I slept in the next day. It was noon by the time I woke up. Stelle gave me a blanket to use while I slept on the couch. Stelle of course, was already awake eating a muffin. "Morning," she said typing something out on a typewriter. "Working on a report for work," she said. "You can have a muffin."

There was a pretty basket tied up with a ribbon filled to the brim with muffins. Some were berry and some had hard fruit like a fruitcake. I picked up a chocolate chip thinking that was a safe bet. I looked out the large window and saw there had been a traffic accident on the street below. Two cars completely smashed against each other, one of them smoking. A fireman was spraying the cars with the hose. 

To think a time traveler probably could have stopped that...

"The shoot's at three," Stelle said from her spot on the chaise lounge. "My things are in the room if you want to change."

"I can't keep taking your clothes," I said. "I can use something of mine."

"I'll take you shopping after we're done today," she said. "The company I work for can pay for it, they can afford it." Now I was just feeling awful. More than guilty, I felt like a freeloader. Taking the money out of my pocket I counted it out. I still had six dollars left, and barely that. My loose change was slim and I couldn't make any unimportant phone calls anytime soon. 

All the same, I wore my lacy white top and my denim shorts. I had abandoned my necklace lately thinking it would hook on the lace of the top. And as always, I put on my sneakers. 

Now socks were what I really needed. And underwear.

Stelle, makeup done and hair feathered, wore her jeans again and a t-shirt. I'd love for a pair of denim bell bottoms. I wanted to blend in with the time period as much as possible. I felt like my pigtails, although a staple of 2024, stood out in the 1970's. 

But I'd never give them up.

The walk to the shoot was a short one. It was a studio just around the block. I had my notebook with me and a couple of pens so I wouldn't run out of ink. We got there early. Everything was being set up. Lights against a backdrop and a vanity for touch ups. 

Those beautiful men didn't need touch ups. They were gorgeous. 

Stelle had her camera around her neck as usual and a few others were there to snap photos too. I couldn't help but notice another basket of muffins on the table, tied with a ribbon. I wondered if her work had sent them up. "Can we get a bit of lighting over here?" Stelle asked pointing to a spot farther away from the set. "I don't want to blind them."

I found a spot to sit and started writing. The details of the place were...scarce...I barely filled a page with them. There were a few guitars nearby, ready to be used as props. I kept checking the time waiting for the boys to show up. Finally the door opened and in walked Phil.

"Phil!" Stelle said upon seeing him. She ran up to him and he caught her in a hug. I tilted my head. Were we allowed to just...hug people like that? Was I so incredibly shy that I wasn't aware of the pre-established social norms around here? I wish I wasn't so shy. Maybe I'd like myself more. Maybe others would like me more. 

Oh, but that was ridiculous. There was nothing wrong with being shy. And who cares what other people thought?

Only I did.

Stelle brought him over to me talking about whatever. "And here she is!" she said gesturing to me. I stood up and offered my hand for Phil to shake. He accepted it and put his hands back in his pockets. "Hannah, Phil, Phil, Hannah."

"You're our interviewer?" Phil asked looking me over. I felt like everyone in the room knew I was just a fake. Someone was bound to catch on sooner or later. I could only nod.

"Yes, and she wanted to talk to you before the shoot started," Stelle said. "You'd better do it quick before the others come trampling over themselves for a turn." My cheeks burned. 

Stelle hurried away to direct the set and I looked up at Phil who had crossed his arms. "What have you got for me?" he asked. 

We sat down together and I flipped my notebook to a fresh page. I still had some leftover questions I planned to ask Cliff but they'd do for Phil as well. He sat with his foot resting on his knee. His eyes were a startling blue, bright against the green shirt he was wearing. My heart ached when I saw him. Knowing what this man was about to go through...

I had to keep my cool. No tears today!

"What do you love about music?" I asked. He stared at the floor and bit his bottom lip.

"It's fun," he said. "Music is fun...it's a great job, a great career..." I nodded and took notes. "An' we're a good band, obviously not the best, ya' know...but we're good at what we do an' that makes it more fun." 

"Do you think AC/DC will end up being the biggest band in the world?" He sort of laughed and scratched the back of his neck. 

