How many people were there that wanted to talk to you, because of what you mean to them? Imagine for a moment, that your reputation is not so humble, and you are the one being recognised in the crowd.
It could be next year, the year after. What if the roles were reversed?
What would your feeling be, what would your behaviour entail?
Enough rhetoric, though - I hope your legs are feeling more secure, and your heart continues to burble with the satisfaction of walking among, amid, alongside the greatness you aspire to.
The fact that you can exercise restraint in that environment, recognise the cultural sensitivity, and still enjoy, is something I deeply respect. I feel the same way when surrounded by artists and writers, and the unspoken kindred, collaborative bond dwells in the space. Between the bodies, and in the silence. I feel it, but maybe I'm strange.
RE: “I will share my magic with you too”