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.