Melissa: (about being in an airport as a child and meeting a fan) "Oh, gosh, my daughter loves you," she said. "Can I get your autograph?" I struggled to hold my sister, who was trying to wiggle out of my grasp. "I'm sorry, I can't right now," I said, wincing. "Oh, what a little brat you are," she hissed. She walked away, leaving me shattered...my first unprotected brush with my own celebrity. Later, I realized that everyone else in the airport had been able to behave in whatever way they felt like at the moment, including that woman who was so insensitive, or just oblivious, and downright mean, I had to be perfect, smiley, kind, and polite, or else I was a little brat. That's a hell of a message to give to someone who already stuffed her feelings away.