"You're the only person I know..."

So, back to the story:

I had learnt that that Jenny was pregnant.
During the next 10 months, I went on a club tour, and a few one-offs here and abroad with the metal band, I worked in their dvd release project, premiere concert of that dvd, and a second big tour with the female star, all without Jenny.

As I told before, that metal band's shows were always so much fun to work on. We had booked a 7-show club tour, which depended on ticket sales and in the end, the revenue almost only covered the expenses and crew fees. I booked hotels, flights, nightliners, turned that itinerary template of mine, which I was very proud of, into a tourbook with some extra stuff. Informed the crew and all parties involved, followed-up promotion work, made suggestions if needed. We met at Jenny's home now and then, I showed her what I'd been doing about the tour, she would give feedback and make suggestions. We also prepared excel sheets for the tour budget together, so that I could do the accounting during the tour. I worked with a production manager this time, who was a great help.

After two weeks of advancing work, we were ready to set off for the first gig.
Their tourbus was always so much fun. Some members of the band enjoyed playing PS games, holding tournaments among the whole crew, listening to classical heavy metal songs together, having great conversations about the songs, old times, memories, watching YouTube videos together, etc. on the upper deck, and others would have great appetizers and drinks downstairs, again along with great conversation.
They were extremely talented musicians. It was always great pleasure to watch their soundcheck. They would sometimes improvize great stuff on stage during soundcheck. We, as the crewmembers, used to enjoy witnessing it.

Following one of those great soundchecks in the first city of the tour, the show was also amazing. Except, in the end of the show, while the band was greeting the audience after the encore, the vocalist fell down the stage and some stage gear slit his leg. I was shocked, when I saw the band coming down from the stage, one of them in bloods but still smiling, He was so drunk that he wasn't feeling the pain yet, which was a good thing, 'cos it would be terrible if he had panicked.

It was the end of a long day, I had a minibus ready at the back entrance of that small club, I had an injured, drunk and calm artist, four other terrified band members, technical crew rushing backstage, worried, a few girl friends who were there to party aftershow and they were just trying to see the wound now, club owner and promoter all in the tiny dressing room, and tens of fans waiting in front of backstage for autographs.

I just took a deep breath, and started orginizing things:

I kindly told everyone who didn't have anything to do there to go out.
I asked the promoter to take the injured artist to the nearest private hospital, I told the production manager to go with them and made sure he had money with him. I also asked the first roadie to take care of load-out.
I sent the band and the crew to the hotel through the back entrance. I told the driver to come back for me and the roadies after dropping them to the hotel.
Then I talked to the fans waiting outside, told them the band was gone, and I went to the hotel, waited in the lobby to hear from the production manager.

While I was waiting, the sound engineer, who is now one of my closest friends, came sat next to me, told me how cool it was that I stayed calm and took care of everything backstage, and then said
"You're the only person I know in this industry, who has come that far in such a short time. You've had an amazing leap in your career, and we all see it. You're amazing"

One hour later, the vocalist and the production manager came to the hotel. The singer was now sober and in pain, had 17 stiches, but he was fine. He also got the artist treatment at hospital, as the intern who did stiches turned out to be a huge fan, upset that he missed the show because of his shift.

We had to postpone rest of the tour for 2 weeks. So my tourbook was now useless with all the info it had in it. We printed an updated tourbook for everyone, put a bandaid on it, and rest of the tour went just fine.

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