If I ever happened to run into kanye on the streets I wouldn't

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If I ever happened to run into kanye on the streets I wouldn't know what to do. I'd see him walking towards me and be like "oh shit oh shit oh shit" I wouldn't want to interrupt him, he's with his kid and talking to his wife. They get closer. I look at my phone hoping he doesn't notice me noticing him, but I kinda do want him to notice me so he knows I know who he is. I don't want to bother him because the paparazzi have probably been on his ass for a while now, and his body guards just got them to leave. They're finally enjoying the peace. He's 5 feet away now walking at a brisk pace. They start to go silent as I get closer, knowing full well i might interupt their conversation. I look up and wave at him. I don't want to interrupt them. I don't want to end up as a dinner conversation later that night. I know I would end up as a conversation. I'm awkward as fuck. He give me a nod, the kind that you would give if you accidentally made eye contact with a stranger you don't know. Kim ignores me completely, eyes straight ahead. North doesnt even notice I was there, she's focused on something else. I already regret the action I've made, but I know it's the right one. I walk a few more feet before stopping to turn around, with the hope that he has a free minute in his day to turn around and take the thanks and praise i have to give to him. He doesn't. Kanye doesn't owe me anything, while I owe kanye everything. I'm just a being. He's a fucking God. I catch a final glimpse of him before he turns a corner. He's gone. "That was kanye west" I whisper to myself. I have no proof I saw him, but I saw him. I just saw Kanye West.