“Phoebe, what the hell! Are you okay?” Bruce practically screamed when I hit the floor. He came running over to me and crouched down beside me and placed his hand on my back.

I sniffed loudly. “Yeah, I’m just feeling a little fucked up at the moment.”

He asked me what was wrong and I told him everything. By the look on his face I could tell that it was a lot for him to take in. After I had finished he helped me up and gave me a big bear hug.

“Do you need a place to stay for the time being? Because you can live with me if you like, I don’t mind. You’re a great employee, you don’t argue with me, you turn up on time and you do as you’re told. I’m not trying to sound like a teacher just then, but... I’m serious, Phoebe.” He looked at me straight in my eyes.

“No, it’s alright. I’ll ask Gemma first when she comes in soon, and if she can’t... You sure I could stay with you until I find a place?”

“Of course.” He gave me another hug, and just at that moment, my co-worker and best friend came in the door for work. The bar would be opening at about midday, so no one was inside except for some members walking around and cleaning.

Gemma could always tell when something was wrong (even though it was pretty obvious since my eyes were red from crying) and she immediately came rushing over. I must have looked more distressed that I imagined because she looked really concerned.

“Shit! What’s happened?! Is everything alright?” Gemma practically screamed at us.

I then told her what had happened and just before I was going to ask her if I could bunk with her, she immediately told me, not asked, told me that I was going to stay with her.

“I don’t want to be an imposition-“

“Of course not! Don’t be stupid!” She pulled me into a tight hug.

“You should stay around, Phoebe. Because not only will it make you feel better, we’ve got a new band coming and performing tonight at about 9pm. I reckon they’ve got some potential, and apparently they’ve released an EP not long ago. But you know... the main singer’s been known to be a big of a douchebag. A screaming ginger one at that.” Bruce said.

“Righto... Well what are they called?”

“Guns and Roses. But instead of an ‘and’ it’s an ‘N’.”

“Yes! What we should do, is come back to my place, and we can get your bed ready, go for something to eat, and stroll back here at night, or when we’re ready... Is that okay if I miss my shift for a bit, Bruce?” Gemma stuck out her bottom lip.

He sighed heavily before smirking at us. “Yeah, of course. Because you’re feeling a big sick, aren’t you? And you don’t want to spread germs...” he winked at both of us.

“Awesome! You’re going to LOVE living with me! It’ll be like a permanent sleepover!” She started to jump up and down with excitement and she grabbed my box of stuff and ran out the door. She realised I wasn’t right behind her and she stuck her head back in the door.

“You coming or not?” she asked with a smirk.

I gave Bruce a look with a smile and ran after Gemma. Already, just talking to other people I was beginning to feel better.

We went back to her apartment and she set up the couch for me to sleep on. As well as showing me around the place, even though I’d been at her place lots of times before.

I had met Gemma about 2 years ago, when I applied for the bartending job at the Whisky. After I got the job, we had our shifts together and we became best friends in 30 minutes. She was quite eccentric and she was a clean freak, but not in her own home. At work she wouldn’t leave a fingerprint or anything, yet at home she couldn’t give more of a fuck.

Time flew past and it was nearly 9pm when we turned up at the Whisky. The place was packed and the stage was lit and ready for the band to perform at any moment. Bruce came up to us.

“I’m sorry girls, I know I kind of said that I could let you both off tonight, but I need a bit of help. Who’d have thought people actually wanted to see these kids perform.” He chucked us our aprons and we got to work immediately. Serving drinks and finger food to people, as well as walking around and picking up glasses and taking orders. Soon enough, the lights dimmed and a frizzy haired guitarist came into the stage. I could barely see his face, but I could see everything else. He was wearing tight, black leather pants and no shirt. He strolled over to the microphone and yelled out:

“Heeey fuckers! Suck up Guns N’ fucking Roses!”

As soon as he yelled that at us, the crowd went wild and the other members came running on stage. Two blondes, one being shortish that ran over to the drums and the other incredibly tall was holding a bass guitar, another walked on holding a white guitar and he had shortish black hair that covered his eyes and neck, and finally, a copper haired man, whose hair was teased like there was no tomorrow and he ran over to the centred microphone and started singing. His voice certainly took me by surprise. It was quite screechy, yet soft, yet strong... I couldn’t pick it. But I thought it was fantastic. As I looked through the leather and hair, I could see his face. Fair skin, and a kind face... Kind of beautiful... Suddenly out of nowhere Gemma came up behind me and broke my thought, and also scared the shit out of me.

She started to piss herself laughing and she nearly dropped her serving plate full of drinks.

“Shit!” She managed to balance herself again but she was still giggling. “Sorry, I just came up to ask you if you were going to get back to work, because it’s pretty obvious you’re drooling over someone up there.” She winked at me.

I cleared my throat and went back to the bar to pick up my plate to collect glasses. But just before, Gemma tapped my hand and mouthed: Who’s your favourite? I pointed to main singer and she smirked at me, then she pointed to the lead guitarist with the hair. I just laughed, picked up my plate and began to walk around the room.

As I weaved my way around the room trying to manage the swarms of people, remembering their orders and picking up glasses, I saw someone right up the front wanting another refill. I got quite nervous as I came closer to the stage, since the music was pretty loud and I would be in clear view of the band.

I kept my eyes on the man at the table and took his glass and his order for another beer. I dared myself to have one quick glance up at the band and I saw that the lead singer was looking right at me, and smiling. Just at that moment the song finished and he leaned over the stage and waved me over.

 I could feel my face go red from nervousness and from the strong heat from the lights. He squatted down and waved me to come even closer. I shuffled my feet and he said to me:

“Hey pretty thing, care to bring me a bottle of your finest beer?” he said with a big grin on his face. His teased hair was sticking to his neck from sweat and he had taken off his thin white singlet, so his was just wearing his tight leather pants.

I managed to spit out ‘sure thing’ and I stumbled back to the bar. I nearly had a heart attack and Gemma saw this.

“OH MY GOD! WHAT DID HE SAY?” She yelled over the new song starting.

“He just wants a bottle of our ‘’finest beer’’” I said smirking.

I grabbed a bottle and jogged on back to the front of the stage and waited, while closing observing the band once they had finished their song. The past two songs were covers of one of Aerosmith and from a good old Aussie band, Rose Tattoo. I had to say I was impressed that an American band knew and Aussie band was.

After the finished, I ran up to the front and stuck out my hand with the bottle. Instead of just grabbing the beer like a normal person, he grabbed my forearm and pulled me up on stage. Firstly I was absolutely blinded from the bloody lights (how did they stand them?!) and I had no idea how to act.  I just stood there facing the main singer probably looking stunned.

“How about everyone give...” He waited for my name.

Again, somehow I managed to spit out Phoebe...

“...Phoebe a round of applause for doing an excellent job tonight.” The crowd roared and he winked at me. He shuffled over to me to be a little closer than normal, touched my arm and whispered in my ear: “You’re most welcome to come back stage after the show...”

Hey guys... so what do you think eh? Getting close with good old (well... young) GN'R ;)

Staright after this chapter I'll be publishing another chapter because I can't wait to know what happens... (Is that sad...?) I hope there's no typos once again because I was trying to type as fast as I could to update. Plus I'm back from my mini holiday so i don't have to keep my mum up with my clicky clacky of the keyboard anymore...

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