Chapter 46 - It's Not A Bottle Of Vodka

 

Night number two in Berlin was better than the first night. 

 

 Where management lacked in security that first night, they over compensated on the second night, saving Bon Jovi, from a rush of women that all wanted on the stage.  While security tried to catch them all, one made it through and up on the stage.  In her excitement she failed to realize that if you tackle a man that's singing with his back to you, you're going to fall.  And she did.  Jon happened to see her coming out of the corner of his eye and as she got to him, he let her roll right off of him into the pit, where she was quickly hoisted up by security and escorted out of the building.  Jon never skipped a beat. 

 

When there set was done and they were ushered backstage, their manager said, "You're jet is waiting at the airport, your gear will arrive in the morning.  GO."  He points out the back door.  Richie didn't like what he said AT ALL.

 

"What the hell do you mean our gear will arrive in the morning?" Richie snaps at him.  "My guitars go with me."  Richie turns and heads backstage,, he's getting his guitars.  They aren't going in some foreign semi, with a foreign driver that has no idea the value of his guitars.  The tools of his trade. 

 

"Richie, they'll be fine.  Come on, we gotta get out of here."  Alec yells after him.  All of them are noticing that the crowd is getting louder and louder, expecting an encore of some kind.  Richie disappears and the rest of them get in the van and wait. 

 

A few minutes later, Richie returns with 3 guitar cases in his hands and a smile on his face.  "I'm not leaving my shit for some roadie to wreck."  He loads them in the van and gets in himself.  The van leaves as soon as they can get through the sea of women blocking the driveway.  The banging on the van and the knocking on the windows made the guys a little nervous.  If one window were to break, they would be in for a little bit of trouble.  Not only from the glass, but from the women as well.

 

The ride to the airport was short, but just long enough for Alec to tell more tales of flashing in front of him, that was for him.  They all rolled their eyes, "You're irresistible."  Tico jokes, "They all want you Alec."

 

"Yeah, you're the hot one of the bunch."  David adds.  "They all want the short little bass player."  They pick fun at Alec until they pull onto the tarmac of the airport.  It's a small airport, so the ride to the plane wasn't very long - but when they got to the plane, they were speechless.  It's a small jet, staffed with a pilot, co pilot and 2 flight attendants and the name BON JOVI on the side.  They could not believe what they were seeing. 

 

Their manager says,  "This is for you boys, you're going to need it."  He holds out his hands.

 

"You're fucking kidding me?"  Richie says with an enthusiasm that you might hear from a 10 year old regarding a new bike. "This is ours?"

 

"As long as you make money." the manager adds, "I'm not paying for it, you guys are."

 

Jon stands there and smiles, he thinks to himself, I can't wait to tell Monica about this.

 

They board the plane and quickly check it out.  They have to prepare for take off, as all the plans are set into motion.  Moscow is next.

 

The flight isn't very long and for the guys, it was a nice gab session.  They talked about the rest of the tour, the cities that they are going to.  They talked about set lists and music changes.  They sat together on the plane and acted like a band, a band of brothers.

 

 

Once they landed in Moscow, they were taken to their hotels where they just planned to crash for the night.  Well, Jon did anyway.  He was needing to call Monica, so again in his head he does the math - it's noon there, he's calling.

 

With two rings, she answers, "Hello?"

 

"Hey."

 

"Hi babe.  How are you?" she asks Jon, with a yawn.

 

"Tired, how are you?"

 

"Who is that, tell them you'll call them back.?"  Jon hears a mans voice and the line goes dead.  He's shocked, he's stunned, he's frozen.......he quickly calls back and gets a busy signal.  Two more attempts and he decided he needed a drink.  He grabs his leather jacket and looks for the hotel bar.  With a bottle of Jack Daniels, he was going to end this night on a high note.

 

He keeps asking himself, who was that?  Why did it sound like I woke her up.  Who he hell was in her room with her?  What the fuck is going on?