I wake up this morning and am super pissed that I don’t have a Master Card in my wallet. Actually, I am also a little irritated with my wallet staying out all weekend at a friend’s house. I left my wallet there on Thursday and have been confined to the house and sustaining on left over Halloween candy since I have no MONEY to buy any food.
It is ok but I am going to be pissed if I can’t fit into my outfit for tonight. Oh that is right? A pair of tickets to the Grammys, preshow and after party were mine………..only if I had a MasterCard. MasterCard has a program called “Priceless” where they surprise people in different cities with “Priceless” experiences like going to the Grammys! Well, I followed this account on Twitter and got the DM about the tickets but when asked my credit card number I did not have a valid account! I told them I would sign up. They said no and I cried (not really but almost felt moisture coming out of my peepers). Oh well, we always have next year’s Grammys and MasterCard?? You better make sure Metallica plays next year too or we are going to have a serious score to settle.
Since I have been a little girl I have LOVED watching all music awards shows. It is too bad they are not what they used to be with a huge element missing. What is that? GOOD ROCK N’ ROLL! Bring it back! PLEASE!
Most of you know that I got my first internship/job in the music business and literally bleed rock and roll! But, a fun little story about an awards show is when I worked at MTV during my last semester of college at the University of Arizona (I also bleed red and blue for my Cats). I worked at MTV Networks during the time of the Jackass boys and the coolest part of my job was on the 5th day we were asked to work the MTV Video Music Awards. UMMMM YES! Now, what does a little blonde wear to work her first music awards show? A crop black shirt, skirt, and 5-inch heels! Right? Well, that was all good strutting my 21 year old ass’s stuff until the next day when I could not actually stand on my feet.
Picture it! I am waiting for my turn to assist the Press department and our job was to walk the celebrities down the red carpet. If you are old enough to remember, Gavin Rossdale was in a huge band back then called Bush. When it was his turn to walk down that red carpet, my boss screamed at me to get it and walk with him. Upon my stupid hesitation, shock and a little bit of “awwe” I missed my chance and had to wait my turn for the next celeb to arrive in their limo. As I waited patiently with sweat dripping down my forehead (its LA people and it never rains), and hoped for someone a little more musical than Johnny Knoxville, I heard my name called again. This time – batter up. Guess who jumped out of that long stretch limo? DAVE MATTHEWS and the band! “Hi Dave” and he asks my name. I told him I was “Melany” and it was finally my turn to walk the red carpet……and the rest is history
(including the fact that he was the only band to play the event and get asked to leave early after trashing the dressing room but who cares? He is Dave Matthews).
Melanysguydlines # 61 When Hollywood says jump, you say “how high?” with a big fat smile on your face. Sink or swim. Swim. What are you going to do?
**Stay snarky my friends!**