My friends and I met Stacy before the show in Philly at the Electric Factory. We got there relatively early, and we went straight to the back of the venue (which leads backstage). The back is like a garage that's high of the ground because the concert venue used to be a factory, so that was used to unload the trucks. So we waited around for a while, and then my friend saw Stacy and asked him to come talk to us. He said he would, and after about ten minutes he did. It took all my courage to ask him to sign my little piece of paper. He was very nice about signing all our stuff. He used my friend's gold pen to sign our stuff, and told us how much he liked it (the pen). I figured that since I was on a roll, I should ask I I could get a picture with him. He said yes, but the problem was that he was inside the garage, which reached up to my chin. I realized that I wasn't going to be able to climb up to him. I was like "I really don't think I'm going to be able to make it up there." He looked apologetic and said something to me that I really wish I could remember, but the whole thing was a blur. Then he climbed down to get in a picture with me. This may not seem like a big deal to any of you, but to me it was a big deal, because some people might not do that. We asked Stacy where Nina and Louise were, but he said they were too busy to come out. We talked to him for about another minute and I can't remember the conversation. Then he had to go, and we figured it was pointless to wait for Louise and Nina. For like a week after that I carried the signature in my pocket wherever I went, but I was afriad I would lose it so I stopped. Now I have it my box where I keep everything I got at a concert.