In Which a K/Night Never Fades : EA Parts #6 and #7
(Part one is HERE, part two/three is HERE, and part four/five is HERE.)
Finally, I present you with...
The Emilie Autumn VIP/Meet and Greet Experience!
Seriously, if you're going to read any of these EA entries, THIS is the one to read. Why? Because it was FUCKING AMAZING! Also, it involves girl-on-girl kissing, massive amounts of tea, bad poetry, and sing-alongs.
VI. VIP Meet and Greet
After the conclusion of the show, Oliver told me I should hit up the merch table before it was swamped. I went over and got the "Free Suffer" tank top and a tour shirt. I totally spaced out on the Captain Maggot poster - oops. Anyway, the VIP holders were told via email to wait around the merch table. The Crumpets were hanging out with everyone, and Captain Maggot gave me the hugest hug; she just ran right up to all of us and hugged us all in turn. She is FUCKING SHORT and beautiful.
After about half an hour, non-VIP ticket holders were told to leave, so Oliver and everyone left. They then had us make a U-shape around a stool, and then Emilie came out. She began by genuinely thanking us all for being there, and that she honestly loves and appreciates all of her muffins. Other artists could say the same thing and sound like they've said it a thousand times. Emilie, you can tell, MEANS every word. Part of what makes her so amazing is her fierce appreciation and love for her muffins. You KNOW she appreciates you being there, just like you appreciate HER being there.
Pics:
With Contessa.
She had a proof copy of The Asylum Book with her, and she read bits from it (popular leech names, funeral cake recipe, etc.). Contessa brought pages around for us to see. Then Emilie said that, since it's so personal, she never sings "My Fairweather Friend" live, but if we sang along with her, she would do so without any musical accompaniment (Inky wasn't there with his guitar). We all sang along with her, and then she said that we should get in line for hugs and signage, etc.
This is when I panicked. I had waited all these years, and prior to the show I'd been agonizing over what to give her as a gift, what to say to her, what I'd do if she didn't seem to honestly remember me. I was in the middle of the line, and I felt like I was about to have a panic attack. It wasn't even a starstruck thing at all; it was panic because she means so much to me, and we had this amazing little history kind of, and I just didn't want it to be over so soon. Thus, I went to the very back of the line, giving up my spot in the middle.
Brooke was at the end of the line, and she was getting her set list sign. I had asked a stage hand for a set list, but he was a total fucking dick and shrugged me off. I knew there was still Contessa's torn-up, tea-stained set list up there, since I'd been eyeing it. I found a Hawthorne worker and said, "could you do me a huuuuuge favor? Could you get me that massacred setlist up there?" and he was nice and TOTALLY crawled up on stage and got me the setlist! So, to further prolong meeting Emilie, I got Contessa, Aprella, and Captain Maggot to sign it.
Then I went over to Veronica, and because there's Veronica's Kissing Army, I asked if I could have a kiss. She signed my set list (photo below) and then leaned over the table to kiss me. Her lips are fucking pillow-soft. She gave me this slow, seductive kiss on the lips, and I had my hand on the left side of her face, and she nuzzled my nose, then kissed me on the lips again. I kissed Veronica Varlow! WOOHOO! AMAZING kisser. Seriously. Wow.
Anyway, at around this time, the people running the theatre were getting antsy to close up, so EA's people said that we had to hurry things up. Eventually, of course, it was almost my turn. The girl ahead of Brooke and myself was totally plastered, shit-faced, and I guess she'd interviewed Emilie prior to the show. She was going on and on about how she was writing a positive review about the show and what-not. Amusing.
So then, last but not least, Emilie got to myself and Brooke. Since we were last, she gave us a hug at the same time, saying something I now don't remember, but was probably about us being her last muffins there or something. After the huge three-way hug, I stood in front of her, looked in her eyes (she's quite short), and said, "I have waited SIX YEARS to meet you! SIX YEARS!" and she said something like, "oh my god! Really?!" then gave me another hug and said something I'm sure was sweet, and I said, heart pounding, "actually...you might remember me...but if you don't, that's okay, but...back in 2004, I was in a History of Rock class..."
