So, In about 81 or so I was working at The Fox theater in Atlanta with a few of my buddies from Ga Tech. We were runners, door openers, pass checkers, elevator operators, etc. Menial work, but you got to work backstage and meet the performers and stuff.
At one point in the night I found myself standing next to Jagger backstage and he engaged me in conversation. I thought I had a great question to ask him so I puffed up my chest and proceeded to ask about his working with Werner Herzog. I had read that Jagger was to be in Fitzcarraldo and figured he would have a good story for me. His face turned hard and he muttered that he had to cancel out of the movie and then he walked away. I blew it.
My buddy Brain K was doing runner duties and was standing in the wings at the close of the show. As the Stones took their bows, the entourage began to move quickly towards the loading dock doors. Brian got swept up in the mass of people and ended up being shoved into a limo with Charlie Watts and a few others. So here's ugly ass 18 yr old Brian K with his zit face and huge Jew-fro sitting in the limo as they get a police escort from the dock door to Hartsfield airport, running every light. Right onto the tarmac and right up to their plane.
When he finally got back to the venue about an hour later we all gave him shit that he had blown the band. He didn't care, he had a bottle from the car and a hell of a story.