How many people were there that wanted to talk to you, because of what you mean to them? Imagine for a moment, that your reputation is not so humble, and you are the one being recognised in the crowd.
It could be next year, the year after. What if the roles were reversed?
What would your feeling be, what would your behaviour entail?
Enough rhetoric, though - I hope your legs are feeling more secure, and your heart continues to burble with the satisfaction of walking among, amid, alongside the greatness you aspire to.
The fact that you can exercise restraint in that environment, recognise the cultural sensitivity, and still enjoy, is something I deeply respect. I feel the same way when surrounded by artists and writers, and the unspoken kindred, collaborative bond dwells in the space. Between the bodies, and in the silence. I feel it, but maybe I'm strange.
It’s a good thing to imagine. It’s not that far fetched either. I do stand out with my clean egg head and I’ve already had two strangers stop me to tell me they like my work, even if it was in a familiar environment where most people are connected through two degrees of separation.
I’m literally 1 degree of separation with some of these people even if we are in this awkward friend/fan limbo, so the parts are all there waiting to be assembled. Best way to do it is focus on my work and realize I am already making an impact and the only thing that needs doing is bringing it into focus.
And to have fun cause that’s really what this is all about in the end.
Also imagining something is sometimes a prerequisite for turning it into a reality so I appreciate this exercise!