I remember wiping the sweat off of my palms and moving seats twice to ensure we had a good view, but not front-row-and-awkward view. It was so weird that he was in London, so weird that I was in London, and weirder still that we were both in London at the same time and in the same room. I was so nervous. There is this very naked feeling when you’re meeting someone you’ve admired for a long time. It’s like the cyber screen or pages that kept you connected yet separate up until now suddenly felt like clothes, and now that they were gone, well, you were naked. Suddenly very…