I'm going to try to get as much of this right as possible, but as I mentioned, the 'Tori-haze' can be intense. I think maybe it is just such a sensory overload your brain starts losing the information! In fact it is now 2 days later and I still get a flutter in my stomach looking at the pictures and autograph. I might have been embarrassed about it, but everyone I've ever talked to who met her had the same problem. So this is as much of it as I can remember, the parts I am paraphrasing because of my brain malfunctions are in italics, the rest are quotes:

T: Hi, how are you?
Me: I'm shaking like a leaf, but good. (and that is no exaggeration! it lasted for a while afterwards too!)
T: You're going to be fine, I promise.
Me: Would you please sign my book?
T: Of course. (she smiled)
I handed her my copy of the book from the "A Piano" collection and a silver pen while opening it to the intro page.
T: What's your name?
Me: ********
T: How do you spell it? I want to get it right. (which is so sweet, because my name is as common as water)
I spelled it for her.
T: Okay, keep this open so it can dry alright? (also sweet, she was making sure it wouldn't smudge)
Me: Can I show you some thing?
Me: I made these for the benefit for RAINN (Lilyscloak had gone just before me and explained about our raising money)
I open my little decorated box of rings, and show her the label on the inside of the box with the style names and a little bell and single bead on the inside. Then the other side of the box with rings inside and the little label that said the names of the songs they were based on.
Me: They are handmade out of glass seed beads, the big ones have real bells in them and ring and the little ones are like mobius strips. They are based on your songs.
T: Oh. They're great You're wonderful.
Me: Thank you
T: That's great
I indicate I'd like Lilyscloak to take our picture, and she leans in and puts her hand on my back as we pose together.
Tori moves on to another person, I turn to move away and give someone else a turn, but I'm pinned in. I realize I forgot to say something. I wait until she finishes with the person.
Me: If you can't do it tonight, could you maybe play "Over It" on one of the other bootlegs? She never gets played because there are
Me & T: no words (she smiles and is writing it on her hand)
I turn again and see that I still can't move. So I am sort of just standing there. Smitty (the rather large but friendly security guard) says kindly but firmly, "okay, you've had your turn."
Me: I know, but I can't get out.
Smitty: (In a much louder and firmer voice) I told you guys, you have to let people out or she won't be able to get to you (and he had come out and told us nicely before she came out that she wouldn't be able to get to us all, and that after you've gotten your signature step out so others get a chance, and that people behind us {I was 6th in line} had to let us out.)
Suddenly an aisle opened up in front of me. And I made my way out. I had gotten there at 11:00 in the morning and waited 5 1/2 hours, the last 2 standing up and packed into tiny space, and then it was over in a flash. If that was all there had been to the day, it would have been enough. But there was still a show to go to!