I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 35

(I have no idea if this is translated correctly. If it isn't *shrug* I'm too lazy to correct it.)

"Hallo, ik ben een fan," she says, me understanding her. (translations will be in brackets) [Hello, I'm a fan.]

"Bedankt. Wat vind je van de show," I ask, making her laugh. [Thank you. What do you think of the show?]

"Ik vind het geweldig," she says, bidding a goodbye and walking back to her spot. [I love it.]

"Hey er mooi," a man says, having a 50 in his hand. [Hey there beautiful.]

"Tips gaan in de schoen," I say, raising my empty shoe. [Tips go in this shoe.]

"Hey guys, kom hier," he yells over his shoulder, making a dozen men walk over to us. [Hey guys, come here!]

"Hier, omdat je zo mooi bent," the man says, taking the other men's money and crouching. [Here, for being so pretty.]

He slips the bills in the slot, standing back up and more men surrounding me. They put money in my shoe, making me take the shoe off and hold it in my hands. There was some American men and women here who put money in my other shoe, but not many. This goes on until the show's over, the shoe packed full of money.

"Ga veilig thuis, mooi," the first man says, waving to me as I walk back to the guys. [Get home safe, beautiful.] I get backstage just in time, Sid running to me and jumping up, hugging me.

"How was it out there with the Dutch," Shawn asks, me smiling.

"I got tipped so much my shoe's full," I say, Joey, who's sitting on Shawn's shoulders, looks at me with wide eyes.

"How many people tipped you," he asks, me shrugging.

"There was one man, then a dozen, then enough for a three layer circle to form. So, a lot," I say, Shawn's dad side coming out.

"You didn't dance for them, did you," he asks, slimming his eyes at me.

"No. But I had to take off my shoe and hold it so they didn't have to crouch down to put the money in," I say, both Joey and Clown shaking their heads. 

"And I got money from American fans too," I add, stepping on the bus and taking off my shoes. 

I walk to the lounge room and set my shoes on the table, all of the guys sitting and watching me take out handfuls of money. I separate the money by dollars on one side and guilders on the other side. I set my shoes by my other ones and I see Sid slowly sliding a 5 into the dollar pile. 

He quickly brings his hand back to him and I slide it back, him sliding it back to me. I pick it up, fold it in half and tuck it between his belt and pants since he was on the outside. That made everyone laugh, including Sid.

"Glad they didn't tip you like that," Sid says, making me laugh as I count the dollars. It totaled to $50, which was a good amount speaking that I didn't do anything to earn it.

"How much," Clown asks.

"$50. It's a fair amount saying that I did nothing to earn it," I say, stacking the bills from greatest to least. The highest was a 20, and I even got a $2 bill. I count the guilders and it totals to 200 ƒ.

"And, how much in... are they guilders," Joey asks, me nodding.

"They are guilders, and there's 200 ƒ in my hand," I say, all of them looking at each other, then me.

"200 what," Sid asks.

"200 of what they have in currency. It's spelled as a fancy f," I say, all of them getting it and Corey perking up.

"Did you do the thing," he asks, me shaking my head.

"When we get to Paris I'll do it," I say, Corey making a pouty face.

"Do you think he found out," he asks.

"Probably not. I put the silicone front back on it so he wouldn't see or feel the tubes and wires," I say, all of the others getting confused.

"Okay, both of you explain what you're talking about," Shawn says, both of us looking at each other then at him.

"Just promise you won't tell Chris," I say, all of them saying they won't.

"But can we tell the other guys," Joey asks.

"Yeah, but make them swear that they won't tell Chris," Corey says, me now sitting next to him and Sid.

-night-

"So that's why," I say, all of them but Corey looking horrified but eager to see it happen. Corey however is grinning like he did something and blamed it on his younger sibling.

"Who came up with this," Sid asks, me pointing to Corey.

"He wrote me a note after you guys went home and left the mask at my house so I could work on it," I say.

"And why," Shawn asks, using his hands to emphasize what he's saying.

"Because he jerks off his nose on stage. Why not make it a little more... realistic," Corey says, Joey looking at us with a disgusted expression.

"What the fuck is wrong with both of you," he exclaims, making both of us laugh.

"Just think," I start, putting my hands up.

"His nose doing that and better yet, he doesn't know it'll do that," I say, all of them but Corey shaking their heads.