Meeting Leonard; Part II

"What's wrong?", Tom asked.

I must have been sitting there for a while, with my jaw hanging open, just staring at the monitor.

"Do you know who Leonard Nimoy is?", I asked him, slowly, incredulously.

"Spock?!", he answered.

"Yeah", I responded, looking at him and then back at the screen, and the E-mail I had just gotten from the R. Michelson Galleries. "I got chosen to be a model for his new photography project."

"When?"

"This Monday", I responded. "Which means, I need to take a Personal Day."

Then I turned back to the screen and re-read the E-mail, just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.