Tommy and Gina’s Story: One Wild Night

We started to walk arm in arm and Gina asked ‘Can we can believe this guy and are we really going down to Mister Jon’s limo?’. I said ’Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure he’s not lying’.

We were rushed backstage by two new guards who were ’on us’ then were moved through a very large group of some jealous looking fans toward the drapery which was blocking what looked like a line of limos.

One guy said ‘nice tits’ and his wife hit him in his chest with her closed fist for being so rude and just said ‘shut up!’. Gina thought that had meant she had another fashion emergency and checked to see that her dress didn’t fall again. It didn’t. We were whisked away from the crowd by two more large guards and escorted to the rear driver’s side door of a black stretch limo with the darkest windows I have ever seen. Gina looked at me with excitement, put her hand to her mouth to let a little Champagne hiccup sneak out and said ‘I can’t believe this is happening!‘.

I couldn’t believe it either. This was straight out of a Rolling Stone magazine expose’ on what really goes on behind the stage of rock stars shows. Like an arresting police officer, the security guard opened the door and firmly steered Gina’s exposed back downward into the rear bench seat of this extra tall stretch limo and as she entered head first, I heard her exclaim ‘Oh!’. I think that was the precise moment I knew this night was going to be one wild night.