Joe: You know, Nelly… I don’t have any VIP dreams.
I don’t dream about sitting in the Royal Box at Wimbledon.
I don’t dream about front-row seats at the World Cup Final.
I don’t dream about red carpets, backstage passes, or exclusive parties.
I just want my old friends back.
People I could laugh with. Walk with. Sit down and have a coffee with.
People who knew me before the world got so complicated.
Nelly: That’s all?
Joe: That’s all.
People spend their lives chasing celebrities.
I’d trade all of that just to hear an old friend say, “Hey Joe, it’s been too long.”
You were always one of those old friends to me, Nelly.
Not because of fame.
Because before the headlines, before the awards, before everyone wanted a piece of you…
You were just Nelly.
And that’s the person I miss.
Nelly: You know what, Joe?
The older I get, the more I understand.
The VIP seats aren’t where the best conversations happen.
Sometimes they’re on a park bench, in a little café, or on a walk through East Vancouver.
Those are the moments people remember.
Not the box seats.
The people beside them.
