Byline: Chelle LaFleur — ShapeShifter fans

Now, you may not have heard this here first, but you’re hearing the truth here first. That counts for a lot in Chelle’s book.

I just got off the phone with my favorite rocker, Mitchell Voss, and this is what he had to say:

For some reason, we couldn’t take the bus from the hotel to the arena, so the promoter sent a limo for us. It should have been a twenty-minute drive. An hour later, our tour manager gets out of the limo and walks up the side of the road to see what’s going on.

Turns out, a car broke down. They can’t even move it off to the shoulder, it’s the middle of rush hour. Traffic’s a disaster. Our tour manager comes back to the limo and says the car’s driven by three girls on their way to … you guessed it. Our show.

Trevor, Daniel, and Eric aren’t stupid. They’re also lonely. Or, they were.

That’s right, girls and boys. Those ShapeShifter boys smelled opportunity and they didn’t let anything stop them. Those girls with that broken-down car got the star treatment on their way to the show. They got to watch the show from the special VIP section with Mitchel’s wife, the most amazing Kerri Voss, and they got to be the after-show party, as well.

Chelle here knows how many of us dream of this happenin’ to us, even you guys out there. Like any good music reporter, I tried to find those girls and get their take on the night, but that handsome Voss man wasn’t coughing up any names.

So girls, if you’re out there and reading this, drop me a line, will ya? You just went and lived yourselves a dream and the rest of us, we want to know all about it.

You heard it first, and you heard it here. ShapeShifter loves their fans.