Two diffrent sides of the same story (blog #11)

      As I rolled down the smooth parking lot I saw him come into my view. At last I would meet my hero and inspiration Austin Carlile. He looked at me in utter disgust. Nausea washed over me; how can my hero look at me like I'm some kind of disease? Never the less I went to hug him and he backed away from me. Is there something wrong with me I thought. I tried striking a conversation but he would only reply with one worded answers; after a while we just sat in silence for what seemed like hours. He would never look me in the eye he wouldn't even look in my direction. It was horrible. I left and saw him preform. He walked right by me after his set. How can this man I've looked up to for inspiration be so cruel towards me? He no longer is my hero. If he was on fire in the middle of the road I wouldn't even spit on him to put it out.
    That's not what happen. This is how it went down; as I rolled down the smooth parking lot I saw him come into my view. At last I would meet my hero and inspiration Austin Carlile. He looked at me with loving eyes, eyes I could stare into for hours at a time. He got up and hugged me right away. We laughed and talked for what seemed like hours. The whole time he was only looking at me, no one else. When it came time to leave I hugged him once more. His hugs felt so warm and loving. He later caught up with me after his set and promised me we would meet again at a show. He lived up to my expectations. He truly is my hero and inspiration.