It was a cold night in Atlanta, GA 2005. A certain nightclub was promoting their special guest, Justin Timberlake. Patrons had to pay $100 to get in. My sister and I were among those that paid the $100 cover charge.
We got inside and everyone was expecting to see Justin Timberlake right away. Of course he was no where to be seen. The DJ kept playing ‘In Da Club’ by 50 cent, “It’s your birthday! We’re gonna party like it’s your birthday!” You remember. It was a new song at the time and everyone loved it.
My sister and I had a few drinks. The dance floor was empty. I dislike seeing empty dance floors so I grabbed her hand, and led her to the middle. I had a funny feeling just then. Suddenly the DJ announced Justin Timberlake. He stepped out and came right over to where my sister and I were standing. Then this too tall brown haired dude got in my way. I wondered if he was a pro basketball player or something, nope it was Ashton Kutcher. The dance floor was packed now like I have never experienced. I was crushed up against Ashton Kutcher like a sardine. My sister squashed behind me. We were pretending to dance, but really every one was hyper focused on watching Justin Timberlake dance in person. He had the moves of course, and was mesmerizing to watch. I have never seen a man so comfortable dancing. He was wearing a baseball cap, and looked like a regular guy. He was smiling the whole time, and was much shorter then I expected, but wow what a cool cat he was on the dance floor.
Next to him were Tara Reid, and Danny Masterson (The actor who played ‘Hyde’ on “That 70’s Show.” ) We were having a blast. I was not a fan of any of the actors at all, but I admit I was pretty star struck with Justin Timberlake. After about 30-40 minutes of dancing. Someone made a move. I do not know how it started, but it was a club fight. I saw Justin Timberlake leave from where he came, the special back doors. Then a fist came at me. I could tell Danny Masterson had been aiming for the guy next to me but he missed, and clocked me in the chin instead. I was too confused to feel personal anger at being hit for no reason.
One second I am enjoying dancing, and watching JT, and the next I am being punched by a well known television actor. Then on top of that someone immediately lifts me up, effortlessly like I am a child. (I am 5’2.) I am in the air being taken to a safe place. I land gently. I can still hear chaos, music and fighting. It was none other then Ashton Kutcher, who had lifted me up, and brought me to safety. I had no idea where my sister was at that moment. He looked at me, and bent down with sincere concern. He asked, ” Hey.. are you okay?” I was not at first. He asked again, ” Are you okay?” I woke up a bit and rubbed my chin. “Yes. I am okay.” He released my shoulders then, and said, “Okay.” Then he went looking for his friends. And they too, went out the secret back doors of the club that were being guarded by bouncers.
I was in shock. My sister found me. I said, ” That guy that plays ‘Hyde’ from “That 70’s Show” just punched me in the face. Then Ashton Kutcher picked me up, and carried me here. Then he made sure I was okay and left.” The next morning when I told my roommate what happened, it sounded so ridiculous, as I retold it out loud I realized how preposterous it sounded. I wouldn’t have believed it if some one had told me it happened to them.
I never got to properly thank Ashton Kutcher for being so chivalrous that night. So, Ashton if you read this.. thanks man. I probably would have been badly clobbered if you hadn’t swept to safety.