A Clear Channel - Day 219

Before I was a stand-in on award shows, I was a talent escort. Once. A talent escort is a volunteer position and duties include being assigned to an artist and making sure he, she or they are in the right place at the right time. You greet them when they arrive at the venue, give them their credentials and take them on a walk through to show them their dressing rooms, where their assigned seat is in the audience, the backstage area, press room etc. Basically you're a baby sitter. At The Soul Train Awards in the late '90's, once the show got started talent, escorts and all sorts of people were scrambling all over the place to make the magic happen. At one point Quincy Jones had won a award, went up on stage to accept it and was supposed to immediately go to the press room for photos and interviews. Someone noticed he didn't have his escort with him and he was briskly walking in the wrong direction. I was told to grab him and lead him the right way, so I briskly hurried after him. "Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones, I have to take to to press." He stopped, turned around and said (nicely), "Can I pee pee first?" I looked up and we were right in front of the mens room at The Shrine Auditorium. So there I stood waiting for Quincy Jones to pee pee. When he came out of the restroom, I didn't have the nerve to ask him if he had washed his hands, but I did check his fly.