JenBro - the Britney stories are actually the easiest because I wasn't there during the meltdown....here's one of them...
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CrankYanker
Jan 8 '14, 11:59
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August 5, 2000. Tonight we’ll be in San Bernadino. It’s a beautiful morning. I’m sipping coffee on the patio deck of the guest house overlooking the ocean in Malibu. All I hear is the sound of the waves. It’s a huge contrast to the screaming crowds at the concerts. Tonight is the 25th concert out of 29 in the North American tour which started June 20th.
I hear Britney walking across the atrium “Let’s go get Starbucks!”, she yells.
“Sure, I’ll go get Rob”
“He’s not here yet”
“Then we’re not going anywhere”
“Come on, don’t be a fuddy duddy, I need a frappucino!”
“Not gonna happen Britney”
“Then I’ll run down myself real quick”
“No you won’t, we’ve had this conservation before. You don’t go anywhere without Big Rob and you definately don’t drive yourself, end of story”
“Fine, remind me to fire you” she says as she walks off the deck.
“That’s not happening either” I answer with a song.
Rob arrives around noon and I pull the car around front. We have just enough time to stop at Starbucks on the way to San Bernadino and Rob can run in to get Britney’s fix. Her assistant Marci joins us, but Larry, her manager, will meet us there. I’m glad because Larry is all business and Britney can’t really relax on the way to the concert. It’s a nice Saturday drive and Britney is excited as always. When we get off the freeway Britney notices a car on the side of the road that has steam coming from under the hood.
“Paul, pull over, pull over” she yells.
I roll my eyes because we’ve done this twice before. Once was a mother and two girls in a broken down Mercedes. We gave them a ride to the concert and Britney hosted them backstage while a Mercedes dealer picked up their car, repaired it, and brought it to the parking lot after the show. Another time was a teenage girl in a 1950 Ford that blew its engine on her way to the concert from 500 miles away. We took her to the concert and Britney flew her home in a private jet afterward.
I stop next to the steaming car. There’s a woman and her daughter in the front seat. “Do you need help?” I yell.
She hesitates as she looks back at the limousine and finally says “Kinda”.
“They’re in trouble Britney” I say, looking back thru the divider.
“You know what to do Paul”
I get out and quietly tell the woman and her daughter that we can give them a ride to the concert and take care of her car. Her daughter is jumping up and down “Say yes Mom, say yes!”. Neither of them know who is in the limo. They gather up their belongings, lock up their car, and I open the rear limo door where Britney is seated. The woman’s daughter screams so loud I thought my eardrums were going to burst. The mother goes weak in the knees and grabs me for support.
“Aw, it’s OK hun, hop in!” Britney says, and poor girl gingerly makes her way into the limo while sobbing uncontrollably and saying “Oh no, oh no, this isn’t happening, this can’t be real!” Britney is laughing the whole time. Marci formally introduces herself, Britney, Rob, and me to the woman and her daughter. We learn that she is unemployed and spent her last paycheck on concert tickets and gas so her daughter could see Britney’s concert. Britney is in tears and tells the mom “Don’t worry, everything’s gonna be fine.”
They talk girl talk on the way to the backstage area. Britney orders dinner for everyone and our guests join Britney, Marci, Rob, Larry, and me for a bite to eat in the green room. Afterward, Britney has them taken to front row seats for the concert.
The concert is a madhouse since it’s the last one in California for the year. During the concert, Britney gives me instructions to call all the local car dealerships to find a new car that can be delivered to the parking lot. I find a Ford dealer that is willing to make the last minute delivery and I arrange the purchase of a new Ford Taurus.
When the concert ends, the woman and her daughter are taken backstage to say goodbye to Britney. She walks them out to the artists’ parking lot, hands them the keys to the shiny new Taurus, and a check for $5000.
The mother screams, the daughter screams, the mother cries and falls to her knees. Britney gets on her knees and hugs her. “I told you everything was gonna OK, hun”. She pulls the woman’s daughter in for a group hug and they all cry. “I can’t take this”, the mother says. “I can’t ever repay you, I don’t believe this”.
“Y’all don’t owe me a thing” Britney says. She asks Marci to give her some paper and a pen. “Here, here’s my private number, you call me anytime….just to say Hi, ok?” Britney says, and hands the paper to the daughter. “Ok” she says quietly.
The dealer representative gives the woman some instruction on the new car and his business card and tells her that Britney has agreed to handle all the repairs for as long as she has the car.................................
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that's really cool. -- nm
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Mel Profit
Jan 8, 12:32
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"And when B says 'remind me to fire you,' she means it. I didn't bother to remind her and she totally forgot." -- nm
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Max
Jan 8, 12:19
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that IS a great story (but you have 'conservation' and mean 'conversation'.) -- nm
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Andie
Jan 8, 12:11
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Bah, no dirt!!! -- nm
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Spawn
Jan 8, 12:03
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*sniffles* ... dusty in here
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JenBro
Jan 8, 12:02
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yeah, you posted this before, great story. -- nm
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Beaker
Jan 8, 12:01
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