On the Road

Location du jour: Cricket Pavilion - Phoenix, AZ

Cristo enters the production office in a loincloth of a towel, still dripping wet from a shower. He’s brushing his teeth with inevitably some organic toothpaste and its minty green foam encircles his mouth. In his other hand, he totes a purple espresso cup. The office is humming with touring crew & the daily outsiders that run the building we’ve just taken over. To a civilian, this is a sight to be seen. To those of us residing within the circle of trust, it’s just another day at the office.

Cristo is my multi-platinum singer/song writer who’s an absolute sweetheart yet has the mentality of a 12 year old and will amuse himself by pushing people’s buttons. I refuse to flinch when his mind games emerge, as it’s my way of challenging him to take it up a notch. He’s yet again, au natural, under a flimsy towel and he makes a frequent habit of displaying his “A list” assets to those who orbit around him. To the outside world, he’s a well-mannered British pop star but put him with his road crew & family and he’ll do what ever it takes to get a reaction and to make you laugh.

He stands in the middle of the madness, waiting for someone to say anything about his state of undress. A few minutes pass and everyone continues about their business, his attempt to shock us has failed. Cristo knows we all secretly watch him so he proceeds to dip his toothbrush into the espresso cup and inserts the green brown foam into his mouth then pirouettes his way out of the office……

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