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Living in New York City, I come across a lot of famous people. Some of which I'm interested in and others I could care less about, but throughout all these encounters I never make an attempt at approaching any of them. Why? Because a) I'm shy and b) I rarely ever see celebs that look happy to be approached by eager smiling fans. It just doesn't happen. Yet, if I could have it my way, there would be a lot less chatting, signing autographs, and taking blurry cellphone photos, and a whole lot of rocking out.
That's at least what happened for one lucky fan who had the Foo Fighters make his garage center stage. Dave Grohl+Garage=Absolute Madness/A Fire
Some fans have all the luck.
Photo: RollingStone.com
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