posted December 24, 2002 01:59 PM
Here's one of them...I was at a special concert in a small place. I was in the front against the stage on the right hand side. The stage only came up to my rib cage and I was pressed against it. Vincent (my husband) was on my left side and Blue (a friend of mine) was on my right side. There were several bands playing and we were having a great time. Vincent had his digital camera and was snapping pictures everywhere. We didn't have a list of bands playing so each one was a surprise.
So Nine Inch Nails came on which is Blue's favourite band. She LOVES Trent Resnor. We were all dancing like mad and yelling and jumping around and Trent was happy we were right there in the first row because we got into it so much. Trent had a camera up to his face the whole time and was taking pictures of the audience. When Trent's set was over he jumped off the stage and wanted to take pictures of mine and Blue's shoes and legs for some art exhibition. The whole audience was staring at us now and Trent was arranging our feet the way he wanted them. He wanted to use my left foot and leg. I was wearing these boots that came up to mid-calf... they were black velvet with pointy toes but there was a zipper along the inside and over that there were buckles.
Vincent was taking pictures of Trent taking pictures of US. Then Blue says "Ohhhh Amber look there's Richard."
I looked up and there in the crowd was Richard from Rammstein and he was trying to get around the crowd around us because he was leaving. He got close enough so I was able to say "RICHARD!" and he looked up.
"Can I get a picture taken with you?" I asked. He was wearing a long dusty leather coat, leather pants, etc. He looked like he had been digging around in Indiana Jones' tombs or something!
"Oh sure!" he said and stopped where he was which was right by this iron gate on the right of the stage. I jumped away from Trent who was just taking TOO damn long to take those foot pictures and asked Vincent to take a picture of me and Richard.
ugh... Vincent was instantly ****** off and was glaring at me.
"You better not chop off our heads in the picture!" I told him, mad that he was mad over something as stupid as me taking a picture with a really cute guy. Vincent said something nasty, I don't remember exactly what, and Richard got annoyed. Richard opened the gate behind us and pulled me through it.
Next thing I know I'm walking up hill on this dirt road with Richard and we're going to his house. I kept looking behind me, worried.
"Vincent will catch up and kill us." I kept saying "And we're only walking! He'll come in a car and he'll be faster!"
Richard seemed unconcerned. "Don't worry we're fast enough on foot."
We made it to his white house and the door was on the right but in the back. We made our way back there but Richard stopped at the door, noticing something amiss. His screen door was closed but the interior door was open and he knew he had closed it. He pulled me back from the door and back to the front of the house.
Then the rest of his band showed up and he began plotting with them to go into the house and catch the intruder to keep me safe.
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for a million years they dream ..and the fog conceals and hides and eats our souls ..before they open up their eyes again ..how far we'll be ..remember me
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for a million years they dream ..and the fog conceals and hides and eats our souls ..before they open up their eyes again ..how far we'll be ..remember me