When my favorite band Wyld Guys came to town I knew I had to
get backstage and meet them. After all,
I was their biggest fan. I headed up their unofficial fan club, I owned
all their CDS, I even took a year off of work to follow them around on
tour. But I had never gotten back stage.
Like any great rock band they mostly took girls back with them but this was
their last concert this year and they said they’d bring their number one fan
with them out on stage for their encore.
I figured all I had to do was get back stage and they’d clearly see I
was that number one fan.
So I went all out. I
got a great wig. I got the sluttiest
makeup I could find, I stuffed some socks into a bra, I got a pair of shorts
and some pantyhose and I went for it.
And it worked… but maybe to well.
I got backstage all right, but the guys were running late and just
peeked their heads into the room to give us a wave. The guys didn’t even talk to us and a roadie
was assigned to pick the lucky fan. When
he picked me I tried to sneak away and change out of my faux femme gettup, but
I was rushed onto stage where they introduced me as their number one fan. Rolling Stone was there and my picture with
the band made the cover.
The guys were furious when they brought me back. They were just about to make the big time and
couldn’t have some scandal derailing their success…. So they kept me on as
their number one fan. They hired a
stylist to make sure I was always as sexy as I could be and I was out on stage
every night introducing the Wyld Guys.
The number one fan “Wyld Gyrl” was a big success.
Their manager made sure that no mistake would happen again
so now I’m the only fan allowed back stage.
As such I’m expected to keep the band in good spirits… just as their
number one fan should!
source: fuskator
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