Awestruck

I went to Nick Zinner's exhibition tonight at a bar downtown in the upper east village of Manhattan. Most of his photos are images taken while on tour, including two walls covered by 3x5 photos of unmade beds in hotel rooms he had slept in. I was starstruck, to say the least. As I stood contemplating when I would gather the balls to approach him and shake his hand, his dad walked toward me and asked how I was doing. I was surprised at his simple yet humble gesture. I expressed to him how much I appreciated his son's work. He thanked me and told me how proud he was of Nick. Eventually, I made my way toward Nick when he wasn't busy talking to other admirers. I finally introduced myself and shook his hand. I was glowing. As I left the bar, James Iha passed by me.