Feel The Noise

Chapter One

~ This is a Rock of Ages spin off fan fiction story set after Wolfgang Von Colt and Sherrie Christian found fame and The Bourbon Room gained populatiry. ~

Enjoy.

Margo

1988

 "I can't believe I'm going to do this." I whispered to myself as I layed in my bed at one in the morning, the feelings of butterflies floating around in my stomach. I stared at the ceiling, my hands clutched together being held to my chest. The darkness surrounded me, my window was open a crack, letting in some moonlight and an evening summer breeze. A simply calm night, but my thoughts were anything but calm.  The sheer curtains moved with the wind as my mind reeled.

I've been introverted and isolated all my life living in Airway Heights, Washington. My mother and father raised my little sister and I here since we were born. I've never been the reckless type, I've always done what was expected of me. When I was in school I got exceptional grades just to please my parents, I've worked since I was 16, making my own money. Little did they know, I've been secretly saving some of my income to put towards my dream. I've spent 19 years here in Washington, living out in the dirt road country. Now, I'm finally leaving. I'm going to California.

Whether my family likes it or not.

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 I've loved music since I was a little girl. I could sing before I could even speak. My passion lies in music, it always has. I'll never forget my father listening to his tapes with me, we'd sit down in the living room of our large country home and play tapes for hours. His trusty tape player never failed us once, it continued to play for years and still works. He also had a record player and some records to his name that were special to him. 

My dad got me into music, he introduced me to all genres. I fell in love with the feeling music gave me and the tunes themselves. The stories in the songs and albums, the messages, it all saved me. Although, one genre in particular saved me; Rock 'n' Roll.

We'd sit, me in his lap, or sitting pretzel legged on the floor listening to music. We'd listen to Led Zeppelin, Robert Plant's voice echoed through my head and hit my soul. We'd even listen to The Runaways, my dad liked their raw sound. We'd sing along to Queen and David Bowie. As well as The Rolling Stones and The Mama & the Papas. He even played the powerful sound of the Stooges to perk up our ears and satisfy our hearts.

Then, the music progressed. I grew up, the scene changed and new tapes and occasional records were bought. The bands and musicians I started listening to sparked something inside of me that could never lose it's fire. I kept listening to David Bowie's new stuff, Kiss's new material as well etc. I began to gain a big love for metal as well, as did my father at the time. 

Def Leppard, Iron Maiden, AC/DC and Arsenal among so many other musicians and bands made me who I am today. My favorite artists that really got me insanely inspired are none other than the band Wolfgang Von Colt and Sherrie Christian. I started listening to them because of Stacee Jaxx's solo career after Aresenal ended. Stacee had given them their big break while he was on tour with them. Without their music, I don't know what I'd be. The power, the rawness, the freedom the music and the musicians exuded captivated me and before I knew it, my soul was sold to music/rock n roll.

I want to be a rock star. I want to be in a band with people who are just as passionate about music as I am. I want to make music and share it with people, to tour the world and please fans. I want to write heartfelt yet mighty lyrics that speak to people and reach into their souls. My dream is to play the now infamous club named The Bourbon Room. After Arsenal and Stacee Jaxx played the club, it blew up and even more so after Wolfgang Von Colt's career took off as well as Sherrie's. My goal is to become a successful musician, and I'm going to work my ass off to get there.

Morning came and the sun filtered into my room brightly, my eyes flickered open as I groggily sat up in my bed. My wavy curls were a mess that fell in my face. The rock posters that displayed themselves on my walls covered the pale blue wall paper of my spacious bedroom. It was cleaned and vacuumed yesterday, because I know what I'm venturing off to do today.

The realization made a knot form in my stomach and my head spin slightly. I'm leaving for Los Angeles, California today. I'm actually doing this, I've planned it for years and I can't give it up now. It's now or never, today's the day.

I could hear the birds chirping from outside the open window. I threw myself out of bed, shutting the open window. I took a deep breath in, mentally preparing myself for today. My eyes landed on my old Fender acoustic guitar my dad bought me for my 10th birthday. I remember how thrilled I was when I unwrapped the box, I began to start self teaching as soon as I entered middle school.

I wandered over to it, it's worn finish and was slightly concealed with a few vintage Japanese stickers my cousin gave to me after he visited Japan years ago. I slung it around my shoulders, the thick black strap hung perfectly around me. I strummed a chord, then fingered a quick Aresenal song solo that took me weeks to solidly learn.

Am I crazy for actually thinking about leaving my home town on my own for the first time for God only knows how long? I've saved money for years to do this. I planned, I was smart about it. If I chicken out I'd never forgive myself. I put the beloved guitar in it's case and closed it.

I made my way out of my bedroom and into the bathroom, trying to tame my wavy, black, wild hair and freshen up before I went downstairs for breakfast with my family. Once I did, I trotted down the stairs past hanging photos of the family to see their woken up faces looking straight at me.

"Good morning!" My father gave me a typical greeting, I nodded with a warm smile. My dad's peppery short hair was combed through and his large glasses sat on his face. His mustache was well groomed and his fatherly grin made an ache form in my stomach again, knowing that I'll miss that grin when I'm gone.

"You can make whatever you'd like for breakfast, honey. We all had something different." My mother chimed in with her thin floral bath robe tied around her small waist. Her long dark brown hair hit her shoulders, her blue eyes were on my hazel ones. She walked out of the yellow wall papered kitchen to get ready for the day.

"Okay." I smiled a little too big for my own good to hide my lingering nervousness. My dad read the paper across from my little sister who ate her sugary cereal with glee as we greeted each other. Her tight curly hair flopped around crazily, she has my mom's button nose.

"So Margo..." My dad started speaking as I fixed myself a bowl of cereal. "I was thinking we could head into town today, I need to get a few things." 

I need a few things too before I leave. My family doesn't even know I plan on leaving tonight, they don't know I'm leaving at all. 

"Can I come?" My little sister, Nora said as she put her bowl in the sink. My sister is 15 years old, she's a shy, old soul that dresses like a hippie. We're close, I'd go to hell and back for that girl.

"No, you're staying here with your mother to help around the house today." My father told her with a deep, manly tone. Nora frowned for a second, but nodded in response.

"Yeah, that sounds good, dad." I said with casual tone, he nodded. I ate my cereal at the table in my pajamas, Nora smiled at me and also walked out of the room to get dressed and help my mother in the green house and such.

I ate my cereal as my dad drank his coffee and read the newspaper in silence, wondering how today is going to unfold. I may be nervous, but my strong desire still remains as I hope good odds are on my side.