2003-12-15
10:01 p.m.

Clay Aiken for Lecherous Broads...

He Loves Us! (like we didn't already know that).

We came � he came � we loved � he loved � we screamed � he honked � and then � he slept on top of us.

What, that's a little too vague? Okay, okay � details!! Sheesh!

Normally BEVR's are stuffed full of juicy details regarding Clay's performances � but this one is different. You'll get all that good stuff in the Atlanta BEVRs to follow. This will forever be known as the "Clay Aiken for Lecherous Broads" event that happened in Atlanta. We all decided it was time to leave the Tabernacle when JC burst through the fake chalkboard and proceeded to hump his dancer's face. We went outside and bid farewell to RSTTB Joe in his "Letterman Clay" jacket, turtleneck, leather pants and boots. Yowza!

It was raining � and cold � and raining � and VERY COLD. Did we mention that it was raining? Clay was now immersed in the "meet and greet" that Paula and Diana from St Louis attended � (BEVR will be coming soon � if not already � wink, wink)

Tony suggested we walk over to the stage door and wait to see if we might catch a glimpse of Downy Ball up close and in the flesh. We knew exactly where to go, because we could see the door from the window of our hotel earlier that day. So a group of us went around to the back of the building knowing that it was a long shot that we would EVER see him.

We stood along the security barrier in a soggy line, each of us wearing our purple LBFCA scarves made by Erin. We looked like a crowd of drowning old beggar women. But did we care? No. Because Clay's performance was keeping us warm. The rain started to come down harder and harder (and ooooh harder, baby, harder!). We waited. And waited. And waited. To entertain us, Melissa and Danielle broke into "Still the One," complete with show choir choreography.

Robin and Erin had gone back to the hotel, unaware of our plan. Luckily, Danielle called them and told them to get their gorgeous selves down there, or the rest of us may not have gotten out of Atlanta alive. The door opened. We turned in expectation. Is it him? Is it him? No. It was JC Chasez, nattily attired in leather and a burberry scarf, coming down the ramp and right by us on the other side of the barricade. What did we do? Did we ask for autographs? Did we take pictures? Did we applaud?

No. We said, "Hey, JC," in the most blas� tone of voice you can imagine. In exactly the same way you would say "Hey, Bob," to some guy at work the 10th time you passed him on the way to the copy room that day. Just "Hey, JC."

We didn't mean to be mean. We were just too preoccupied with thoughts of a very different singer to really take notice. Then Lila seemed to recognize that we should say something more, so she gave a half-hearted "good show," and JC looked back with an expression that indicated he knew bloody well we had been standing out there waiting for Clay during his entire set.

He said, "Thanks. Behave yourselves."

Then he gets down to where Danielle is standing, and she asks, "Can I have your scarf?" Tony asked, "When is NSync getting back together?"

He didn't respond (though there may have been an eye roll) and just went to his bus.

Editorial note: Although perhaps JC has the right to expect a more enthusiastic reaction, we must remind the reader that we are not the Lecherous Broads for JC Chasez. The LBFJCC was absent that night.

But now our hopes rose again. We'd seen JC leave from that door. Surely Clay would too. So we waited some more.

Finally, one of the stage hands came out and said to Carlos, our friendly security guard, "Five minutes." Five minutes! Waldo Clay would be in front of us in FIVE MINUTES! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!

Yeah, well, five minutes turned into about 20 and the rain was starting to get the best of us. After hearing rumors from Carlos that there was an alternate exit for celebs, hope was draining. Robin said, "I think he's already left, I think they took him out of another exit." Thank goodness we all ignored her. A few minutes later, Danielle chimed up, "Okay, I've had enough. I'm ready to go."

And that's when Lila's voice came to us like an angel from heaven.

We looked up and saw the stage door open and Lila said, calmly, "Clay's coming out. There he is." We turn around and look up at that tall frame, speechless and strangely quiet (for Broads) as Clay, Vanessa and two bodyguards walk out into the rain. Clayton Aiken came walking down the ramp, smiling his spectacular smile and radiating positive energy and genuine kindness. We couldn't believe he was sick. We had already agreed that we would NOT ask him for autographs, since it was cold and pouring and we didn't have any Vicks' Vapo Rub on hand for Erin to rub onto his chest. It would not be wise to give that job to Melissa, since she would concentrate solely on the clipples, and that's not going to help Clay get well, now, is it?

Wendy was first in line for the assault of Aiken. She was immediately transfixed and rendered speechless by those green eyes. He looked at her and smiled. She now claims that Clay was fixing to leap over the fence and take her in his arms, despite the presence of Mr. Wendy, but you know how delusional Wendy can get. But suddenly Wendy didn't look as cold as she had been.

He walked along just a few feet of us. Everyone said something to him. "What a great show." "Get some rest." "We love you." "Hope you feel better." "Thank you." He said "Thank you" in return.

And then Robin, who was lookin' pretty hot in her purple jingle bell thong and pukka shell belt, and Erin, who always finds a way to make herself famous, said at the same time �

He loves us! Clay loves us!

Now, many of us had seen Clay before, and some had even been closer to him. But this was different. He heard us speak. Words that came out of our mouth went into his ears (oh, those ears!). And he responded to them. Sometimes it is difficult to remember that he is real. Saturday night was the most real thing ever.

We stand there for a second just smiling as he got into his limo. We had been polite, well-behaved, and calm when Clay was in front of us, but when he was out of sight, we immediately grabbed each other and jumped up and down and squealed and shrieked! It was like a dam burst, in more ways than one, actually.

Then someone yelled, "C'mon!" and suddenly we were running across the wet parking lot toward the street, our purple scarves blowing in the wind (what a sight we must have been.) We ran down behind the big semi truck to the corner and were blowing him kisses and waving at the limo. We can't see him for the dark tinted windows but wave our hearts out nevertheless. The limo pulls out and turns into the street. Like a marching band we turn as one and wave to the Clay-bearing car as it pulls away.

And then we hear it:

Honk! Honk! Honk!

Three honks for us! Us! Now you know that no limousine driver would ever independently honk at some star's fans. No way. Nope. Mr. Clay Aiken himself had to have said something to the effect of, "Driver, please give those Broads a blow!"

Clay told the driver to acknowledge us! We walked back to the hotel not even noticing the rain and saying "How good was that?" over and over. He loves us! That man loves us. He didn't have to do that, but he did.

He said he loved us back because he truly loves the lecherous broads.

He gave us three honks because he appreciated the way we behaved.

We all fell into each other's arms once more. It was the closest encounter any of us had experienced to date, and it happened while we were all together. The love in the air was palpable.

We went back to our hotel, where we heard that a certain someone was sleeping on the top floor. Right on top of us.

We were wet.

We were exhausted.

We were sore.

And we were very, very satisfied.

It was all Clay Aiken's fault.

Written by: Wendy in FL, Danielle, Katynka, Robin, Erin, Amber, Melissa, and Lila ...
Other BackDoor Broads/Brudes ... Gini, Amy Evans,Tony, Mr. Wendy in FL

Caps by: Mr. Wendy in FL and Tony
Posted by: Wendy in FL and Katynka