Just imagine.

kinglittlepea:

You’re sitting in a table and los muchachos come in all laughing and talking. You just stop and stare at all the beauty, but you don’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of them. You finally grow a pair and walk to the table and ask for everyone’s autograph. you’re so lovely that they invite you to dine with them.

The rest is history. until you hear it in the tabloids.