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I stand in the line

bouncing with anticipation.

Shuffling, slowly, we move

towards the big man.

 

Guiding the entrance of the studio

with a flash of a ticket, I'm in.

And she's there, smiling at me

as though she was expecting to see me.

 

Sitting in the front row, it hits me.

She's there, ten metres away.

She, with her caring smile and contagious laugh,

she, my idol, Ellen. 

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By Elizabeth

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