Free Bird -a Guns N' Roses Fanfic

Band

  "So, Slash, you play guitar?" I asked.

  "Yep."

  "I'm actually in a band. Guns N' Roses. We just got back from a trip, so we're pretty tired. I just heard about the audition and I decided to check it out." He said.

  "Cool." I dragged. We went on about guitars and music for a long time. I still didn't like the idea of him being here, but whatever.

  "Why don't y'all plan a date or something so that I don't have to hear about all your nerdiness?" Oliv said, looking at me with a smug smile.

  "Date?! No way!!" I yelled through the car. Slash chuckled in the backseat.

  "Hang out. We'll hang out." He said, calming me down.

  "Not alone." I enforced as I turned in the seat and gave him a smirk. He laughed.

  "Oh, turn left here and you'll see the house with the toilet paper in the tree." He said, giving directions.

  "Why the hell is there—"

  "Steven did it." He mentioned as we pulled up.

  "Who's Steven?"

  "You'll see. Wanna come in for a few? They're bound to be awake."

  "Umm... not really..." "ok!" Oliv and I said at the same time. I gave her a dirty look and then followed him with Oliv trailing behind me. He let me in first while he started talking to Oliv.

  I looked around a little as Slash started to yell.

  "COMPANY'S HERE! WAKE UP FUCKERS!" He screamed.

  "I thought you said they wer—" I was cut off again.

  "They live their lives eating, sleeping, and playing. Don't sweat it." He said.

  A thin guy with black greasy hair walked over and sat on the couch silently. A guy with poofy blonde hair and a pair of drumsticks bounced in and shook my hand, then went to sit on the back of the couch, facing me. Then a redhead emerged, looking like he hadn't slept in days, until he saw me and his face lit up. He sat on the arm of the couch. Last but not least, a man holding a bottle of vodka drug himself in and sat next to the greasy haired guy.

  Slash slowly introduced each one.

  "That's Izzy, that's Axl, that's Duff, and that's—"

  "Steven!" He said, throwing the drumsticks in the air and catching them.

  "Nice to meet you guys," I said as they all tried to respond at once.

  "So guess what Baz here just did?" He exclaimed.

  "I just went to an audition, and they gave me a record label." I realized how nonchalantly I said that.

  They all gasped and cheered. They continued talking for a few minutes, and Duff started up a conversation, away from everyone else. Just not the conversation I wanted to be in.

"Hey, sweetheart."

"I have a name."

"Hey, Baz,"

"What do you want?"

"I want to take you on a date."

"In your dreams,"

"You're really pretty, you know that?"

"Shut it."

"But then—"

"Don't try me."

  "Baz, why don't you show us something? You can use my Les Paul," he said, handing me the beautiful guitar. He plugged it in and I tested it. Beautiful.

  "What should I play?" I asked Slash.

  "How about the song that just won you that label." He said with a smug expression. I nodded and started to play. Now Izzy looked like he was enjoying my presence. He sat backwards, leaning his elbows against the back of the sofa and and staring at the guitar.

  "If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on now
'Cause there's too many places I've got to see"

  Axl looked at me in shock when I started singing. He was elated when I went in the chorus and he started to sing along. I won't deny it, he has an amazing voice. Steven just flashed that beautiful smile of his, lighting up the room as he went over to his drum kit. Duff caught on and picked up his bass which was in the corner. We all started playing and we had a blast. Izzy and Slash sat together and swayed to the music.

  We went into the solo and Axl joined the two on the couch. Slash had a smug expression and Axl looked like he had just found the love of his life. Izzy stared intently at the slide I had on my finger and observed my every move.

  I yet again fell to my knees and leaned back, holding the guitar to my chest. We rocked out and I felt like I was somewhere else. Izzy grabbed his guitar and started up the rhythm. I was sweating and my makeup was messed up but I didn't care. Who new jamming in a random guys house at 11pm would be so much fun? I leaned forward again and looked back at Izzy, giving him a grin. This was the best night of my life, easily.

  When we were done, I stood up and wiped my forehead. Axl had grabbed me some water. They all clapped.

  "Thank you guys... That was fun." I panted, then drinking some water.

  "You can really shred a guitar. I can't wait to buy your first album." Izzy said.

  "Great, I already have boys swooning." I mumbled.

  "What'd you say?" Izzy asked. I flipped him off.

"Oliv, I guess we should get going now. Here's my number so we can do this again sometime. NOT A DATE." I insured, writing my number down on a flyer that was in my back pocket.

  They all shouted bye in different forms as we walked out the door.

  That was actually kinda fun.