Knockin' on Heaven's Door (Axl Rose)

7: Sex Appeal

"Oh, c'mon Steven! I paid good money for that skirt!" I complained, watching as the drummer took a pair of scissors to the skirt, not measuring to make sure that it would at least cover my underwear. 

"You'll make it back. It wasn't your money to begin with." He picked up a white shirt, cutting a big hole in one of the short sleeves. "Try that on," He suggested, throwing it at me. I went to leave to find an empty room to change, but he stopped me. "Just change here."

"It would be a sin for you to see me dressed in only my underwear," I said plainly. "I'd much rather find some privacy."

"You won't find any here. I won't look, just change for me. It's not like I'm seeing you naked." I grimaced at his comment. Something told me that I wouldn't be getting off the hook, so I simply turned around and slipped the shirt I was wearing over my head. I folded it carefully before putting it neatly on my bed, and then put the shirt that Steven had just cut for me on. The neckline had been cut, causing the shirt to slip off my left shoulder. On the other side, the sleeve had this gaping hole in it. At least it covered my stomach, but I felt like I was popping out everywhere!

I turned around to face Steven, who looked me over. "That's a start." There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" He said for me.

Duff opened the door. "We're going out for-" He stopped talking when he saw me. "Damn, Lucy. Where are you goin' all sexy?"

"She's not finished yet. I've still gotta find a skirt that goes with that top. And do you know how to braid hair?" The blond drummer started talking faster than I could think, holding up two skirts next to each other and then tossing them back onto the floor.

Duff wrinkled his nose. "A little bit."

"Then get some hairspray and start fixing that mess," He gestured generally to me, and I put my hands on my hips, a little hurt my his comment.

"I'm not a mess!" I protested.

"Not for much longer," Duff smirked, grabbing the can of hairspray and the comb that was on the floor in front of the room's tiny mirror. "Look down," He told me, and I did so. He started brushing my hair in the wrong direction, then braiding it upwards. "Do you have an elastic?" He asked me.

Steven tossed him a rubber band. "This was in one of the pockets. I'll bet she bought this skirt at a thrift store." He held up a blue one with lace. Then he started cutting it. Duff finally let me look upwards, and I could no longer see what the drummer was doing. There was a tail of curly hair from what he couldn't braid, and he started teasing that with the comb.

"You're making a mess of my hair," I complained. No longer did I worry about the sin of that, knowing that it was alright to be a little bit unhappy every once in a while. Even God had told me that when I started worrying to Him. Duff sprayed and teased, pulling and yanking my hair as he pleased as it grew more and more ridiculous. "You don't know what you're doing. You should get Slash, at least he's got curly hair." Duff stopped and walked in front of me, pouting.

"Have you not seen these locks?" He asked, touching his own hair. "I know what I'm doing, sweetheart. Just close your pretty eyes, shut your mouth, and let me do this." I sighed as I complied. "Why are you helping her anyway?" He asked Steven, who held a skirt against my body, taking measurements. 

"I want her to stick around, and she likes Axl. I think this is as good a way of any to help her out a little. I mean, face it, she's clearly never even gotten her feet wet. And for everything that we've seen, I think that we owe her a favor or two. I mean, after all, she did save our asses at-"

"I remember, I remember," Duff cut the drummer off. He didn't want to bring up an incident that had happened two nights ago. They were backstage at a show, and they were totally losing their minds. They'd had way too much cocaine, and couldn't walk in a straight line, much less perform. So I did what had to be done, and I stalled. While they struggled to get their instruments set up, I begged Axl to tell me how to keep the crowd entertained before they rioted. I got a crash course in strip dancing in five minutes. I ripped my shirt and pants off, and I did what had to be done. That carried on for maybe fifteen minutes. Izzy stood on the side of the stage and motioned for me to come off, so I dropped to my knees for the crowd once more before getting up and getting off. That was way out of my comfort zone, and I went straight to pray immediately afterwards. Duff and Steven thanked me endlessly for it. 

"Say, where did  you learn how to dance like that?" Steven asked, putting a hand to his chin. I'd partially used some of the powers I'd been given to win over the crowd, making them love me even if I was doing a horrible job, and partially pretended that I was water. I'd actually been watching some girls dance on this music video on a channel called MTV. I'd executed what I could recall from that too. 

"She's ready," Duff said, spraying my hair all over once more. It was piled on my head in a way that was both purposeful and messy. I barely recognized myself, but I didn't hate it. Steven handed me the skirt, and I took it. They both turned around while I put it on, now feeling way underdressed. 

"You can look now," I said. They both looked me over. Steven nodded slowly. 

"Add a little makeup and you'll be perfect," The bassist told me.

After the stuff that they clumped on my face was done, I really didn't know who was being reflected back at me at all. But I did know that it was for sure getting attention, because every single head turned when I walked out to the apartment's living room area. Even the heads of the other girls who were hanging out. Axl was practically drooling, which was exactly what I wanted to happen. I finally had all of his attention, and I could use it to make him a good person. 

And if all else failed, I would have to use persuasion.