Something I always wanted to do was be a roadie. Don't ask why when it's mostly a "guy thing". Guess just to prove myself to prove that not ALL females are the kind that flops down and cry when a nail gets broken. So I hung around the backstage area of various concerts waiting for the perfect opportunity. Finally it came:
"I'm not the boys' personal keeper! How am I supposed to know where Brian puts his shoes?"
"Because you're the one who packed them last!"
"I told you I didn't your damned nephew did!"
"That's not what he says."
"OF COURSE HE'D SAY OTHERWISE!"
"I have no choice to let you go. Certain costumes were planned to be worn and therefore because you lost Brian's shoes, we had to change EVERYTHING."
"Fucking hell! I quit!" I took that chance to appear around the corner where I ran straight into the obviously pissed off ex-employee. "Get out of my way!" he barked.
"You're the one that's in my damned way and if you don't like it you'll get a knee in the groin." I must have looked more menacing than I felt looking a 6'6" beefy man or he doesn't hit women because I stayed on my feet. Granted I'm tall for a female, but 5'9" doesn't look like much with someone 10 inches taller standing over you. He brushed past me and I turned around to watch him walk away. I quickly turned back around and saw ho I wanted. "You have a position open?"
"Not for any females."
"Look Mister, I played high school football and tackled like the rest of them I think I can handle myself and carry my weight."
"Well, you've got tonight to prove yourself. I need every person we have to break it all down, and whether you do your share or not is dependant on whether you're apart of the team or not." With that he walked away. I was so happy that I started doing a little dance of happiness. Not bad for the first try. I waited until the concert was over and started breaking things down with everyone else. Of course there were snickers, sneers and guffaws as I walked by and started doing what the boss told me to, but what else was to be expected as there were probably other girls to take the same position only to try and have sex with one of the guys. Granted I wanted to with A.J. but that was a fantasy. After a few weeks I was accepted into the position. No one laughed at me anymore; instead they helped me and joked with me. After a while a tall skinny greasy haired guy walked up to me. I had seen him around running for this and that; I assumed he was someone of importance. "You... Come with me." he barked.
"I have a name, you know."
"I'm sorry but this is of extreme importance."
"Need a screw tightened?" I said and the guys within earshot let out a low chuckle. It was an inside joke that we had started about this guy.
"No I need something else. Follow me I'll explain along the way." So I looked at the guys, shrugged and left with "The Swishy Guy". He led me through some corridors and to a room. "Take a shower and I'll explain everything to you." I got undressed and into the shower. The Swishy Guy was talking through the door to me. "My name is Rick," I laughed as a movie had stated most guys of an alternate lifestyle are named Mark, Rick, or Steve, "I am your boss from now on. Bert has been notified of your new position. You start immediately."
"What am I-"
"You are now Mr. Litrel's personal assistant," Rick cut me off, "the basic rules are as follows, do not touch him where he does not want to be touched, you are to be at the back of the stage when he is running to the back you are to hand him a towel to wipe off his sweat then hand him a water, throw the towel in the dirty towel container and follow Mr. Litrel to the bus, taking down on your pad what he wants to eat then you go and get it EXACTLY how he wants it. This is something new we're trying so don't get your hopes up. Your clothes are on the chair; your crewmember pass has been switched to a personal assistant pass.
There is a pen and notepad you are to use to write down what Mr. Litrel wants. The water is in the fridge; the towel is under your clothes. You have five minutes to be at the back of the stage." I dried myself off and changed into the clothes, grabbed the towel and water and ran to the backstage, turned back around, grabbed my pass and sprinted back to the backstage area where I went in and Brian had just come off the stage. I jogged over to him, handed him the towel and he smiled at me. Over the roar of fans, Brian yelled, "Don't worry I'm not used to it either!" I smiled and felt a little better. He handed the towel back to me and I gave him the water.
"Is there anything I can get you?" I asked.
"Not really I just need a shower." I thought to myself I wouldn't mind giving A.J. a tongue bath but kept the comment to myself though the thought made me embarrassed, "After that though I could use a massage."
"No problem, I'm told I'm good at it."