Classic rock one shots and imagines [requests closed]

Alex Van Halen #1

"And with these huge stadiums, you can hear the guitar solo from a show that happened the week before echoing around when the place is empty. But that's nothing compared to the rush of adrenaline and lust of the shows we did! There's just this ocean of people, all yelling and cheering and everyone's singing- no, screaming the lyrics with David! And, and..." Alex took a deep breath and sat down in the bed. "Oh, (Y/N), I wish you coulda seen it."

Alex beamed at me in the reflection of the vanity I sat at. Rubbing a night serum between the pads of my fingers, we grinned at each other before I started rubbing the moisturizer into my face. 

He had been talking my ear off about Van Halen's first stadium tour ever since he came home. Not that I was complaining. I could listen to Alex talk for hours, it was just that he seemed to be avoiding something, like he wasn't quite sure how how to word the news. 

"That seems more like your scene than mine, babe." I told him as I turned in my chair to face him. "You were just born to perform."

"Who said that?" 

"I did... Actually, Eddie's girlfriend did."

Alex scrunched his face up in curiosity, "why'd she say that?"

"Well, she said that Eddie has dreams of you winning Miss America. That's quite a performa-"

"She said what?" 

Before I could repeat myself, Alex started howling with laughter. He threw himself backward to lay flat on the bed and continued laughing. In all honesty, it was almost concerning at how much he was laughing. It proved to me that he was definitely hiding something. 

My smile fell a little as I started to word my question carefully. I wasn't even sure if I was piecing the right words together, but I was going to say it any how. I waited until he calmed down before I stood and laid on the bed beside him. Alex smiled gently and put a hand on my arm when I settled beside him. 

"Zit je iets dwars, Schatje?" I asked. 

Alex raised his eyebrows, but gave a little chuckle as he sat up, "me?"

"Yes, you." I giggled in reply, sitting up with him. "You're the only other person here." 

He started taking his shirt off and shook his head, "Nah, it's nothing to worry about."

"C'mon, baby." I leaned forward and kissed his shoulder. "It can't be that bad if you're laughing about it, right?"

Alex looked over his shoulder at me, putting his hand on mine. He still had a smile on his face, but I knew that what he was about to say he wasn't completely happy with. 

"I love my brother. He's such a wiz on the guitar. To hell with what David was singing, the crowds were hanging on every last note Eddie played. And every interview question is for or about Eddie. It's like the of the rest of us don't exist! I just kinda wish that people paid some attention to us, you know? I mean, we're a band, we're all supposed to... what?"

The bored look I gave him ceased his rant, but it told him that I had something to say. It was more of a really look than a stop talking look, but I've done it so many times that he just knows what I'm trying to say at this point. 

"Alex, you play the drums right?"

"Yeah."

"And you and Eddie specifically switched instruments so you could play the drums when you were kids, right?" 

"Yeeah?" 

"Do you realise how important the drummer is in a band?" I started. "You are a solid force to be reckoned with! You are like the John Bonham of American rock 'n roll! They may be hanging onto Eddie's solos, but they will forever march to the intense beat of your drums!

"(Y/N)-"

 "If you ever think, for one second, that you are less important than your brother or David or Michael or Mark, just think about what I just said to you. Because I mean every single word, Schatje... nederlands of engels..."

Alex smiled and opened his mouth to speak again: 

"Bedankt, (Y/N)."

"I'm serious, Alex. And if anyone has an objections, they can personally answer to me."

"I'm sure they will." He smiled, leaning forward to kiss my temple. "Ik hou van jou." 

"I love you too." I replied, stretching my neck up to kiss his temple just to copy him. 

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Short and sweet, right? 

Sorry if it's terrible, I just really liked this plot idea (this was a request so I hope it wasn't too bad). And should I have told you guys to pull up a Dutch translator before reading? If so, now you know, so have fun rereading it :) 

until next time, my loves❤❤❤