"Well...it'd be nice..." he said. "Wouldn't mind not worryin' about...payin' rent an' things like that...ya' know, we don't have to be the biggest, jus' one of 'em. Ya' know? Big enough." A few more people came in, some of them saying hello to Phil. "Do you think we will?" he asked while I wrote.

That wasn't fair, I knew the answer! He stared at me with those radiant blue eyes and I had to tell him the truth. "I know you will."

He smiled. "Thanks." 

"Hey, Phil," someone said as he passed us. I looked up for a split second to see Angus with a cigarette in his mouth and a denim jacket in his hand. "Your turn today?"

"Yeah, you'll have to wait a bit," Phil said over his shoulder. Angus dropped his jacket on a nearby chair. "Get in line."

"It's alright, I don't mind waitin'." Angus smiled at me and I could have melted. He was dressed normally as opposed to the suit. His hair seemed curlier that day. "Don't let me interrupt ya', go on then."

Phil looked at me, waiting. I was so flustered I couldn't find my proper place. Get it together, he's just fellow human being. 

A rather cute human being...

He might have been around my age now, but as soon as I went back to my time he'd be a lot older, not to mention married. I couldn't start anything with him or anybody for that matter. It would only open a very large can of worms. What if I caught feelings for someone and had to leave? What if someone caught feelings for me and I left them behind? I couldn't possibly do that to anyone. They meant too much to me. And besides, I was here on professional matters. 

Writing a Wattpad fanfiction. 

I found my next question. "Do you prefer studios or touring?" Angus looked at Phil. 

"I think we all like touring." He looked at Angus who nodded. 

"What about touring do you like better?" Angus waited patiently for Phil. 

"Ya' get to see new places, meet new people," he said. "An' it's great seein' people enjoy your music, ya' don't see that in a studio." Phil looked up at Angus to see if he had anything to add.

"Yeah, an' ya' get to play the way ya' want on tour," Angus said. "My older brother George, he works with us in the studios. An' he knows what we want our band to sound like, ya' know? He knows Malcolm an' I. So when he suggests we do this or that, he knows what might sound best for our band." I scribbled. "An' he talks with us about it, he lets us do our own thing. Whereas some others...." He and Phil shared a look and giggled to themselves. "Who shall remain unnamed...they really push ya' to do things ya' don't wanna do, ya' know? We don't need a fuckin'....piano in our songs. An' I play piano. Kinda."

"Yeah, ya' get to play the music on tour the way it's supposed to go," Phil said. "An' better, if ya' can."

"Studios are also built to contain the sound," Angus said. "I mean...producers help with that an' all but the room you're in is made to make the music sound a certain way. An' that's great for the albums, it makes it sound...cleaner, I guess." I nodded. "But when you play in...arenas or wherever...outside...you can play as loud as ya' want."

"An' we play loud," Phil finished. 

"Do you consider this to be a job?" I asked. "Obviously it's your career but is it more work than fun? Or more fun than work?" Angus looked at Phil. 

"I'd say..." He bit his lip again. Cliff came in and Stelle ran up to him. "It's work, we'll say that."

"It's a lot of work," Angus said. "But I'd say it's much more fun." Phil nodded. Malcolm walked in and headed straight for Stelle, making sure everything was going okay. Still walking like he was late for something. 

"Angus! C'mere a minute," Malcolm called. 

"Sorry, love, I've gotta go," Angus said with a smile. I hid my burning face and wrote some more while Angus went to see what his brother wanted. I hoped Phil didn't notice my obvious crush. 

"So what magazine is this goin' in?" Phil asked. I slowly looked up to see him staring at me. "I know you don't write for one in particular but this is all goin' in somethin', right?"

"Yeah," I said. "It's...a local magazine...that I used to read back home...." Local, hah!

"What's it called?" Phil asked. I'm in trouble. I've been so busy eating snow cones and playing Skee-ball I haven't been thinking of a proper alibi. Not like he'd remember it over forty years later but I couldn't tell him 'Wattpad'. What a silly sounding name anyway. But I hated to lie. Maybe I had to.

"I can't remember," I said feeling sheepish. 

"Can't remember?" Phil asked not buying it. 

