John Francis - Chapter 119

Saturday, June 14, 2008 at 10:23 AM
Amanda was already in the shower when the wake up call came that morning. She was pleased as she had normally short cycles and it looked as if today might be the last day. She hummed to herself, thinking that she would know pretty much for sure by late afternoon. As she was singing in the shower, she didn’t realize that the song she was humming and adding words to as she remembered them was from last night, the one called Diamond Ring.

Jon woke hearing the first ring of the phone, snatching it up as he thought Amanda might still be sleeping; it was the wake up call. He heard the shower running and as he approached the door, he was sure he heard her singing:

“Diamond ring, wear it on your hand
It's gonna tell the world, I'm your only man
Diamond ring, diamond ring
Baby, you're my everything, diamond ring
When you're hungry, I will fill you up
When you're thirsty, drink out of my loving cup
When you're crying, I'll be the tears for you
There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you

She was then ad libbing as she couldn’t remember more of the song.

Diamond ring, you’re my only man
Diamond ring, you’re my everything”


He smiled to hear her singing and humming, especially that song and not one of the others from last night. On some level, maybe she did get it. He knocked on the door and then went in at her sudden quiet and then loud “Good morning!” Entering the shower with her, he decided to act as if he had not heard her.

“Thought I heard the shower running when the phone rang for the wake up call.”

“Yeah, I woke up early and decided to get going. Today’s pretty busy, right?”

“Oh yeah, getting all the equipment set up and then the sound check. It’ll be pretty much nonstop until after the concert tonight. That reminds me, take a small bag with a change of clothes in case we don’t make it back to the hotel before the show.”

“I will, that sounds like a good idea.”

They finished their showering, lingering a bit, and although Amanda knew she could have satisfied his need, she now had her own needs and plans for that evening. She would keep that a surprise though.

They dressed and got ready for their day, Amanda packing a small bag to take with her. She had her purse with all her necessary items and, yes, a double check on the cell phone.

They were downstairs by 10:00 ready for coffee and breakfast. The other guys were there by 10:15, with David the last one to arrive. He looked a little worse for wear this morning and she teased him about his night. He just grinned at her, but refused to elaborate. Obie joined them then, telling the guys that the roadies were already at Twickenham Stadium setting up the equipment and the stage. The sound check would be ready by 3:30, 4:00 at the latest.

The guys knew Jon, however, and knew that after breakfast they would all be on their way to the stadium. They were right. Finishing the last of the coffees, he threw them a look and asked if they were ready. They nodded and headed toward the front of the hotel. The crowds were back again and as was becoming a habit, Jon took her hand and Richie took her arm. She giggled at them.

“You guys are making me feel like a dog about to run away.”

Richie smiled at her, “Nah, but you do tend to stray a bit.”

She scowled at him. “Shut up, Sambora!”

His grin just got bigger.

They all moved. Girls screamed and police tried their best to hold the crowd back. Amanda was jerked a bit from side to side as one or the other of her escorts was grabbed by women in the crowd. Jon was actually pulled from her side when a woman caught the back of his pants as he was moving along. Richie turned to help Jon and lost her arm on that side. She stood for a moment, waiting for them to catch up to her and felt a strong arm grasp hers and move her a little forcefully to the side, near the ropes. Hugh saw her being moved by a police officer and tried to get to her, but the crowd was larger this morning and there just weren’t enough officers to hold the area clear.

The rope was lifted and she was pushed underneath to stand with the other women. Hands on her hips, she tried to argue with the officer who had moved her. He turned his back on her. She could see all five men now looking for her and she cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled loudly.

“JON! RICHIE!”

They heard their names and turned in that direction, both laughing when they saw Amanda behind the rope, her hands on her hips, and a scowl on her face. Leaning towards Jon, Richie said loudly, “Watch your stomach, bro’, she looks pissed!”

They both moved to get her, however, the police had had enough of the crowd problems caused by these rock stars and almost forcefully helped them enter the limo, not letting anyone move towards Amanda. She saw Jon and Richie trying to argue with the officers assisting them but as the noise was so loud from the fans, she was sure they were being ignored.

She watched in disbelief as Hugh, David, and Tico entered the limo, all three thinking Richie and Jon had Amanda, and then Richie and finally Jon almost came flying into the car as the police “helped” them get out of the crowd.

