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ike most of my friends and fellow students, I have always dreamt of an encounter with a celebrity. My favorite artist is Ning Baizura. She has a unique voice and a very likeable personality. Ning Baizura is also an actress but I personally believe she is a much better singer than the former. I have many pictures of my favorite artist and I never miss any of her concerts just to catch a glimpse of her.
Two weeks ago, my friends celebrated my 17th birthday at a five star hotel. These are my inner circle of close friends who also happen to be very rich and lavish. thus, they invited me to usher in my birthday in style with an expensive buffer lunch. I agreed as I rarely get the chance to dine at the Hilton Hotel. In fact, it was my first dining experience in that luxury hotel known to be the favorite spot of the rich and the famous.

While I was busy chatting with my friends surrounded by sumptuous food and delicacies, my friend, Sarah, tapped my hand urgently. Startled, I turned to her and she pointed at the direction of a table near a secluded corner. I almost dropped my fork. It was Ning Baizura! I was thrilled to note there were other famous celebrities at the table having drinks. My friends pestered me to approach her convincingly arguing that I would never ever get the chance of such a close encounter. I plucked up courage and approached the table very diffidently.

She flashed a smile. Gosh, she looked even more gorgeous in persona and elegantly dressed too! I smiled hesitantly. I suspect now she must have noted how nervous I was and quickly extended a handshake. I shook her smooth hands observing her beautifully manicured fingers. She had style ! I sat next to her upon her invitation and she quickly ordered a glass of orange juice for me. She then proceeded to ask some questions about myself. I told her briefly about my background and the reason I was there. she grinned widely and wished me "happy birthday" before placing her hands in the bag to withdraw...