See, Mr. Smith --- it IS the answer to our troubles!
Yes, Mr. Smith -- I FOUND a NEW MUSE!!! I didn't want to get depressed either, ya know the whole "I can't follow Moz around, what am I going to do with my life/time/disposable income" dilemma. So, good man -- hell, GOD -- that Wayne Newton IS, I decided to follow HIM! It's INCREDIBLE, Mr Smith! I already did a 'stage invasion' even though technically he wasnt on a stage, just at the Vegas airport.
I kept yelling, "say my name, say my name!" but he was so distracted by the 'imperfect list' (I use it too) that he couldn't remember it, I think. In memory of Moz and the tour I wore my trackpants and even my Oscar Wilde shirt from Dublin, but ole Wayne he didn't know who it WAS, Mr. Smith!!!
After he came to (we took a nasty spill off the jetway ramp, see) he even -- are you READY for THIS, Mr. Smith? -- agreed to drop the restraining order if I promised to take him with me to the Air Supply concert -- I have a BACKSTAGE PASS, Mr. Smith! Imagine, me and Wayne! Air Supply! THINK of it, Mr. Smith! THINK OF IT!!!
