My favorite "autograph" story (quotes because I never actually obtained the autograph!) is one I've told here before. I was taking the back way home when I lived in Pittsburgh when a huge white Escalade pulls up next to me and Heath Miller of the Steelers asks me for directions. He talked to me for a few minutes, and actually asked for my number (which I willingly gave!) and he called me later. Alas, I was in the car with my ex-boyfriend and could not chat, and he never called back.
(My ex was my ex at the time; I wasn't trying to cheat. It would have just been too cruel to talk on the phone to another guy while he was taking me to dinner!)
Another fun encounter was when my step-cousins came to Pittsburgh to see Rhett Akins and the Povertyneck Hillbillies. They took me along in exchange for letting them stay at my place. I can't be sure exactly how it happened, but we were invited on to their tourbus to hang out after the show. My cousins were freaking out, but I was pretty indifferent, since I wasnt a huge fan at the time. (I've since realized just how many huge country songs Akins has written!) They were gushing and making friends while I was eating 5 slices of the band's pizza. I guess I didn't make the best impression, but its still a fun memory!
Finally, the only time when I actually obtained autographs:
This is when TRL was new and huge on MTV. I was 17 and my friend and I skipped school (with permission!) to walk around NYC and go stand in the crowd outside TRL. We got there armed with posters and cookies (our signs said "Cookies for Carson!" haha) only to find that they weren't filming. I called my sister and she said there was a show happening that they claimed was live. We ended up going home disappointed, but luckily my friend and I wrote for the teen section of the local newspaper and we contacted MTV and let them know of our disappointment. Because we were writing from a newspaper, we were extended invitations to actually come sit in the studio for a taping of TRL then do a green room interview with Carson Daly and the guest of the day, which happened to be Ashley Judd. It was so surreal to actually be sitting there, in a room with just the 4 of us. My friend did most of the interview while I sat there shaking like a leaf. I do remember, in cringeworthy clarity, that I asked Carson if he liked the Backstreet Boys. Ahh I was such a teenager!!