Let’s start this story off with an important fact:
I have a supermassive glitterbomb geek girl hag crush on John Barrowman. (What? You could tell that by looking?)
He is every bit as fabulous, friendly, and flamboyant in person as you want him to be. No,really. The look on his face when someone brought confetti to their photo op defines “OMG YAY!”.
What I did not expect from him was genuine selflessness. Or heroism. There were still thousands of people in the convention hall when the fire alarms went off Sunday afternoon, including a few hundred in line for photo ops. When I cleared the booths and headed for the exit, I discovered John Barrowman standing -smiling and relaxed- at the emergency exit for our end of the hall. He kept everyone calm, and was one of the last people out of the building.
When the apocalypse comes, someone beam me to Barrowman.
