Jimena, 18, MEXICO

It is a dream about me going in the back seat of my car, and my Mom driving through the cobbled streets of downtown. Suddenly, I saw Celine was inside one of the many stores that are in downtown. She was not buying though, she was the shop keeper. It was like a jewelry shop.

I yelled to my mom so she would stop. I ran back to the shop and I entered and there she was - Celine Dion, as a regular shop-keeper. She didn't notice me at first, and I of course didn't want to be a groopie, cause I know she hates them. So I very calmly approached and I don't remember the exact words I told her, but very slightly and softly made her know I admired her and that I thanked her for existing because she had changed my life.

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