Okay, to all of you guests out there, a word of warning. If you already know who I am, you can probably ignore this since you'd have to be some kind of idiot not to know it was coming. But here it is, just so my ass is covered.
No, I will not have a vision on command. It doesn't work like that. And even if I do have a vision? You aren't the one I'm going to tell. Period.
No, I won't explain to any of you why I've made the choices I've made in my life. Or what it felt like to have a vision, get body-jacked, or fall into a mystical coma. So don't bother asking because odds are, you aren't going to like what I have to say.
Yes, I died. I'm not supposed to be here. No, I won't tell you what dying was like. Frankly, it's a pretty freaking personal experience and none of your business.
And for the record? I am so not still in love with Xander, we're never going to be together again, and the next person that suggests it... well, let's just say I really wouldn't recommend doing that.
Now with all of that being said, I'll take pictures and I'll sign autographs and archery lessons are every four hours, starting at ten because I'm not getting up at the break of freaking dawn for anyone. I worked for a vampire for years. Trust me when I say that my body clock is nowhere even close to normal anymore. I'm also not going to kiss your asses just because you spent your cash to come here to meet me. Like I said. If you have the first idea about who I am, you'll know I don't cower to anyone and you are not going to be the first.
So now you know. If you don't like it? Find an elsewhere to be.