And her eyes got fucking ginormous, all wide and shocked. She got REALLY, REALLY excited, genuinely excited, and she said, "THAT WAS YOU?!" and I said, my voice as excited as hers, "THAT WAS TOTALLY ME! I wanted to write about you, but I wrote it about Courtney Love, and you emailed me, like, an ESSAY about her." And she gave me the HUGEST HUG EVER, and a kiss on the cheek, and I said, "do you really remember that?" and she said, "OF COURSE I REMEMBER, BITCH! I'm not THAT crazy!" And I'm pretty sure she gave me yet another hug and kiss. I pulled out of my bag the Courtney paper and said, "I brought it in case I had to remind you, but..." and I stuck it back in my bag.
Then I took out some comments we'd exchanged on LJ, which I'd printed, and I said, "these are just some things we said back and forth, back before you got so busy. I just wanted you to have this because it meant SO MUCH to me that you took the time to talk to me, and I just...REALLY wanted to thank you for this." She told me that's the bad thing about being busy is not being able to stay in contact with people. I turned through some of the pages, showing her this HUGE FUCKING COMMENT she left about poems and writing, and EA said, "We have SUCH a history! We had an amazing connection!"
Yes, Emilie said we have a history and connection. :D
And then she said, "I'm so dumb! I can't believe I didn't recognize you! YOUR EYES! Oh my god, your pictures do NOT do you justice! You are SO BEAUTIFUL!"
Yes, I died. Someone looking like HER called me beautiful? AWESOME. Always amazing to hear compliments, and from her it meant a LOT.
I then pulled out my book of poems, and before I even said anything, she basically shrieked, "YOU DID IT!!!!" and gave me, yes, ANOTHER hug and kiss. And I said, "yeah, I only sold like 8 copies..." and she said something like, "that does NOT matter! YOU DID IT! You wrote your book! I am so proud of you!"
SHE SAID SHE IS PROUD OF ME...it was AMAZING, like I said, like a friend you haven't seen in a long, long time just re-connecting with you, and Brooke later said she almost cried seeing us rekindle this little connection.
Emilie said something again about my eyes, and she said, "this is for ME?" and I said, "yes, you have to have a copy! You dubbed me a Knight of the Pen [*here I pointed to the blurb on the front of the book*], and you were a HUGE inspiration for me getting off my butt and putting this together. There's even a poem about tea in it." She was SO GENUINE and REAL...you could tell she was sincerely happy to see me, and to have my book. It was fucking INDESCRIBABLE.
I then had her sign my set list and my book of poems, then I took out the poster of her from Orkus magazine, and had her sign that. I said, "could you also draw a plague rat on it? I want to get a tattoo for you," and she said, "are you sure you want to get a tattoo?" and I said something like, "oh, yes, I have loads, and you are so important and inspirational to me that I know I want one," and she drew a rat...but she said, "that's not good enough; if you're getting a tattoo, it has to be perfect," and she drew Basil, her rat, on the poster, and she said, "you heard that Basil was really sick?" and I said, "yeah, but what's wrong with him?" and she said, "I don't know, they just get the plague sometimes."
After she signed all my stuff, I said, "oh, and I almost forgot!" and I took out THIS, a stuffed donut (which Nick and I found in a teen clothing store in the mall. It was RANDOM, just a donut for no reason). I said, "it's not a muffin, but...oh, and it's VEGAN! My husband and I wanted to make sure you know that it's VEGAN!" and she cracked up and showed the donut to Maggots, and just...haha, lovely.
At this point, I got Brooke to take our picture. I told Emilie that we had to look sexy...she does...I look more...just, really, really giddy:
At some point around this time, Emilie mentioned how I could email pics from the show to get to her as quickly as possible, or thoughts or anything I wanted to.
