Celebrity sightings and airport lounges

The best thing about having flown so many times long-haul these past 20 months is that I have access to the airline lounges regardless of my flight status as a lowly cattle class passenger. Cathay Pacific's lounge in Hong Kong Airport has a noodle bar, showers, Internet access and lots of plush armchairs to 'lounge around' in.

"Take deep breaths and do yoga," is what my mother told me via Liddle Sis. So I'm doing that right now - afterall, I managed to get up early, shower and check in well ahead of time. But initially, the frenzied bouts of goodbyes and hearing many people wishing me luck had taken its toll on me, and my head was filled with white noise when I was waiting for the lift to go down to the monorail to the lounge. So I was staring blindly into the distance while Hanson and their manager scrambled into the lift with me. It was not until we had got out of the lift onto the monorail platform that I suddenly came to my senses.
"Great, we just missed it," muttered the manager.
"Hey wait, aren't you guys Hanson?" my mouth jerked out the question before I realised I asked it. The three golden boys looked somewhat sheepish and it was Taylor who said, "Yes, we are," in a matter-of-fact fashion.
"Oh wow!" I couldn't help myself. All three still looked as apple-cheeked and cheerful as their early videos. "Um, can you guys do me a favour? It's my little sister's birthday today, and she's always been a great fan of yours - I mean, she literally wallpapered her room with your posters and even bought your Christmas record - so could you give me your autographs?"
"Sure," said Taylor. So I fumbled around for my notebook and pen and blinked in disbelief while the three zapped out their signatures onto a blank page.
"I'm Zach, by the way," said Zach, offering his hand.
"Yeah, I know you are," I said, shaking it.
"And this is Isaac," continued Zach, pointing to the eldest of the three, who grinned and offered his hand, too. So I shook his, and Taylor's.
"Thanks for the autographs, I'm sure this will be the best birthday present for my sister," I said. All three were grinning and I was grinning, thinking, 'Should I tell them I liked 'Penny and Me' or are they going to think they're developing a stalker if I do that?'. We chatted for the brief three minute journey on the monorail. All three wished me good luck for my journey and I was really doing my best to stop grinning, but I failed miserably, although I think I did manage to carry on a relatively intelligible dialogue with them. I saw them walk off to their gate, looking (for all their popstar glory) like three young boys on a backpacking trip around Asia. So now I have an autographed piece of paper to post to Liddle Sis.

I'm taking on this brush with stardust as a good omen. Travelling to the States is something that gives Fate ample room to intervene and screw things up - luggage can be lost, food can be un-vegetarian, fellow passengers could be schizoid, immigration and customs staff dearthly - but we're starting on a high note here. And at the end of the road is M., so it can't go wrong.