So MCR is in Chicago, and they're here for a couple of days, enough to have a day off and a desperate need to get out, stretch their legs, and do something different for a while. They end up deciding to go to the museum where I work, because it's awesome, and it's not something they do a lot of, and they figure on a Thursday in the middle of a school day they're not going to run into a lot of high schoolers who recognize them.

And there's shenanigans in the room with the dinosaur skeletons, and Mikey gets lost in the plants exhibit, and sooner or later they're all separated. Meanwhile, I've had to run upstairs for something, so I'm in the Slowest Elevator Ever, when the door dings on the second floor and Gerard Way gets in, looking kind of lost and flustered.

I pretend not to notice, and try to play it cool, because I'm terrified of coming off all annoying-fangirl on his day off, so it takes me a while to realize that the Slowest Elevator Ever is taking even longer to reach the third floor than usual. Then there's a really awful grinding noise, and we stop entirely. Cue panic, lots and lots of swearing, and at some point an awkwardly-timed revelation that I totally know the words to all his music.

After a lot of bitching through the intercom, and it becoming clear that the elevator repair guys will take well over an hour just to get out there, let alone fix the problem, there's nothing else for it but to sit down on the floor of the elevator and talk. I tell him all about my job, and he's actually interested. And I ask him about himself, and at first it's a little awkward, like I just want to know because he's Gerard Way, but I'm all suave and cool and, "I want to know because you're the human being I'm sharing ten cubic meters with for the next several hours." And we talk about what life on the road is really like, and Frank and Bob and Ray and Matt, and trade stories about our respective little siblings. And when they finally get us out of the elevator, like, seven hours later, the museum's been closed since five and we're exhausted and starving, so he/the rest of the band offer to buy me dinner down town.

Then we exchange cell phone info and e-mail addresses, and we start texting and corresponding. The band calls me 'elevator girl' in interviews. We totally hook up and hang out whenever we're in the same city together. They introduce me to all of their band-friends, and...the fantasy sort of peters out there. But I think there's sex involved later on.

(FOB alternative: It's Patrick, and I make him recommend me a ton of music, and it turns out his grandmother goes to the same Glenview senior center as mine. Or, it's Pete, and we make out for half the seven hours.)

There's the other fantasy involving time travel, but we won't get into that.