Anyway, I gave her a huge hug, and then Brooke had her stuff signed, etc. She mentioned to Emilie that she had a gift basket for Emilie and the Crumpets, but it was in her truck. So Emilie said, "you guys can meet me out back," and I was like..."omg, sweet! I get to see the gift basket I've been hearing about!" and what-not. Brooke and I went to leave, but then I (I thought it was her idea, but it was totally mine, I now remember) said, "Emilie, can I have a peck on the lips?" and Emilie totally kissed me on the lips. I hugged her and told her I loved her, and she said, "I love you too! I'll see you outside!"
So Brooke and I went out back, the last muffins to leave the venue. We stood by Emilie's bus for like ten minutes, talking...I was still in shock that she remembered me, and I was still blushing over all the compliments. After a bit, Emilie came out and I FREAKED OUT...
"OH MY GOD! IT'S THE UNICORN HAT!" And Emilie came over to us, looking all adorable. Brooke gave her the gift basket of tea and candy (in pill bottles, no less!). I said, "where's the donut?" And Emilie said someone had it (stage hand or something). I said, "yeah, I forgot to tell you - you can also use it as a hemmorhoid cushion," and she freaked out. "WHAT IS WITH YOU GUYS? He [whoever it was] just said it looks like a hemmorhoid cushion!" We laughed, and I said, "well, you can also put it on your wrist and wear it, and she said, "I'm going to!" And she had my book in her hand, and I said, "I hope you read it," and she said she would and she was all smiley, as were Brooke and myself.
I said, "I'm sorry, I HAVE to have a pic of you in the unicorn hat," and I was thinking I'd just take a picture of Emilie by herself, but she totally grabbed me and held me SUPER TIGHT, and I handed my camera to Brooke and said, "I hope we look cute," and I'm sure Emilie said, "of course we do!"
My neck looked weird, so yes, I edited it a bit. But yaaaaaaaaay UNICORN HAT!!! (I totally ordered one, by the way.) I WAS that happy. Happier, in fact.
We talked for a bit about depression, and medication, and Brooke pointed out this little heart pendant on the basket. She'd had it since she was around 10, and it used to hang on her mirror. Emilie said, "mirrors are powerful," and Brooke said, "honey, I know; I'm pagan," and Emilie was all happy and cute and adorable.
I asked Emilie, "whatever happened to the...I'm having a brainfart...the ABC naughty book...thing," and she said, "that's finished; we're just waiting for the right time. It's a little thing, and when you have a big thing like The Asylum Book, it's hard to figure out when to put out something a little smaller. But it will come out!"
We talked about depression a bit more, and Emilie said how music's gotten her through so much. The three of us just exchanged random depression/medication stories, and Emilie reiterated how music and this album got her through some really dark times. Then she talked about how shitty the lighting during the show was. In fact, she said "it was embarrassing." Brooke and I told her that no one noticed, and I said, "I don't know anything about lighting, so I'm sure nobody noticed." And she was genuinely relieved-looking.
I asked if she was going to take pictures of the gifts she gets on the US tour, like she did with the European one, and she said she would try to. I said, "okay, that donut better be in there," and she said, "oh, it will be," and I said, "my book too!" Heehee.
At one point, I said something about how I didn't want to be selfish and hog so much of Emilie's time, and she said, "you're not selfish; I will always have time for you." And I died at her sweetness.
She had to go, but Brooke and I were telling her to please come back, and she said she would. Emilie told both of us that she was "so proud of you" and to "keep writing". It was sad, but beautiful, saying goodbye to her. I gave her a HUUUUUGE hug, and she held me so close and warmly, and I almost cried and said, "it was TOTALLY worth waiting six years for you, but PLEASE come back sooner than that," and she said she would, and we're still hugging, and I said, "thank you so much for everything, Emilie; I love you so much," and I said it like how you say you love your significant other, or sister, or mom...because I really do love HER. Her music, yes, but HER most of all. So yeah, I said, "I love you so much, thank you for your time and for remembering me. Please be safe out there, and come back soon. I LOVE you," and she said, "You be safe too. Thank you SO much for everything, muffin; I love you," and then she gave me a HUUUUUGE squeeze and a final kiss on the cheek, then after saying goodbye to Brooke, she got on the bus. Brooke and her woman let me wait in their truck, as they didn't want to leave me there, alone after midnight in the middle of the city. I was VERY thankful for that.
