Jon Bon Jovi had given up everything for a chance to see stardom, including his highschool sweetheart Amelia Sambora.
Now as Jon approaches the most important and most dangerous moments in his professional life, Amelia has a way of making it back in...
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November 3rd, 1986 / Lisbon, Portugal
It had been almost a month on the road and already the band were burned.
The excitement for shows had dwindled. Jon had already sustained damage to his vocal cords due to overexertion and improper technique. Everybody was silently beginning to loathe living out of suitcases, and the constant vacating and travelling was enough to drive anybody crazy.
Touring had never been advertised to Amelia as a glamorous life, however it had alarmed her how quickly the negative aspects of it were beginning to show. The band had over a year left of this tour alone, their breaks were few and far between, she wondered if they could even survive it.
And as for Jon, she still thought about him more than she cared to admit. She tried her hardest to stay away and yet somehow he was never far behind. She continued to push him away, spending most of her time in her room alone or out walking with Spankie. Richie was worried about this new bout of solitude, he repeatedly checked up on her and brought her snacks from the town.
Amelia had scheduled an interview for Jon. Her and Spankie having nothing better to do decided to lay on the bed and watch it on the hotel television.
"Shall we play Bon Jovi interview bingo?" Spankie asked, taking a bite of her chocolate bar.
"What's that?" Amelia frowned.
"We make a bingo sheet of everything that he talks about or gets asked about. He tends to repeat himself a lot in those interviews, they always ask him the same stuff."
"Well what kind of stuff?"
"Oh, you know. One point if someone asks him about his hair and he gets pissed off. One point if he tells the story of how he wrote Livin' on a Prayer in your basement. Or if he mentions why the old album cover was scrapped or someone asks him about his ever secretive love life."
"I see," Amelia snickered. "I'm starting to understand why he hates interviews so much."
"Oh yeah, he despises them. I don't think the band mind so much because they're not doing them constantly, and when they do they usually ask questions about the music 'cause to the general public the lives of the band are not as interesting as the life of the frontman. Jon gets the short end of the stick in that sense, he gets asked about his hair in every interview, he goes mad over it."
In a sense Amelia could understand it. To put so much heart and soul into writing an album and then even more sweat and tears into a show every night only to be asked about your hair instead of your music was the most egregious form of insult. She didn't blame him one bit.
"He does have lovely locks," Amelia joked. "Do you usually get full bingo then?"
"All the time," Spankie said, mouth full of food. "Heck, write 'em down! Let's play for real."
