Day Three: Jason Dohring stole my Sharpie!

Jason Dohring stole my Sharpie.
Yes, you read me right - one of the stars of TV's "Moonlight" ran off with my Sharpie marker.
Fine, I'll explain.
Sunday morning the Comic Con had a panel featuring Alex O'Loughlin and Jason Dohring (Mick St. John and Josef Kostan, respectively, of the cult favorite TV show "Moonlight"). It started out early - too early for my taste, but someone I happened to attend the convention with is a big "Moonlight" fan. So at barely 8 a.m., I found myself the second in line to attend the 11 a.m. presentation.
Very soon after our arrival, more "Moonlight" fans started flocking to the theater entrance, talking about the show excitedly. We waited some more. Then some more. And then some more. Finally, after a slight delay, were allowed into the IGN Theater, where we took our seats. The entire hive was buzzing with excitement.
When the boys showed up on stage, it was like a bomb went off. People were cheering, chanting, laughing and swooning. And then the panel began. Now, in all honestly, it was a good panel. Very light-hearted, down-to-earth and fun, Alex and Jason were a class act. They were very polite and it was easy to see that they loved seeing all their fans, answering as many questions as they could and sharing things that had happened during filming.
Then they did something that no other panel had done: they let the audience come forward so they could sign autographs.
Like I said - a real class act.
Anyways, people started rushing forward, wildly waving scripts, pictures, magazines, paper, iPhones and whatever else they could find for the boys to sign. As I moved in to snag some cool photos, my companion reached the front to have her convention press pass signed. Now, it's important to understand that earlier I had lent her my Sharpie marker for use in case there happened to be an autograph session afterwards. I had doubted they would and was delighted to see that they were going to.
So, after a little shove from me, Mariah handed Jason Dohring my Sharpie and a piece of paper for an autograph.
She got the paper back.
He continued to sign autographs with my Sharpie, appeasing the throngs of smiling, sighing fanboys and fangirls that kept appearing before them. Finally, I gave up. The crowd was too thick and too frantic and, with one sad look at my beloved marker, I hooked Mariah by the arm and got us both out of there.
I'll never forget my Sharpie. It was black and shiny and easy to use. Why one of the undead would wish to keep it is beyond me.
My only prayer is that my marker goes on to sign many an autograph and spread the joy of celebrity throughout this great nation.
That's the end of that tale, friends.
Next time I'll tell you the story of how Seth Green stepped on my foot...
- Jason