I am almost crying now...Emilie is SO, SO amazing. She makes me realize that I AM a writer, and beautiful, and intelligent. Other people make me realize those things too, but she's Emilie Autumn...she's an icon, and she remembered me. I honestly thought she wouldn't remember me. And every word she said, you KNOW she meant it. When she said she was proud of me, and that she loved me...it was REAL.
Here's the stuff I got:
Free Suffer tank (fans will get it), my poetry book signed, poster I've had for three years signed.
Tour shirt, signed set list.
Close-up of set list, signed by EA and all the Crumpets. Veronica hitting on me prior to our kiss.
My signed book.
EA's drawing of Basil for me to get a tattoo of.
It's not exact, but cute enough!
That's as good a place as any to end. The show, the words, the lady herself...Emilie Autumn is real and unique and intelligent and amazing and genuine. That she remembered me at all is more than I could ever have hoped/wished/dreamed of. Sharing that precious time of hers Thursday night will NEVER be forgotten. I will ALWAYS remember our parking lot conversation outside her tour bus, and the hugs and kisses (even the kiss on the lips wasn't like, "OMG! I KISSED EMILIE AUTUMN!" but rather...a way to exchange love with her).
The concert was amazing, but I have to say, spending time talking with Emilie was MUCH, MUCH better. It was so much more personal and meant so much to me.
I would gladly wait another six years or longer to experience anything even remotely as wonderful again. I hope I don't have to wait that long, but however long it takes, I WILL be there when she comes back. And she will always, always, ALWAYS be one of my favorite people and artists in this entire bloody world.
I will forever be her Knight of the Pen, and I will always have love for her.
Finally, I present you with...
The Emilie Autumn VIP/Meet and Greet Experience!
Seriously, if you're going to read any of these EA entries, THIS is the one to read. Why? Because it was FUCKING AMAZING! Also, it involves girl-on-girl kissing, massive amounts of tea, bad poetry, and sing-alongs.
VI. VIP Meet and Greet
After the conclusion of the show, Oliver told me I should hit up the merch table before it was swamped. I went over and got the "Free Suffer" tank top and a tour shirt. I totally spaced out on the Captain Maggot poster - oops. Anyway, the VIP holders were told via email to wait around the merch table. The Crumpets were hanging out with everyone, and Captain Maggot gave me the hugest hug; she just ran right up to all of us and hugged us all in turn. She is FUCKING SHORT and beautiful.
After about half an hour, non-VIP ticket holders were told to leave, so Oliver and everyone left. They then had us make a U-shape around a stool, and then Emilie came out. She began by genuinely thanking us all for being there, and that she honestly loves and appreciates all of her muffins. Other artists could say the same thing and sound like they've said it a thousand times. Emilie, you can tell, MEANS every word. Part of what makes her so amazing is her fierce appreciation and love for her muffins. You KNOW she appreciates you being there, just like you appreciate HER being there.
Pics:
With Contessa.
She had a proof copy of The Asylum Book with her, and she read bits from it (popular leech names, funeral cake recipe, etc.). Contessa brought pages around for us to see. Then Emilie said that, since it's so personal, she never sings "My Fairweather Friend" live, but if we sang along with her, she would do so without any musical accompaniment (Inky wasn't there with his guitar). We all sang along with her, and then she said that we should get in line for hugs and signage, etc.
