he smiled.
he said, “thanks again ”...
then snickered, "ha..boys lie..we do NOT!"
"u KNOW you do!", i jokingly replied.
"yeah, you're right", he laughed.
and his entourage swept him away.
Note to self--Chill with them BEFORE not AFTER a show. Too many strangers after a show.
But u see, the night would have ended there if it wasn’t for the fact that I was YET on another mission. For Jacki, this time.
She wrote a letter while I was in Illinois. She addressed it to all of them but I KNOW she wanted me to hand it to Scottie.
So I met up with Eric at the VIP rooms.
There were sooo many ppl there.
and guess who I saw? Frickin’ Joey from N*Sync. I swear! That was the funniest shit. Then I remembered Mark saying , “I’m her ‘joey’”
LMAO!
I didn’t think anything was going to happen so I was going back and forth from the VIP rooms and the office. I almost had it out with a cop b/c he kept saying “she may have a crew pass but she isn’t crew”
I was like “what? who the fuck r u to say i’m not crew?”
so I just walked by. I didn’t give a shit.
Finger 11 and Sevendust guys kept walking around. Vince came up to me again, and kissed my hand, saying ,
"well how are you dahlin'?"
"awesome show tonight", i said.
"well, thank you so much for saying that. seriously, thank you."
And he continued on to his dressing room.
I said my good-byes to Eric.
And I sat and waited and waited right in the damn lobby.
Hillaree passed by and she said hello. I wished her “have a good holiday” and she said the same. (she’s awesome)
And I waited and waited. I couldn’t leave without giving this letter to Scott Phillips. I would feel horrible if I couldn’t do it. So I was cursing the fact that I just didn’t give it to Tremonti when I had a chance.
I look to my right and who do I see walking towards me.
But Mr. Tremonti again...with his girl.
Yeah...exactly.
So i’m thinking to myself, “well, jovanna, get ready for some hard-core dissin’ b/c there’s no way in hell he’s gonna acknowledge your stanky ass with his girl next to him”
As he got closer, I literally cringed.
At the last moment, I looked up from my chair. He looked down at me and reached out for my hand.
He said, “hey, Thanks so much for everything. I really like the sweatshirt. See yooooooooouuu....”, like as if he was thinking when the next time would be.
“Next Tour...I’ll see you next tour”, I smiled.
“Yeah”, he said.
“Hey, what happened here?”, Mark asked me pointing at the floor.
There was blood on the floor b/c a roadie cut his finger up good.
I told him.
“I better see you wearing the sweatshirt!”, I yelled out as he walked away down the hall.
He looked over his shoulder at me and said,
“Oh I definitely will.”
His girlfriend didn’t smile at me. She just looked at me. I don’t know. You make your own opinion. I ain’t saying shit.
So that was it for Tremonti.
I continued to wait and it was 1am. Yes, i’m tired as all hell. But I couldn’t give up.
I saw Brett. I said “fuck it”, i’m going to ask him.
So that’s what I did and he told me where Scottie was. He was less than 15 feet away but around a curve so I couldn’t see him.
He was a funny sight. He had 2 golf clubs and a bunch of x-mas cards and a gift. AND he looked tired as hell. So I already feel like an ass for bothering him.
But I had to.
I said, “what’s up, scottie?”
scott: “what’s up?”
“awesome show tonight...I wish you lots of rest now”
“thanks and..yeah, I know”
“I'd hate to bother you but I have a letter from a friend that wanted me to really give it to u”
He laughed.
I said, “I’m sorry it’s a little crushed. I was in the pit”
I dropped the letter on top of what he was holding.
Again, he laughed, “ok.”
“We met u before in WPB. I doubt u’ll remember and it’s cool if u don’t..”
He looked at me and said, “I remember. Yeah, I remember.”
I looked at him like I didn’t believe him, “Really? u do?”
“yeah, really..i do...”
“awesome. well, although it’s addressed to everyone, I know she wanted me to give it to u”
And again, I couldn’t resist, “can I get a quick pic before u disappear?”
haha!
he said, “uhhhh yeah but let me drop this shit off at the car”
“oh ok” *felt like an ass*
So I waited in front of the office for like 15 minutes. And Scottie comes back out with his girl and Brett and a whole entourage of people. And walked by. I didn’t have it in me to stop him and ask for a pic. I let that one go. There was just too many people. And i’ve been forced to say how I “feel” in front of all these people all night. It was embarrassing. But whatever, sometimes u gotta say “fuck it”. But for Scottie, I was already exhausted and hurt. The pit did some damage. Besides, he looked TIRED.
Note to self - DEFINITELY, BEFORE not AFTER.
And that is it, my friends.
That’s how my December 14th went.
That’s how it went.
NO candy coat.
NO bullshit.
Just the truth.
Hope u enjoyed it.
My wrists hurt. Don’t know how Jacki does it.
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