't want them to realize I was awkward or anything.
Getting her number can't possibly even be halfway as terrifying as meeting her entire family was. I find that I function better in scary situations if I stop thinking and just do stuff...