This is when I panicked. I had waited all these years, and prior to the show I'd been agonizing over what to give her as a gift, what to say to her, what I'd do if she didn't seem to honestly remember me. I was in the middle of the line, and I felt like I was about to have a panic attack. It wasn't even a starstruck thing at all; it was panic because she means so much to me, and we had this amazing little history kind of, and I just didn't want it to be over so soon. Thus, I went to the very back of the line, giving up my spot in the middle.
Brooke was at the end of the line, and she was getting her set list sign. I had asked a stage hand for a set list, but he was a total fucking dick and shrugged me off. I knew there was still Contessa's torn-up, tea-stained set list up there, since I'd been eyeing it. I found a Hawthorne worker and said, "could you do me a huuuuuge favor? Could you get me that massacred setlist up there?" and he was nice and TOTALLY crawled up on stage and got me the setlist! So, to further prolong meeting Emilie, I got Contessa, Aprella, and Captain Maggot to sign it.
Then I went over to Veronica, and because there's Veronica's Kissing Army, I asked if I could have a kiss. She signed my set list (photo below) and then leaned over the table to kiss me. Her lips are fucking pillow-soft. She gave me this slow, seductive kiss on the lips, and I had my hand on the left side of her face, and she nuzzled my nose, then kissed me on the lips again. I kissed Veronica Varlow! WOOHOO! AMAZING kisser. Seriously. Wow.
Anyway, at around this time, the people running the theatre were getting antsy to close up, so EA's people said that we had to hurry things up. Eventually, of course, it was almost my turn. The girl ahead of Brooke and myself was totally plastered, shit-faced, and I guess she'd interviewed Emilie prior to the show. She was going on and on about how she was writing a positive review about the show and what-not. Amusing.
So then, last but not least, Emilie got to myself and Brooke. Since we were last, she gave us a hug at the same time, saying something I now don't remember, but was probably about us being her last muffins there or something. After the huge three-way hug, I stood in front of her, looked in her eyes (she's quite short), and said, "I have waited SIX YEARS to meet you! SIX YEARS!" and she said something like, "oh my god! Really?!" then gave me another hug and said something I'm sure was sweet, and I said, heart pounding, "actually...you might remember me...but if you don't, that's okay, but...back in 2004, I was in a History of Rock class..."
And her eyes got fucking ginormous, all wide and shocked. She got REALLY, REALLY excited, genuinely excited, and she said, "THAT WAS YOU?!" and I said, my voice as excited as hers, "THAT WAS TOTALLY ME! I wanted to write about you, but I wrote it about Courtney Love, and you emailed me, like, an ESSAY about her." And she gave me the HUGEST HUG EVER, and a kiss on the cheek, and I said, "do you really remember that?" and she said, "OF COURSE I REMEMBER, BITCH! I'm not THAT crazy!" And I'm pretty sure she gave me yet another hug and kiss. I pulled out of my bag the Courtney paper and said, "I brought it in case I had to remind you, but..." and I stuck it back in my bag.
Then I took out some comments we'd exchanged on LJ, which I'd printed, and I said, "these are just some things we said back and forth, back before you got so busy. I just wanted you to have this because it meant SO MUCH to me that you took the time to talk to me, and I just...REALLY wanted to thank you for this." She told me that's the bad thing about being busy is not being able to stay in contact with people. I turned through some of the pages, showing her this HUGE FUCKING COMMENT she left about poems and writing, and EA said, "We have SUCH a history! We had an amazing connection!"
Yes, Emilie said we have a history and connection. :D
And then she said, "I'm so dumb! I can't believe I didn't recognize you! YOUR EYES! Oh my god, your pictures do NOT do you justice! You are SO BEAUTIFUL!"
Yes, I died. Someone looking like HER called me beautiful? AWESOME. Always amazing to hear compliments, and from her it meant a LOT.
I then pulled out my book of poems, and before I even said anything, she basically shrieked, "YOU DID IT!!!!" and gave me, yes, ANOTHER hug and kiss. And I said, "yeah, I only sold like 8 copies..." and she said something like, "that does NOT matter! YOU DID IT! You wrote your book! I am so proud of you!"