For a split second the men looked at each other and then they couldn’t help it. They burst out laughing, even Jon, at the irony of this happening yet again. The limo was pulling away quickly now and Jon tried to stop laughing enough to call Amanda on her cell and tell her to walk down a block and they would get her. The other guys didn’t help as they kept reminding him about her right hook.

Amanda stood there, her mouth hanging open, her hands still on her hips, and then, perhaps because she was in England, she swore the words that seemed most appropriate.

“BLOODY HELL!”

She left the crowd, walking down the street in the opposite direction the limo had taken. She took her cell phone out so she would know when it was ringing, but didn’t call anyone.

I do NOT believe this! I have never had so many embarrassing moments in my entire life! I swear to god I’m gonna kill somebody!

Her phone rang; it was Richie. Unknown to her, he had dialed before Jon was able to and had her on speaker phone.

Her voice was curt.

“Richard.”

“Hey, Manda…honey, you missed the limo!”

“I did not miss the freaking limo, the freaking limo missed me!” She was sputtering now, unaware that the men inside the car were holding their hands over their mouths so they wouldn’t give themselves away.

“I’m telling you right now Sambora that if I get mistaken ONE MORE TIME for some groupie or crazy fan I’m gonna have somebody’s balls!”

“Well, darlin’, we could put a leash on you.”

“You could WHAT!? Where the hell is Jon? Why are you calling me? You tell that man to get on the phone RIGHT NOW!”

Her temper was on a roll now and as she had turned a corner she did not realize that the limo was actually about 100 feet behind her. The men could all see her waving her arms, her hair flying in all directions, and her feet stomping as she walked.

“Sambora? Where…is…Jon?” She ground out through gritted teeth.

Jon had instructed the driver to let him off and he quickly moved up behind her. She was so busy yelling at Richie she didn’t hear his approach. He could hear her though and her last yell of “SAMBORA!” was loud.

He got right behind her then, spun her around, the look on her face priceless, and threw her over his shoulder, heading back toward the open door of the limo. She managed to hold onto all her possessions and couldn’t even whack him anywhere or she would drop her new phone.

Richie got out as Jon set her on her feet and she glared at the two of them then got into the car with what little dignity she still possessed. They grinned at each other like maniacs and got back in themselves. The other three sat there, attempting to keep their faces neutral, but one look at her face set them all off.

“Caro, never threaten a man’s balls,” Tico chided her.

“Only Richie suggested a leash,” David offered helpfully.

“You don’t look like a groupie,” Hugh put in his two cents.

A truly threatening look appeared on Amanda’s face. She turned to Richie, who was on the other side of Jon.

“You had me on SPEAKER PHONE ???!!!” She nearly shrieked at him.

The entire car almost started rocking with the laughter that erupted when she launched herself right over Jon at Richie, who immediately protected his balls.

9 comments

  1. Mishna Says:

    LMAO! This one was really good!

  2. Anonymous Says:

    Loved it!! Laugh out loud chapter!! Keep 'em coming!!

  3. Anonymous Says:

    Purely hilarious!!!! love it!!!

  4. Sunstreaked Says:

    Thanks SO much to all you wonderful people who leave comments! I can't begin to tell you how much it means to hear back from those who are reading this.

    All of you who are leaving comments have my BIGGEST thanks for taking the time to say something and I really want you to know how important it is to know when somebody likes (or even dislikes) something. I think it helps me try to make the story better and it sure encourages me to keep writing and posting!

  5. Cathy Says:

    Loved this chapter, I suggest she gets a leash for Jon LOL.

  6. Anonymous Says:

    Priceless chapter!! i LOVE your descriptions of Amanda yelling on the street. Too funny!

  7. Opester Says:

    Hysterical! I think my favorite part was when even Hugh got in on the act and said "You don't look like a groupie"! That had to be the final straw for Amanda! Richie had better watch out and hope that she didn't bring that wooden spoon, ROTFLMAO!

  8. Daydreamer- Says:

    I've loved all the chapters so far, but this one has to be one of my favorites!! I laughed out loud. I can't decide what made me laugh more; this image:

    "her hair flying in all directions, and her feet stomping as she walked."

    Or her screaming "BLOODY HELL!!"

    Priceless!!! Thanks for the laugh. :)

  9. jovikitn65 Says:

    Lmao so good!!

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