Monday, May 2, 2011
Darren Criss adoration, Part 3
"Keep in mind the amount of days that I've been going," he says, recounting his sleepless week. "I'm not bragging, here. This is me admitting that I'm somewhat insane, and I probably should be committed at some point in my life. It was one long day, starting Wednesday of last week. We had like fourteen-hour shoots Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. We got off Friday at 1:30AM and I decided to drive down to Coachella to see my brother. I did Coachella for two days -- just had a blast, went crazy, had a lot of fun. My manager was like 'don't stay Sunday; you gotta be ready for the rest of the week.' Of course I didn't follow his advice. So we kept going and then I got on a plane, and I was ready to go to sleep, but I was sitting next to the Black Eyed Peas, which was like the coolest thing ever. I was like, 'I can't sleep now, I gotta talk to these guys!' I talked to apl.de.ap and Taboo, so that was really cool, and that was yesterday? No ... almost yesterday."
She turns and spots a group of high school girls in the small audience. "This is horrible to have to watch, isn't it?" she kids. After a quick powwow with Darren and several others, she invites the girls down to meet the Warblers.
"We'd say you can join our club, but it's boys-only," Darren deadpans, suddenly in character. The girls giggle and take a picture.
It's 6:15PM and Criss is lying on his living room floor, surrounded by teenybopper magazines, guitar amps, candy canes, unpacked boxes, a 'Calvin and Hobbes' book and the centerpiece of the room: a Boston grand piano.
To that end, Criss is extremely sympathetic to his fans, and says that he has not had any "crazy" fan interactions thus far.
"My mom worked really hard to come to this country, and it was something she dreamed of her whole life, and so I think that was really instilled in me as a kid. I try desperately to be as humble as possible at all times, and it's easy, because I'm so humbled by so many people that I get to work with.
I'm consistently inspired by people who I think are incredible. That's what keeps me grounded. I don't feel entitled to any of this, I feel like I'm a guest in a very immaculate ball and I'm really trying to look nice and be polite because I should be so lucky to be at this party, and I'm just trying not to make a fool of myself so they don't kick me out."
Source (The article there is longer, complete with a video and picture slideshow. Just saying.)