I remember being starstruck in London. Twice, actually. The first time was when my dad and I went to see The Misanthrope in the West End, starring my favorite actress, Keira Knightley. I think we were in the third row. I was so in awe. Someone whose face I had seen on big screens and TVs, not to mention buses was now standing a few feet in front of me. I wondered if anyone else was fangirling as hard as I was that night.
