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Kitti Jones had been dreaming of this moment for years. Kelly had just performed to a frenetic crowd at the Verizon Theatre outside Dallas, Texas.
Love Letter is relatively tame, coming from the man who once sang, “Girl, I got you so wet, it’s like a rainforest/Like Jurassic Park, except I’m your sexasaurus.” But like most of his shows, the Dallas concert was raucous, with Kelly launching into boisterous call-and-response theatrics and leaving the stage to embrace screaming fans.
“I had been divorced a couple of years at that point and [I was] meeting some bad guys,” Jones says. After Jones texted Kelly that the driver arrived at the airport on time, Jones alleges Kelly told her not to speak to him and inform the singer if the driver talked to her.“Rob kinda makes you feel like you have to defend him,” she says. If someone brought him up [in conversation], immediately a wall went up.” In November 2011, Jones quit her DJ job, sold her car and moved into the singer’s Chicago apartment.“She asked me what I thought about her quitting her job and moving,” says Veda Loca, a DJ for The Beat who worked with Jones at the time.She’d buy every magazine he was in and, upon the release of his 1993 solo debut, 12 Play, took a limo to a third-row seat at her first Kelly show. She was finally going to meet the man she’d been captivated by for more than 20 years. Clad in a crisp white shirt, diamond earrings and tan fedora, he hardly looked his 44 years. He just owned the room [and had] all the things that make up that ‘Oh my God’ factor.” As Jones tells it, when Kelly went to shake her hand after small talk, he gave her a piece of paper with his phone number and told her to text him her number.As Jones made her way upstairs to the VIP section, she approached R. “I said, ‘Oh I’m so upset, because this is one of the first concerts I’ve ever missed,'” Jones tells Rolling Stone. Jones says that after she texted Kelly from the bathroom, he replied, saying to always call him “daddy” – never call him Rob.