Rock n' Roll Imagines

"He's got my fricken number!" (Angus Young)

A cheeky grin was plastered onto your face as you pulled up to your best friend, Cody's house. In just 1 hour, AC/DC was playing their 'Back In Black' album.

"God, I was worried my Mom wouldn't let me leave. I kept telling her we're just going to the movie theater," Cody said, jumping into your car.

"Some movie theater," you responded, giggling.

"Haha, well, she believed me like usual. Oh, did you bring the tickets?"

"Yup. I put them in my back pocket," you answered, gesturing to your skinny jeans. "I'm so fricken nervous. How do I look?"

"Umm... like a goddess," Cody answered, laughing at how you batted your eyelashes. "Why are you nervous?"

"Well, we got front row tickets, maybe just maybe Angus Young might notice me."

Cody burst out laughing. "You need to have more confidence, Y/N. You should be worrying that he'll forget to play the guitar when he sees you."

You giggled at the thought of Angus's jaw-dropping.

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The stench of alcohol and sweat-drenched bodies had disgusted you at first, but your nose was becoming accustomed to the smell. Cinderella had just finished the opening show, and AC/DC was about to run on stage.

"You ready to rock n' roll tonight?!" the announcer screamed into the mic.

The entire stadium erupted in screams and cheering. Eagerly you watched as Brian Johnson ran out onto the platform, followed by Malcolm Young. Cody was screaming like a mad man, pure ecstasy written all over his face. You turned back to the stage just in time to see Angus Young running out onto the podium. His curly hair bouncing as he picked up his guitar. You burst out screaming and jumping franticly in the air.

"How are you tonight, Washington?!" Brian Johnson yelled into the mic.

The roof was nearly blown, clean off the building. Bodies jostled against each other, if it wasn't for Cody, you would have been, sucked back into the snack pit.

The sound of church bells rang out in the enormous stadium. Everyone stayed deathly silent, but as soon as Angus started to play the guitar rift, everyone exploded together. You clung to the gate and screamed out the lyrics. Cody bounced excitedly beside you, belting out the words with a massive grin on his face.

"Hell's bells,

Yeah, hell's bells,

You got me ringing,

Hell's bells,

My temperature's high,

Hells' bells."

Your knuckles were turning white as you were crushed against the gate by some tall jerk whose elbows kept colliding with your back. Your night wasn't as magical as you thought it would be. Cody had screamed at the guy like a dozen times, but he kept on bumping into you. Tears were threatening to spill out as someone's elbow ran into your head.

"Brian, stop, stop," Angus called out, stopping in the midst of 'You Shook Me All Night Long.'

"What?" Brian asked, looking pretty pissed.

"This poor girl is being crushed," he answered, pointing at you.

Your jaw dropped to the floor 'he's pointing at me!' you wanted to scream. Cody was laughing and grinning at you.

"Security, get this girl and her friend out of the crowd. Bring them backstage, please."

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Brian asked, smiling down at you.

"Y/N!" You and Cody yelled up at the same time.

"Y/N? That's beautiful. Washington show Y/N and her friend some love," he commanded the crowd.

Everyone started whistling and chanting your name.

Cody was bouncing up and down, giving the rock-on-hand sign.

Your large brown eyes looked up into Angus's blue ones. You mouth "thanks," as security pulled you and Cody out of the crowd. Just when you thought you couldn't fangirl anymore, Angus sent you a wink.

"Cody, did you see that?!" you screamed over the music.

"Girl, I can't thank you enough for being so pretty. See, I told you he would stop the damn song," Cody answered, bursting into laughter.

The security guards lead you both to the side stage to continue watching the show. Within half an hour, the concert ended, and the boys were wishing everyone a good night.

Your nerves were in knots as you watched Angus running off stage.

"Cody, I'm going to faint," you whisper yelled.

"You won't, sweetie," he reassured you. "Listen, this is the best day of my life, so don't you dare take all the attention."

Nodding, you took a few deep breaths.

"Hey, guys! How did you like the show?" Angus asked, running up to you with a big grin.

"It was amazing! You guys were great like always," you answered, smiling from ear to ear.

"Thanks, darlin. So how long have you two been dating?"

"Us?! Haha, noo way," Cody answered, laughing at the very thought of it.

"No, we're best friends. Cody's like a brother to me."

"Oh, sorry, my bad. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Cody," Angus said, thrusting his hand forward. Cody eagerly grabbed it.

"So this is the girl who stole my show," Brian said, walking up to us. "It's nice to meet you both. I didn't catch your name."

"I'm Cody," he answered, fist-pumping Brian.

"So, would you guys like to come and hang out with us tomorrow?" Angus asked, looking at you.

Blushing, you looked at Cody, who was nodding profusely.

"Sure, that would be soo fun! Where should we meet you guys?"

"I'll have to talk to Malcome and see when we can hang out. Could I have your phone number so I can call you and figure things out?"

"Sure!" You quickly scribbled your number on a small paper you found in your pocket. Your fingers brushed against Angus's as you passed him the paper. A deep blush crept into your cheeks as you said your goodbyes to the band.

"Well, I'm officially okay with dying," Cody said, happily sighing.

"Why?"

"Because I got to shake the god himself Brian Johnson's hand. What more could this life offer?"

Shaking your head, you unlocked the car. "Well, I couldn't exactly put my happiness in those words. But dude, I feel like I'm on top of the world!" you screeched.

"Sheesh, girl, my goddamn ears!" Cody grumbled, cupping his hands around his ears.

"He has my fricken number tho!"

"I was impressed at how smoothly he got your number. I respect a man how can get a lady's number with that much style."

Completely ignoring Cody's comment, you thought back to the feeling of Angus's fingers brushing against yours. It felt like electricity. 'Tomorrow. I can't fucking wait for tomorrow!'

Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm literally dying from a stomach flu, so this chapter wasn't as good as I wanted it to be :/ but I hope you guys enjoy! :) I want to thank @longwaytothetop for requesting this imagine.