"It starts with a w," I said. "It sounds like a lot of other magazine names I've heard before, and I can never remember what it's called."

That sounded good enough to him for now. I breathed a sigh of relief. 

"What's your favorite song?" he asked out of nowhere. "Name one song you like the most."

"Uh..." There were several amazing songs I loved and listened to. But the one song that always made me feel happy...if only for a few minutes... "Baba O' Riley," I said.

"That's the Who?" I nodded. "Alright, what's your favorite band?" I smiled.

"AC/DC, " I admitted.

"Besides us, then."

"Uh...." I could say the Beatles but that's not that inventive. A lot of people like the Beatles. Hell, Phil over here probably likes the Beatles. It was so easy talking to Bon, he got you to say anything. "Blondie," I said. Bon could vouch for me if Phil asked. 

"Hm," was all Phil said. "Don't think we've covered any of their songs," he said. "Different styles an' all." He pulled out some cigarettes and offered me one. I politely declined. "Bon's late," he said.

"And where on earth is Bon?" We looked up to see Stelle pacing the room, echoing Phil's words. "Have any of you seen him?"

Angus and Cliff shook their heads. "He's probably on his way," Malcolm said. "Maybe he met a woman on the way an' got lost." The boys snickered. Something told me that happened before.

"He couldn't have gotten himself lost yesterday?" Stelle asked. Unlike when Bon climbed up the tree, Stelle seemed much more serious this time. Right on cue the doors opened and Bon walked in followed by security. Bon looked almost like a little kid who got in trouble. His eyes lit up when he saw us. 

"I'm here," he said grinning.

"What's the problem, sir?" Stelle asked the man. 

"Is he with you?" security asked. 

"Course he's with us," Stelle said. "He's part of the band I'm shooting." The security man looked gruff and huffed and puffed at Bon who grinned. "What did he do?"

"Nothin," Bon said. 

"Come on, Bon, what did you do?"

"Nothin'!" Stelle crossed her arms and pursed her lips. Phil and I watched from our spots on the chairs as Bon looked at the ground and shrugged. "I thought I'd come surprise you all by sneakin' in through the back," Bon explained. "I knew I was a little late an' thought I could make up for it....with a good scare, ya' know?"

Stelle sighed and put her hands over her eyes. "Bon, you didn't..."

"There was a gate blockin' the back doors and it was locked so I tried climbin' it."

"Bon...."

"An' this gentleman over here must of thought I was a criminal," Bon said nodding toward the security guard who only huffed again. Angus and Malcolm started giggling like boys and Cliff smiled. "Must have been my haggard exterior." He pointed at his face which he hadn't shaved that morning. "He tossed me over his shoulder an' took me away."

Stelle groaned. "Ronald Scott!" she yelled, her voice echoing. We waited quietly for a minute. 

"Estelle Groaner," Bon said calmly. Stelle glowered at him and he hung his head, still smiling a little. 

"It's pronounced 'Grohner, Ronald," she said. "You know that. And so help me if you dare try to piss me off one more time..."

I'm sorry," Bon said. "I was late, I know. I slept in this mornin' an' rushed to get here. An' I know I shouldn't have tried to sneak in." He giggled. "It was funnier in my head."

Stelle apologized to the security man profusely while Bon added in his own apology. "Yeah, yeah..." he huffed. And then he left.

"The shoot still on, Stelle?" Cliff asked. Bon batted his eyelashes, backing up when Stelle got anywhere near him. 

"Yeah, it's still on. Bon? Can I have a word with you?" Phil and I watched Bon be escorted to a private corner of the building. I was worried he would be scolded like a little kid but it seemed all Stelle did was talk to him. We couldn't hear them and it wouldn't have been right to eavesdrop anyway. 

"Bon's crazy," Phil said smiling. "Stelle's not really upset with him, ya' know."

"She looked pretty upset," I said.

"Well...maybe she was at first," Phil said. "But she knows Bon isn't a troublemaker. He gets into trouble once in a while," he laughed. "An' sometimes trouble follows him around, ya' know? He's a sweet guy. He doesn't cause havoc for fun. Bein' in a rock an' roll band jus'...gets hairy sometimes."

"All he did was try to sneak in through the back," I said. 

