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MAJOR MELTDOWN!Isla Rose collapses after sold-out show at the Troubadour in West Hollywood.
By Jen Kael,Hot Radar
Isla Rose, lead singer for Iris Blue, sang her heart out to a sold-out crowd at the Troubadour last Saturday night and then walked off stage and collapsed. As the crowd clamored and cheered, hoping for an encore, the other members of Iris Blue took the stage again and played two instrumental songs while paramedics rushed the crumpled singer to the nearest hospital.
The fans had no idea what was going on backstage. “I thought it was a little strange that Isla Rose didn’t come back onstage with the rest of the band,” one fan toldHot Radarafter the show had ended.
“She gave a damn good performance. I hope she’s okay. We love you Isla!” another fan gushed upon learning of the singer’s frenzied rush to the hospital.
Isla Rose is the lead singer of Iris Blue—a band whose start began in Los Angeles. Just coming off of a sixteen-state tour with Hinder and Black Stone Cherry, exhaustion was the explanation for Isla Rose’s breakdown in a statement given by the band’s manager, Kent Sherwood.
Hot Radarhas discovered that for several days prior to the show at the Troubadour, the band’s drummer, Benz, and Isla Rose have been arguing nonstop. Just last Thursday, patrons at one of the couple’s favorite hangouts, Burger Haven, overheard them shouting at each other to the point where Isla Rose jumped up and stormed out of the restaurant.
“Things have been very tense between Isla and Benz,” an insider claimed.
Even though Kent Sherwood has downplayed the relationship between them, fans have been capturing pictures of the two kissing, holding hands, or simply embracing one another, then posting them to Instagram. Those who follow the band want nothing more than for Isla Rose and Benz to stay blissfully in love, but from the way things have been going as of late, it doesn’t look like this couple is ready for their “happily ever after” any time soon. The question remains as to whether Isla Rose and Benz are, in fact, even still together. Benz, known as a notorious womanizer, seems like a hard man to tame. Could there be another woman behind this couple’s trouble?
Since Isla’s discharge from the hospital, Kent Sherwood has released a statement announcing that the band is taking a well-deserved break to record and get some much-needed rest. Iris Blue has been performing and touring nonstop for the past three years. No one’s talking on where the band has gone to record or relax. Why is this such a secret?
Stay tuned asHot Radarcontinues reporting on this story.
Sangre skimmed the six-month-old article again then looked at the photo of Iris Blue he had in the file. His gaze drifted to the woman in the middle surrounded by four men. She wore tight leather pants, a crop top, and a ton of makeup painted on her face.What the hell did I get myself into? She looks like a fucking diva.
“Having second thoughts?” Eagle asked as he sank into the chair in front of Sangre’s desk.
Sangre ran his hands through his thick blond hair. “Yeah. I mean, the chick has high maintenance written all over her.” He slid the photo toward Eagle, who picked it up and stared at it.
“She’s hot,” Eagle said.
“And I’m sure a major pain in the ass. What the hell doweknow about rock stars?”
“That they have a lot of money. I can’t believe how much the band’s paying for this gig.”
“I think it’s Isla Rose who’s shelling out the dough.” He glanced at the article again. “Seems like she’s got some emotional stuff going on with one of the dudes in the band.”
“I’d think that’s reasonably common when you’re together so much. This should be a pretty easy gig. We just need to watch her until they go back to LA.” Eagle leaned back into the chair, then he added, “Jon’s a big fan of the band, so he’s looking forward to it. I’ve never heard of them though, have you?”
He shook his head. “Nah, but then I don’t do Instagram or Facebook or any of that other social media bullshit. Seems like that’s how they got their start, and it’s just been growing.” He glanced down at the contract again: Bodyguard services needed while Isla Rose was in Alina.
Sangre had opened Precision Security over a year ago, bringing Eagle and Cueball into his company: Eagle as manager and Cueball as security supervisor. Since opening the business, he was busy as hell, providing security for businesses, parties, rallies, festivals, and concerts around the county. Normally, he passed on bodyguard services because they were rather time-consuming and spread out his employees too thin. He also had to balance his time overseeing Precision Security with his duties to the Night Rebels. As a club officer, he had certain responsibilities, and like every member, he was required to be available at all times. But Eagle was right about the money—it was damn good, so he’d taken the bodyguard gig while the singer was in town.
“Do you think she’s in danger?” Eagle asked, crossing his legs, ankle over knee.
Sangre shook his head and tipped his chair back against the wall. “I think the whole ‘crazed fan’ scare is a ploy to garner more attention. These musicians, actors, and anyone else in the spotlight crave the attention and seemingly need to constantly be in the papers.” He held his hands up. “But I’m not here to fuckin’ analyze her. Like you said, the money’s good, so we’ll play bodyguard until she goes back to LA.”
“Let me see the copies of the letters.” After Sangre pushed the file toward him, Eagle opened it, pulled out some of the papers, and started scanning over them. “From the looks of it, I’d say they’re becoming more obsessed and in a dangerous way.” He scrubbed his face. “And they just started when the band got here a couple of weeks ago?”
“Seems that way. At least that’s what their manager’s saying, but I’m still thinking it’s probably a publicity stunt. The diva got here about four or five months ago, and yeah, the rest of the band didn’t come here until about two weeks ago.”
“The postmarks are from Tula, Silverado, Durango, Cortez, and Alina.”
“Yeah, I noticed that, but it’s not hard to do. Those places aren’t that far apart.”
Eagle nodded. “True, but it could be legit.” He pushed the file back toward Sangre.
“We’ll find out soon enough. We’ll give it our all and work it like Jack the fucking Ripper is after this chick.”