SHE SAID SHE IS PROUD OF ME...it was AMAZING, like I said, like a friend you haven't seen in a long, long time just re-connecting with you, and Brooke later said she almost cried seeing us rekindle this little connection.
Emilie said something again about my eyes, and she said, "this is for ME?" and I said, "yes, you have to have a copy! You dubbed me a Knight of the Pen [*here I pointed to the blurb on the front of the book*], and you were a HUGE inspiration for me getting off my butt and putting this together. There's even a poem about tea in it." She was SO GENUINE and REAL...you could tell she was sincerely happy to see me, and to have my book. It was fucking INDESCRIBABLE.
I then had her sign my set list and my book of poems, then I took out the poster of her from Orkus magazine, and had her sign that. I said, "could you also draw a plague rat on it? I want to get a tattoo for you," and she said, "are you sure you want to get a tattoo?" and I said something like, "oh, yes, I have loads, and you are so important and inspirational to me that I know I want one," and she drew a rat...but she said, "that's not good enough; if you're getting a tattoo, it has to be perfect," and she drew Basil, her rat, on the poster, and she said, "you heard that Basil was really sick?" and I said, "yeah, but what's wrong with him?" and she said, "I don't know, they just get the plague sometimes."
After she signed all my stuff, I said, "oh, and I almost forgot!" and I took out THIS, a stuffed donut (which Nick and I found in a teen clothing store in the mall. It was RANDOM, just a donut for no reason). I said, "it's not a muffin, but...oh, and it's VEGAN! My husband and I wanted to make sure you know that it's VEGAN!" and she cracked up and showed the donut to Maggots, and just...haha, lovely.
At this point, I got Brooke to take our picture. I told Emilie that we had to look sexy...she does...I look more...just, really, really giddy:
At some point around this time, Emilie mentioned how I could email pics from the show to get to her as quickly as possible, or thoughts or anything I wanted to.
Anyway, I gave her a huge hug, and then Brooke had her stuff signed, etc. She mentioned to Emilie that she had a gift basket for Emilie and the Crumpets, but it was in her truck. So Emilie said, "you guys can meet me out back," and I was like..."omg, sweet! I get to see the gift basket I've been hearing about!" and what-not. Brooke and I went to leave, but then I (I thought it was her idea, but it was totally mine, I now remember) said, "Emilie, can I have a peck on the lips?" and Emilie totally kissed me on the lips. I hugged her and told her I loved her, and she said, "I love you too! I'll see you outside!"
So Brooke and I went out back, the last muffins to leave the venue. We stood by Emilie's bus for like ten minutes, talking...I was still in shock that she remembered me, and I was still blushing over all the compliments. After a bit, Emilie came out and I FREAKED OUT...
"OH MY GOD! IT'S THE UNICORN HAT!" And Emilie came over to us, looking all adorable. Brooke gave her the gift basket of tea and candy (in pill bottles, no less!). I said, "where's the donut?" And Emilie said someone had it (stage hand or something). I said, "yeah, I forgot to tell you - you can also use it as a hemmorhoid cushion," and she freaked out. "WHAT IS WITH YOU GUYS? He [whoever it was] just said it looks like a hemmorhoid cushion!" We laughed, and I said, "well, you can also put it on your wrist and wear it, and she said, "I'm going to!" And she had my book in her hand, and I said, "I hope you read it," and she said she would and she was all smiley, as were Brooke and myself.
I said, "I'm sorry, I HAVE to have a pic of you in the unicorn hat," and I was thinking I'd just take a picture of Emilie by herself, but she totally grabbed me and held me SUPER TIGHT, and I handed my camera to Brooke and said, "I hope we look cute," and I'm sure Emilie said, "of course we do!"
My neck looked weird, so yes, I edited it a bit. But yaaaaaaaaay UNICORN HAT!!! (I totally ordered one, by the way.) I WAS that happy. Happier, in fact.
