<strong> John Fredricks  (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)....sitting on the Bus seemingly seeing the madness occurring outside as the players were taking their sweet time......radio going on about the lunatics in the stands.  </strong><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">His sharpie shirt was matted against his skin with sweat but he didn't care. As soon as he got onto the bus, he gave John a high five. "How you been mate?" he said forgetting about the accent. Oh well it was his shtick. After he passed John he moved to a fridge grabbing a monster and dropping to a couch.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Well Vance was following along anyways ....as John tilted his head wondering where the accent was coming from . What a card the man had always been anyways ...returning the high five .<strong> " Hey dude ...surprised your clothes aren't ripped off you ...they going on about the fans storming the stage over the radio . " </strong>watching as Vance moved to get him something out of the frig ...the whole business made the driver a little nervous as he checked out the windows .<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Knocking on the doors she stepped in as they opened. "Hey JD." Offering a smile she took a seat in the booth. Sighing she laid her head back resting it.  <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Opening the door for Ava ....<strong>" Get your ass inside before you get left behind ..." </strong>giving her a playful swat to the ass before jumping outside . Talking into the walkie talkie now since they were going on about some fire ...<strong>" Push them mothers out here damn it ...I don't give a shit who is interviewing who ..grab hold of Davis and move it . " </strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jazz shook her head and moved out the door. She smiled at John giving him the thumbs up letting him  know she would not be riding with the band tonight… she had other plans.. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong> " Jazzy get your ass on the bus ...we got a situation brewing ....fans storming the stage , on fire for god sakes , cops all over the place . "  </strong>as he motioned with his thumb ...<strong>." What else you got to do anyways . " </strong><br/><br/>Few others got on the bus and John could hear something about a rumor being spread of Vance doing Lady GaGa ...hopefully that was before the meat dress . As he shivered thinking about it all , yea the woman was hot and that but whacked the hell out in the head that was for sure. Mean who dresses in raw meat ...looking back over to Vance , naaa ain't no way he tapped that stuck up bitch .<br/><br/>John was moving into position and turned the key to start up the bus as it seemed they had a group of fans about to emerge that were pushing past the security guards .  Picking up the walkie Talkie ...<strong>"  Come on NOW ....Round the rest up before they get mobbed on the way out .  " </strong>cursing under his breath .... as a guard come up asking if they were loaded . Damn Stadium was on fire ...this was some serious shit and he was being told to move the bus .<strong>" We bout loaded ...just a few more . Ya Ya budy .....trust me underpaid and crapped on too . I not leaving anyone behind ..." </strong>as he slammed the window thingy closed and began to drum his fingers on the steering wheel .