"Well...you heard Bon, probably his...beautiful looks that got him in trouble," Phil said. "Long hair, bit scratchy....'bout a hundred tattoos..."

"You have tattoos," I said. 

"Yeah, an' the cops love 'em," he said. He rolled up his sleeve and showed me one of them. "Authority figures love us."

"You're good guys," I said, feeling a bit more comfortable now. "I like you."

"Thanks," he smiled. "The band likes you too." I felt all squishy inside until I realized what Phil actually said. 'You' as in....us ladies.... My mouth hung open and I turned away so he wouldn't see. I was flattered all the same but....I began to wonder what these men expected of me...

The second rule of being a groupie was

2. You are ALWAYS allowed to say no.

Just because some cute famous guy wants to do something doesn't mean you have to agree with it. If it's something you're not comfortable with, you can say no. Don't do whatever they want just to get them to like you. And the same can be said for the rockstars. Don't just give in to what we groupies want if that's not what you want. Don't let our seductions fool you. And if anyone tries something anyway, after you've said no, that's their fault, not yours. 

And I'd keep that in mind around these men.

Phil stood up to join the rest of the band for the shoot. "You comin' to the party tomorrow?" he asked me. I perked up at the word "party".

"What party?"

"There's a small party we're all goin' to, sorta like an after party for a concert, ya' know? You're probably invited, seein' as you're writin' for us." I didn't know what to say! I was invited to a real grown up party! Experience!!!

"Sure," I said closing my notebook. Phil waved at me and went over to the boys. I heard a squeal and turned around to see Bon had picked up Stelle off the ground in a hug. Stelle was all smiles. I'd have to ask later if she was coming, but I assumed so. After all, she was the band's official photographer. Stelle was laughing as Bon ran toward the group, still carrying her in his arms. 

The photo shoot was starting.

**********

Stelle cleaned the lens of her camera while everyone packed up. I was writing about the shoot and how cute Angus looked, constantly looking over my shoulder to see if anyone was suspicious. Bon and Angus were wrestling where the setup had been. Stelle didn't bother taking any photos of them. "Just let them be," she said. "Let them have fun."

Bon had Angus pinned to the ground and Angus was struggling to get away. Cliff must have been the referee or something because he circled around them watching, pointing out any cheating. 

"Whatcha writin' about?"

I jumped in my seat at the sound of Malcolm's voice in my ear. He had snuck up behind me and I quickly closed my notebook. "The shoot," I said looking at the floor. Malcolm lit a cigarette and took the chair Phil had occupied earlier. He blew a cloud of smoke. 

"Hm," he said. "What're you doin', Stelle?" 

"Cleaning up," she said. "There's a smudge on my lens."

"Hm," he said again. More smoke. These men were like dragons. "Talked to everyone yet?"

It took me a second to realize he was talking to me. Technically, I did. Angus answered the same questions I asked Phil and I got both their responses. But Angus did mention having his own turn...I blushed. 

How on earth was I going to interview that man in a private setting? Maybe it was a blessing that he was here to talk before.

"Just Angus left," I said. Malcolm nodded. 

"You'll have plenty of chances to talk to him," he said. "An' he's used to interviews, ya' know? They ask for him a lot."

"How do you feel about that?" I asked. Malcolm shrugged.

"I don't care," he said. "I don't think any of us care much. Angus has to get up an' go somewhere while we get to sleep in at the hotel or wherever." He smiled. "If anything we feel bad for him."

"How does he feel about it?" I asked.

"Angus?" I nodded. Malcolm smoked for a bit. "You'll have to ask him yourself."

"Alright, I think I'm done here," Stelle said standing up. "You ready to go, Hannah?"

"What, you guys got plans?" Malcolm asked. 

"Sure we do," Stelle said. "Our lives don't revolve around you."

"Well, pardon me," Malcolm said. "By all means, go on."

"Thank you," Stelle said. "Come on, Hannah, let's get you a decent wardrobe. Bye, Mal."

Malcolm waved at us. Bon yelled out his goodbye loud enough for us to hear. I guess Angus finally got loose and was talking with Cliff. Stelle led me out of the building into the hot land of Sydney Australia.