{"id":530,"date":"2023-10-21T01:03:36","date_gmt":"2023-10-21T07:03:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/?p=530"},"modified":"2024-02-10T10:23:02","modified_gmt":"2024-02-10T16:23:02","slug":"meet-greet-mayhem-enter-la-mami","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/meet-greet-mayhem-enter-la-mami\/","title":{"rendered":"Meet &amp; Greet Mayhem: Enter La Mami"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>The meet and greet tent behind the Desert Howl main stage was electric, buzzing with fans still high off the show. A long line twisted out the back flap and down the pathway, filled with screaming teens, giddy adults, and at least one guy in a full-body LED wolf suit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Gabriel signed posters with a relaxed grin, tail wagging lazily. Thane stood beside him, arms crossed, his ice-blue eyes scanning the crowd for trouble out of habit. Mark sat off to the side, quietly sipping water and fixing a minor glitch in the band&#8217;s lighting sequence on his tablet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Then came the moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Maya, mid-signature on someone\u2019s guitar case, heard a voice shout from the back of the line:<br>&#8220;\u00a1AY DIOS M\u00cdO, LOOK AT MY BABY ON HER THRONE!&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Her head jerked up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNoooo way,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>From between two stunned security guards emerged a woman in her fifties, short, stout, with fire in her eyes and red lipstick that could melt steel. A long braid hung over her shoulder, bouncing as she marched forward in wedge heels and a bedazzled denim jacket that read <strong>&#8220;Mamacita Feroz&#8221;<\/strong> across the back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;MOM?!&#8221; Maya yelped, already blushing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;I <em>told<\/em> you I&#8217;d come see your little rock band someday!&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Gabriel choked on his water. Cassie damn near fell out of her chair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The security guards looked to Thane, who just shrugged and smiled. \u201cShe\u2019s fine. That\u2019s a <em>mami<\/em>, not a threat.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Maya\u2019s mom charged in, tackled her daughter in a bone-crushing hug, then turned to the rest of the band like she\u2019d been managing them for years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;\u00a1Ustedes son geniales! That light thing, the sky-wolf, the fire\u2014Maya, baby, you did that?!&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cLighting\u2019s Mark,\u201d Maya muttered, still red.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Pues then Mark, you little genius, if I had three more of you, I\u2019d replace my IT department!&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mark blinked. &#8220;&#8230;Thanks?&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The crowd <em>loved<\/em> it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Until <em>he<\/em> showed up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Bret. Vandal Saints&#8217; own walking ego blister. He strutted through the tent flap uninvited, sunglasses on despite the dusk, and zeroed in on Gabriel and Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;You think you\u2019ve won something? That crowd\u2019ll move on. They always do. You\u2019re a damn meme band.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Gabriel started to rise. Thane already had one hand curled into a claw.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But before either of them could move, Maya&#8217;s mom <em>slammed her purse<\/em> on the table and stepped forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;OYE, CLOWN SHOES!&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The entire tent fell silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Bret blinked. &#8220;Excuse me?&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She advanced like a bull.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;You come in here, throwing shade at these kids who EARNED their fans? You\u2019re just mad nobody wants to hear your whiny little man-baby sob rock! What\u2019s your band&#8217;s name again? <em>Vaginal Stains<\/em>?&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The tent exploded with laughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Bret turned bright red. &#8220;It\u2019s VANDAL SAINTS.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Ah, perd\u00f3name, pendejo,&#8221; she fired back. &#8220;I forgot. Because nobody cares!&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Cassie covered her mouth. Jonah <em>fell off his stool<\/em>. Mark simply whispered, &#8220;Good grief,&#8221; without blinking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Maya buried her face in her hands. &#8220;Mami, please\u2014&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;No, no. Let me finish.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She jabbed a manicured finger in Bret\u2019s chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;You think these people made it &#8217;cause of luck? Gabriel played with his fingers BLEEDING. Thane runs sound tighter than my Tupperware lid drawer. And Maya? Maya grew up watching <em>me<\/em> work three jobs and still never complain\u2014so don\u2019t you EVER try to cut her down, cabr\u00f3n.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Gabriel whispered, wide-eyed, &#8220;&#8230;Can we hire her?&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Bret backed out of the tent with a muttered curse and nearly walked into the same security guard who&#8217;d let Maya&#8217;s mom through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She turned back to the crowd, blew kisses, and grinned. &#8220;Now. Who wants a selfie with Mama Feroz?&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Pandemonium.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Maya, hiding her face, muttered to Thane, &#8220;I&#8217;m never living this down.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Thane patted her on the shoulder. &#8220;You&#8217;re not. 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