HOW IT BEGAN
It was Thursday evening (11/16/17), we bundled up and headed out into the cold Cleveland night to hopefully get more than just a glimpse of Jeff Daniels.
It was about a 30 minuet drive, give or take a few minor re-routing situations.
(If you are unaware, we attended the Ben Daniels Band show a few years back. We also attempted a stalk. Click HERE for that story.)
We made it to Music Box Supper Club a smidge after 6, that would give us 2 hours before the 8pm show to hopefully snag Jeff.
$6 to park, very reasonable and it was literally like 40 feet from the building.. you couldn’t beat it.
There was a small white van parked next to a slightly larger blank van, we feared the band was already inside. We decided to wait it out, one can never be too sure.
It never rained but it was brisk and the cold was seeping into our souls, luckily for us we had the beautiful skyline to keep us company.
During this time some activity was going on outside the black bus, people kept getting on and off.
It was dark and since we were unfamiliar with the Ben Daniels band and its members we were nervous about approaching anyone without knowing their name.
A quick Google search did us no good, at one point a female got off the bus and walked by us. Pretty sure she was part of the band but we panicked and let her go by.
Shortly after that another gentleman came out of the building, he went to the white van and came back.
So I puffed out my chest and asked if he was a member of the band. He said yes, so I followed that up if we could get a picture with him.
He was very awkward, was wondering why we would want a picture, I informed him he could say no but he said yes and then asked if we were going to the show… in all that talking he slowly backed up to the door and disappeared.
Turns out he was with the other band, Davina and The Vagabonds, who also had a gig that night.
We noticed two other guys come out and grab something from the white van, we think they might have been Zack Lozier – trumpet & vocals and Steve Rogness – trombone & vocals but that’s just a guess.
More movement from the black van, which we now assessed as the Ben Daniels band van, we just didn’t know where Jeff was.
Was he in the van, was he inside already… maybe he was going to roll up 30 seconds before showtime in a fancy car with tinted windows and rush inside.
We didn’t know and it was getting closer to 8.
AND WE WAIT SOME MORE
At about 7:35pm, Shari heard the bus door open up. She peered around the corner and spoke frantically “Lauren, I think that’s Jeff!”, I then poked my head over in the buses direction.
I stepped off the cement and into the parking lot, never passing the white pole or approaching them in anyway.
All I could see was the back of someones head locking the bus door while a younger kid held open the secret side venue entrance.
I was 99.9% sure it was Jeff but without seeing his face, I didn’t want to call out his name.
I think part of me felt good about this situation, I felt that he would turn around, gesture for us to come over or at least indulge us with some witty conversation.
To find out what happens NEXT please continue to read.
Jenna who was with us, yelled “Jeff” and ran but he never turned. When he started to move towards the door I could see the side of his face and knew it was him.
I said “Hey Jeff, can we get a picture real quick?” He never looked over, he never waived, he never said hi, he didn’t even flinch as he walked in.
The younger guy, who I assume was his son Ben held the door for him.
He looked over, locking his dead, cold eyes with mine and once Jeff was in the building he followed right behind, closing the door forever.
We waited a couple more minutes, I sent them a Tweet and decided to see if maybe they felt bad for ignoring us and would come back out.
With frozen toes and a broken heart we got in our car and left, as we were pulling out Shari saw what looked like Ben come out and head back to the van. That sly son of a bitch.
YOU’VE MADE AN ENEMY OUT OF ME
Well Jeff, you did it again. You ignored your fans, not once but twice.
We gave you the benefit of the doubt and thought we’d catch you before the show, less people, less attention…easy peezy. But you clearly wanted no part of it.
What’s worse was that you were in that bus the whole 2 hours we waited outside for you and then you could not even give us the satisfactory of a wave.
We never approached the van, we gave you your space and even when you came out we didn’t come rushing. Just 3 cute gals all bundled up looking to snag a selfie.
You don’t owe us anything but as an artist, actor, and musician it kind of comes with the territory.
This is something we won’t forget and don’t worry, the next time you’re in Cleveland traveling as your sons sidekick, we won’t bother you.
Huge shutout to Music Box Supper Club! Everyone is always polite, parking is super affordable and the atmosphere (even on the outside) is magical. Check out their upcoming concerts here!
Thank you everyone for sticking around, sorry it was an uneventful night. Please stay tuned for more stalking stories as well as some more personal blogs from myself.
STALK YA LATER!