It started in the summer of 2000 around June or July. I was online looking around and found out that Davy Jones was going to be in Connecticut on September 4th. I got four of my friends to drive up to Woodstock, Connecticut with me. I'm going to jump to September 4th and right to when he came out on stage at 3:00. It was great we had so much fun, singing and dancing and everything. He told us that he would sign autographs and I jumped up and got in line, with like a billion other people or at least that's what it seemed like probably because I was getting mushed. Finaly I got to the front of the line, grinning *Boy was I grinning* Anyways, he asked me my name and I told him Jessica and he grinned "That's my daughter name" I just smiled. I was just about to walk away and I was like "Ummm can I have a hug." He smiled and said "Sure thing Luv." I almost died... but it doesn't end there.

I found out that he was going to be singing again at 9:00 so I made my friends sit around till 9:00. We had the best time and we couldn't stop laughing, but that's another story back to Davy :) 9:00 came around and this time we sat right in front of the stage *Big mistake* towards the end of the show is when the problem started everybody stood up and everybody started pushing to get closer to him, I of coures was right up in front with at least 1,000 40 year old women and two very annoying 12 year olds with a big red blow up crayon pushing up against me. Finaly he walked off stage told them he'd sign more autographs and I was left with my friends and a broken rib. Everbody who I tell the story starts laughing and looks at me like I'm nuts. The doctors and nurses at the hospital had two reactions One: Oh My God You Saw Davy Jones and Two: You got Stage Rushed At A Davy Jones concert ? I had the best time besides the broken rib...