Requested by @joeperrysbrat
Kayla was in the dressing room set from her boyfriend and his band the Doors. She sat back on the worn out couch, not doing anything but listening to the sound of the record that was softly playing. "Hey, Kay." Ray walked in.
"Hey," Kayla answered, with a sigh.
The guitarist looked at Kayla with a concerned look. "What's wrong?" He asked, kneeling in front of Kayla.
"Jim. He keeps running his mouth about how beautiful and stunning i am, but look at me." She explained, sadness spilling out into his words. She was most or less self-conscious about her looks.
"Well, you are pretty." Ray brightly said. Kayla smiled. She wasn't suppose to smile. She was Jim's girl. A member of her boyfriend's band was 'complimenting' her. She here supporting Jim.
"Ray, we're in a few." John, the drummer's voice shouted through the door.
"C'mon, Ed's not waiting." Ray murmured. By Ed, he meant Ed Sullivan.

Kayla watched in awe at her boyfriend, behind all the cameras and what not. The way he sang, the whole atmosphere was amazing. The song, People Are Strange was amazing, but before she knew it, the person said, 'Clear'. 

Kayla snuck back into the dressing room with the band. "So, how you doin'?" Jim asked Kayla, sitting on the couch of the dressing room. "I'm doing fine, babe." She said before the producer came bursting into the room.

"Um, i've got some bad news." The producer said, plainly.
"What?" Jim asked, sound a bit tense.
"We got to change the lyrics of Light My Fire." He said. "You know, the lyric 'Girl, we couldn't get much higher.'
"I don't have to do anything." Jim mumbled, anger weavers in his voice after the producer guy was out of the room. Kayla always thought her boyfriend being angry or rough was hot, a big turn on in fact.

The band left to do the last set, playing it wonderfully as always. Ed Sullivan was furious, after the set. "What? I loved it, but didn't your producer tell you to change the line. Kids are watching it." He yelled. Jim stormed off the room, Kayla's hand in his. The rest on the band did notice that they we're gone, but didn't seem to care. Jim led her to the dressing room. He pushed her down hard before roughly kissing her. Before she knew it, he was grinding his hips into hers.

"Sorry I get like this." Jim panted after calming down. "Don't be sorry. I think you should be mad more often, it's a big turn on." "Well, I think I should repay you for putting up my temper."
"A night in bed will do." She said and he smirked.