We talked for a bit about depression, and medication, and Brooke pointed out this little heart pendant on the basket. She'd had it since she was around 10, and it used to hang on her mirror. Emilie said, "mirrors are powerful," and Brooke said, "honey, I know; I'm pagan," and Emilie was all happy and cute and adorable.
I asked Emilie, "whatever happened to the...I'm having a brainfart...the ABC naughty book...thing," and she said, "that's finished; we're just waiting for the right time. It's a little thing, and when you have a big thing like The Asylum Book, it's hard to figure out when to put out something a little smaller. But it will come out!"
We talked about depression a bit more, and Emilie said how music's gotten her through so much. The three of us just exchanged random depression/medication stories, and Emilie reiterated how music and this album got her through some really dark times. Then she talked about how shitty the lighting during the show was. In fact, she said "it was embarrassing." Brooke and I told her that no one noticed, and I said, "I don't know anything about lighting, so I'm sure nobody noticed." And she was genuinely relieved-looking.
I asked if she was going to take pictures of the gifts she gets on the US tour, like she did with the European one, and she said she would try to. I said, "okay, that donut better be in there," and she said, "oh, it will be," and I said, "my book too!" Heehee.
At one point, I said something about how I didn't want to be selfish and hog so much of Emilie's time, and she said, "you're not selfish; I will always have time for you." And I died at her sweetness.
She had to go, but Brooke and I were telling her to please come back, and she said she would. Emilie told both of us that she was "so proud of you" and to "keep writing". It was sad, but beautiful, saying goodbye to her. I gave her a HUUUUUGE hug, and she held me so close and warmly, and I almost cried and said, "it was TOTALLY worth waiting six years for you, but PLEASE come back sooner than that," and she said she would, and we're still hugging, and I said, "thank you so much for everything, Emilie; I love you so much," and I said it like how you say you love your significant other, or sister, or mom...because I really do love HER. Her music, yes, but HER most of all. So yeah, I said, "I love you so much, thank you for your time and for remembering me. Please be safe out there, and come back soon. I LOVE you," and she said, "You be safe too. Thank you SO much for everything, muffin; I love you," and then she gave me a HUUUUUGE squeeze and a final kiss on the cheek, then after saying goodbye to Brooke, she got on the bus. Brooke and her woman let me wait in their truck, as they didn't want to leave me there, alone after midnight in the middle of the city. I was VERY thankful for that.
I am almost crying now...Emilie is SO, SO amazing. She makes me realize that I AM a writer, and beautiful, and intelligent. Other people make me realize those things too, but she's Emilie Autumn...she's an icon, and she remembered me. I honestly thought she wouldn't remember me. And every word she said, you KNOW she meant it. When she said she was proud of me, and that she loved me...it was REAL.
Here's the stuff I got:
Free Suffer tank (fans will get it), my poetry book signed, poster I've had for three years signed.
Tour shirt, signed set list.
Close-up of set list, signed by EA and all the Crumpets. Veronica hitting on me prior to our kiss.
My signed book.
EA's drawing of Basil for me to get a tattoo of.
It's not exact, but cute enough!
That's as good a place as any to end. The show, the words, the lady herself...Emilie Autumn is real and unique and intelligent and amazing and genuine. That she remembered me at all is more than I could ever have hoped/wished/dreamed of. Sharing that precious time of hers Thursday night will NEVER be forgotten. I will ALWAYS remember our parking lot conversation outside her tour bus, and the hugs and kisses (even the kiss on the lips wasn't like, "OMG! I KISSED EMILIE AUTUMN!" but rather...a way to exchange love with her).
The concert was amazing, but I have to say, spending time talking with Emilie was MUCH, MUCH better. It was so much more personal and meant so much to me.
I would gladly wait another six years or longer to experience anything even remotely as wonderful again. I hope I don't have to wait that long, but however long it takes, I WILL be there when she comes back. And she will always, always, ALWAYS be one of my favorite people and artists in this entire bloody world.
I will forever be her Knight of the Pen, and I will always have love for her.