The One Where The Tour Ended
Well friends, it's officially over. After six crazy weeks of traveling across the country, sleeping in a dark, tiny coffin, making dozens of new friends, hearing story after story, and consuming endless amounts eating semi-edible catering, the Restart Tour has finally come to and end.
The final two shows of the tour promised to be the biggest as Newsboys and co. rolled into the big cities of St. Cloud and Springfield to end the 10-day run of chaos with a bang, and that we did, welcoming nearly 4,000 people at the end alone!
With the tour ending in Springfield on Sunday night, everyone knew what they were in for right from the beginning. That's right folks... it was prank night.
Throughout the tour, us on the Rapture Ruckus bus has been brainstorming a plethora of ideas on how we could prank other bands on the tour, but with the last string of shows basically wiping any trace of brain power we had left, never got around to making any of them work. That was until, Moriah Peters and the guys from for KING & COUNTRY decided to strike first during Ruckus' set, as you can see in this piece of evidence, err, footage I captured below.
(Doughnut box robots. Who thinks of this stuff?!)
The ante up-ed, Team Ruckus knew payback was necessary, and Brad, Josh, Geoff, Grace Campbell and myself moved quickly to make it happen. As the fk&c guys wrapped up their set with their epic tune “Proof Of Your Love,” we all ran on stage with instruments and did our best garage band rendition as the band went on playing right beside us. It was pretty much a massive win. Although, Newsboys drum tech Jack stole the show by playing a keyboard with a cello bow. It basically made my life. (And yes. There IS footage. Be sure to follow the NRTwitter account to see it once it's released!)
(Don't mess with Texas. Err, Ruckus.)
As the night went on, we thought we'd seen the last of the pranks (due in part to Newsboys' road manager's loving “you prank my band and I'll kill you” policy), but we were all super surprised when Joel Smallbone jumped on stage with the guys to complete TobyMac's rap part on their rendition of “Jesus Freak.” (No really. I would have been recording had I know this was happening. Thanks for the heads up, Joel. Appreciate it.)
(You haven't lived until you've heard a high class Australian melodic rocker try to perform a gangster rap. Hashtag suspender swag.)
Now that final show was out of the way, we all climbed aboard the bus for... you guessed it... one last epic bus party! Only this time, we threw the resident eight-year-old party planner on the bus her OWN special party (who says you can't celebrate birthdays a month early?)
With the dark tour bus completely illuminated by about 100 glowsticks strewn throughout, everyone about our tiny abode, as well as Newsboys' and for KING & COUNTRY's busses all piled on-board and threw the most hardcore end-of-tour dance party in the history of end-of-tour dance parties. And we had Krispy Kremes. Heck yes.
After an hour of getting down with our bad selves (<-- said like a white girl), we all finally caught our breath and started the hard task of handing out sweet hugs and teary “Till next time”'s. With Newsboys bus offering ours one final blast of the horn to see us off (and it legit scared the poop out of us, guys) all three buses finally splintered off and headed back for home in Nashville...
(Okay, so we got like 30 minutes into the trip before the band realized they left their $200 dollar GoPro at the venue and we had to go back and get it, but I'm happy we did, because had we not realized it and all gone to bed, we never would have heard Brad's special song dedication to everyone on the bus. It was his special way of telling us goodbye. I think we'll all need therapy. Worth it.)
As the bus rolled into Nashville on Monday morning, we said more teary goodbye's, all of us aboard the Ruckus bus (literally) jumping back into normal life... whatever THAT is...
So here I am. Sitting in the huge Phoenix airport after a long flight from Nashville, sipping a warm mocha and waiting to catch my connecting flight back home to California. The memories of these last six weeks are plenteous and big. I'll probably need to catch up on weeks worth of sleep before I can even remotely begin to process the sorting through all the crazy stuff that happened.
What I can tell you now, is that in these last six weeks, my patience was tested, my selfishness was challenged, and my faith was strengthened. There's something about living in a confined space with 100 strangers for about two months that can really make you question yourself, all for the right reasons. Throw in the fact that they're all rockstars and it gets straight up weird. Weird, yet wonderful.
Never in 100 years did I ever imagine myself on on the road with some of my all-time favorite musicians. Yet it happened. And not only did it happen, I now have the imminence pleasure of being able to call them friends and stay in touch with them. God blows my mind. Crazy what He'll do for you when you dream big...
Anywho, I'm beat. I'm ready for a hot shower and a nice long snooze in my own bed. (Fine, so In-N-Out is on the menu for tonight too.)
Well tour bloggers... time makes you bolder. Children get older. I'm getting older too. It's time that I bittersweetly send you off as well!
Thanks to all of you who have been following my adventures these last few weeks, especially those of you I got to meet face-to-face at the booth each night! Y'all made the whole thing worth it. I pray that aside from a few laughs and maybe learning a few Newsboys factioids, that you were encouraged along the way. I certainly know you've encouraged me. :)
To see some fun stuff I've gathred along the way, check out hashtag #TourLife over on my personal Twitter and Instagram—lots of pics and videos made it on there that never made it on the blog! (I won't say if that's a good or a bad thing.)
Till next time! Sending love and glowstick goo...