Act Like You Don't Care?

So 2 years ago I was lucky enough to get the best birthday present ever. Months in advance I had gotten tickets for a Fall Out Boy concert. Just having tickets was great, but about an hour before we were going to leave for the concert (which was still at least 2 or so hours before the show started because I was excited and wanted to get there A.S.A.P) I got a phone call from a number I had never seen before. Hesitating a little I decided to answer, it was a man from Live Nation letting me know that I had 4 meet and greet passes under my name to meet FOB. Thanking him I hung up the phone and immediately started to cry (only a little) and jump up and down. It was my dream to see them in person and up close, and if I was lucky enough, ask them a few questions I’ve been dying to ask about some of their songs.
I called my friends and told them our plans changed, be ready in 10 minutes, I was on my way. There was no chance in hell I was going to miss this opportunity because they wanted 40 more minutes to nap before we were really supposed to leave. The whole ride to the arena is a blur to me. I remember driving faster than I probably ever have before to get there, and I’m pretty sure I heard my friend yell at me to chill out because I almost jumped out of the car before I put it in park. I went to the booth and got our meet and greet wristbands and we went into the next building to wait in line to meet them. It worked out so well that we were the last in line; I was elated, thinking I would have more time to ask them questions.
That wasn’t the case at all. It was a quick process; quicker than I thought was possible. Security guards moved up and down the line reminded people to have whatever they wanted signed by the band out and ready (being in such a rush I didn’t even think to bring something for them to sign, so they signed the envelope our wristbands came in). The band said quick hellos and we were whisked off to the end of the line again to then take our picture with them. I couldn’t stop smiling, my cheeks started to hurt. That’s when my friends started to give me a hard time. “Quit looking so excited”,” it’s not that big of a deal”, I wanted to smack them. Maybe for you it isn’t, but for me it is. Where is there an unwritten rule that you have to act un-interested when meeting someone you’ve admired for years? I guess I missed that memo. I don’t care if I looked silly, I was happy, who wouldn’t be?