Veronica Hart - Part I

In high school I was voted "Most Likely to Appear on Girls Gone Wild" to sow my wild oats, I guess. My mother was so proud. Well, I chose a degree of it...the rock and roll version:

I have many theories in life: 1.) All jocks kiss the same - Sloppy! Annnd they all practiced on themselves in the boys locker room to achieve this. 2.) Anyone who refers to themselves as the third person is not someone to be trusted. 3.) Always match your bra and panties - you never know when you're going to end up in the hospital. 4.) Dinosaurs never existed and Miss Piggy is probably a bitch in real life. and 5.) Keep a diary, just to remind your grand kids or whoever reads it when you're gone, that you too were a rad person at one time. But, most importantly make sure you live your life in a way that makes people want to read your diary. I have over 50 diaries that are in a drawer. The early ones consisting most of my amateur adventures: when my best friend and I were stranded at a strip club at 3am when we were newly eighteen, when I got into my first and only fight in the girls locker room, having my first kiss right next to a dumpster, or when I was convinced I had a chance with a senior when I was in eighth grade. (Hey! He was the one that would call me.) The most recent ones however, are mostly in the style of how I write these entries. I'm sure my future grandchildren are going to be wide eyed reading them. Oh, and PS if I die at a young age - I give permission for someone to come to my place and grab my diaries before my mother gets a hold of them. Thanks. :-)

Having this theory planted in my head about experiencing stuff to write about, I joined the Plastics. If you've ever seen the movie, Almost Famous, you'll have a slight idea on what we're about, just a little more modern. We're groupies to put it plain and simple. Ever go to a concert and look by the side of the stage and notice girls standing there singing along to all the songs? Ever see some girls walking around the venue with backstage passes around their neck? Girls with fishnets following the lead singer and bass guitarist on the tourbus? Yep, that's us.

I'm really going to try hard not to sound like I'm bragging when writing this entry about my experience with rock stars. I know I'm lucky and some people would give their left little toe to meet who I've met. So, without sounding big headed - here it goes:

I can't listen to the radio for very long while driving without hearing one of his songs on a station. I go and pick up some milk at Walmart and I hear his voice singing on the loud speaker. I see his face on the cover of a magazine by the register at Giant Eagle. Honestly? It drives me fucking insane. Because I knew him before he was THIS big.

Let me first off start by saying, I know what you're thinking..."What does she have that's so great that gets her backstage?" 2 simple answers: 1.) Confidence. 2.) Connections. I know I'm not a dime as the ghetto boys call it. I have my problem areas physically like all girls do. But, I don't let this show when walking in a venue. People can smell fear and low self esteem miles away. As corny as it sounds, I'm not "Hotto" anymore...I play a part. I talk, walk, and present myself in a totally different manner that some of my closest friends wouldn't even recognize me. Which is why as a plastic, we have different names other than our original ones. Veronica Hart. Yeah, that's me. Nice to meet you.

No one around the music industry knows me by my real name. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I go by Veronica, when someone is shouting it and I'm looking around for the girl and realize " Oh, it's me."

Okay, now back to the story...

I did my research before I planted my heels on the venue floor. I wasn't at all impressed with him to say the least. Rock star or no rock star, he was still a normal person and from the info I read about him - I would have probably ignored his existence if we met in the "real world." Still, I was ready for fun.

After the show, I was backstage hanging out by the green room, sipping on a bottled water, talking with a few roadies I had made friends with and that's when he walked over. I knew exactly who he was, though he looked slightly different from the pictures in magazines. He had sex eyes to say the least. You know the kind, slowly undressing you from top to bottom as he looks at you. ...I wasn't impressed. To prove this theory, I asked him if he was going to join the other roadies in taking the equipment back to the bus.

The look he gave me was priceless, it was as if I told him I was going to kill him and his dog later that day with a spatula. "...Umm, I I I'm the lead singer." he stuttered. "Oh, really? Huh. Well lead singer, I'm Veronica. Does the lead singer have a name?" I asked. He stood there for what seemed like forever, his mouth still wide open in disbelief and guess what? I wasn't going to wait for his response. My time is too precious to wait on stuttering Stanley to give me an answer. So I grabbed my purse and walked away. As I walked away to go outside by the bus, he shouted his name...though I already knew it. :p We'll call him "Rob"...Ha! Did you actually think I was going to give you his real name?! Silly, reader!

I was already on the tour bus before Mister Diva "I'm the lead singer" Rob graced us with his presence. His band members and tour manager were talking shit about Rob, warning me about him as they did several lines and the bus became fog like from all the smoke from the weed. And there he walked on the bus, belting out one of his tunes he had sang earlier that night, like he was some music god. I sat there unamused and drank my bud lite.

He grabbed a joint as he made his way to the back of the bus, turned and pointed at me. Some girls might have gotten excited that Mister Big Deal Rob pointed at them...not me. I looked at him like he was on more than just weed and said "yeah? Did we forget my name already?"

"Miss Veronica, can you please accompany me on the back of the bus?"

...And so I did.

(to be continued)

XoX

Hotto