Nanci, Jill, and Tina (SM)
We watched as someone in a golf cart (with useless plastic wind guards) delivered a few boxes of pizza to the AB bus. Briefly encouraged, until we saw it was just the roadies (okay—no disrespect—these guys are INVALUABLE to the show, and we all know it) ran out to grab a few pieces. When we saw Myles’ tech, Wookie, we made a lot of noise and got a wave. Our hope was that he would mention to Myles that “those women” were out there again, and might be about to die from the elements.
Early on, we also saw Shim from the
Sick Puppies as he ran from his bus to the stage door for their set. I was instantly awash in guilt. Our cover was blown. We weren’t the die-hard SP fans he thought—we were Myles’ girls. He DID recognize us (damn it) and yelled to us, still smiling, “Get back in there!” Turns out we might as well have. They played their entire set as we stood outside. But it just wasn’t a risk we were willing to take.
We were out back by 10 p.m. Just before 11, I told Sarah I didn’t think I could make it, and was “calling it” at 11. Being able to see my hotel room from where we stood frozen to the ground was NOT helping. Sarah, who had brought the car back around to the rear lot (my PRIMO spot was being held hostage by other fans who had the engine running to keep warm—BASTARDS!!) ran over to it and came back with the propane heater. Though I felt I’d have to stuff the entire machine down my pants to make a difference at this point, I tried to ease the pain in my toes as we all gathered around it. Eleven O’clock came and went, but I stayed. There’s something about standing at the front of a brave line of 20-25 people that makes it VERY hard to be the first one to give up.
“11:15,” I told Sarah. She just nodded. She wouldn’t have stopped me, but her tenacity was helping to keep me from fleeing. It all went without saying.
About this time, one of the security guys who had told us they might not be out until 2 a.m., and who had been watching us from the warmth of his van for 75 minutes, came over and leaned in close to me, like he had a secret. I am all for secrets—especially when they probably involved finding out if
Alter Bridge is EVER going to come out.
“Soon, I think,” he said, looking both ways like someone else might hear. “They just turned on our radios.” He nodded a knowing look, which I returned solemnly. He then over-casually strolled back to his car, doing his best to pretend he hadn’t just dropped critical intel on one of “us.” Of course I immediately turned and related the news, adding that it didn’t really mean much, but was better than nothing. God bless ‘em, the
Midwest Mamas appeared to be having a blast—albeit a frozen one. I was envious. I felt like a disgruntled popsicle—like the last one in the box that is left stuck to the bottom of the freezer that no one ever notices. I wanted my band. I wanted heat. I wanted this to be OVER.
On the dot at 11:30 p.m., the stage door opened and out came drummer
Flip and
Mr. Myles Kennedy. I probably would have peed myself in relief if all my bodily fluids weren’t already frozen sold. But I did have the wherewithal to PANIC: Sarah had just run back to the car for her snow pants and was nowhere in sight. So I did the only thing any normal stalker would do.
Breaking formation (we had been strictly instructed to stay in a single line behind this point!) I jogged over to Myles, saying to him—and even as I type this I can’t believe it came out of my mouth—
“It is SO FUCKING COLD out here, Baby!!” Then capped it off by throwing my arms around him in a bear hug. Luckily for me, security was much slower than I was, and Myles had forgotten his bear repellent. I can only imagine the look on his face. I did see Flip’s, and he was laughing hysterically. I loosened my grip on Myles and found him to be grinning—thank God. I still had my arm around his waist.
“I can’t let go of you,” I told him. “Sarah just ran to the car and she’s not here and if she misses you and…”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he told me. That may have been true, but I kept my arm around him just for good measure. He then turned to me and in his typical, quiet, off-stage voice, thanked me for the book I gave him in Chicago. “And the letter. Thank you for the letter.”
I was floored. I had just tackled him in a moment of madness and instead of closing off and calling for help, he remembered and thanked me for my gifts. His humility seemed to know no bounds. Slightly thrown, I jokingly asked, “and the 600 tweets..?”
“Well now, those are just impressive,” he laughed.
At this moment I saw a black knit cap bobbing up and down between the cars in the parking lot. “Here she comes,” I warned Myles. And like a pro baseball player, she rounded third base, saw home plate and came running. About ten feet shy she slammed on the brakes and slid the rest of the way, coming to rest with a gentle body slam right in front of where Myles and I were connected. And Nanci took the shot.
What we came for. (NKF)I let go of the man and finally let the others in. Flip was sort of just standing there, so I asked him for a hug. Steph and Sarah were still talking to Myles so I took the opportunity to ask Flip about the shield for his kit, and he explained how it was put in place to protect Myles damaged hearing. We agreed it was kind of a bummer, caging him off, but also agreed it was a very worthwhile cause.
I felt by this time that everyone behind me (all of whom I fear I had forgotten the moment Myles appeared) were about ready to mutiny. I tapped Myles on the shoulder and told him I was heading in.
“But we’ll see you in Houston,” added Steph, “and it should be a helluva lot warmer!”
“I’m going to hold you to that!” Myles said, pointing at her. Then to me he quickly added, “See you in Twitterverse!” I smiled (had I ever stopped?)
Then without a word to anyone—and now I feel badly about it, but I was seriously SO FAR over my cold limit it is beyond description—I RAN for the hotel doors. Probably only 50 yards, but they lasted forever. I just broke through the glass doors like an action movie since I was done waiting for things like automatic sliding doors. That was probably going to add quite a bit to our bill, but I didn’t care. I was IN A HEATED BUILDING.