She's crossing me with magnetic sand
She hypnotize with her mojo hand...
She got the medicine that everybody wants
Ah, ah,
She got the medicine that everybody wants
Ah, ah,
She got the medicine that everybody wants
Ah, ah,
She got the medicine that everybody waaants!
I looked back at Rachel, and he smirked at me. I pointed at him, continuing to sing. I couldn't hear him, but I could tell he was laughing at me. I smiled back, then turning to look at Orion, who gave me a nod.
After the next verse, I started getting anxious.
Policy woman came a rolling into town
She got all the gentlemen to follow her down
She found the diamonds hidden in the drain
She disappeared on the ghost train
You like the way that she makes you feel<
She got you spinning on her policy wheel
Deep in the night, when no one's around
I've got a plan to take that woman down
I swayed my hips, trying to look as sexy as I could. Problem was, Rachel was really enjoying distracting me with his best 'fuck-me' eyes. And I was falling for it.
I rolled my eyes at him and he chuckled.
"Goddammit Rachel," I muttered, turning my head from the mic.
"You good?" Ori whispered.
"Bolan down there is giving me 'fuck-me' eyes and it's rather distracting," I complained.
He laughed as I moved back to the microphone.
She got the medicine that everybody wants
Ah, ah,
She got the medicine that everybody wants
Ah, ah,
She got the medicine that everybody wants
Ah, ah,
She got the medicine that everybody wants!
Rachel looked rather appeased with himself, his cocky smile and hand running through his long hair.
I stole her bag of rattling bones
Her fast-luck oil and her magic stones
I swept up her magnetic sand
I took her love potion and her mojo hand, now
I got the medicine that everybody wants
I got the medicine that everybody wants
I got the medicine that everybody wants
I got the medicine that everybody wants
We went into the solo which completely distracted me from Rachel's glare. Now this was the part that made me nervous. Drum solo.
Ori and I put our guitars over our backs, running over to the drum kit and grabbing some sticks, just banging on it.
After approximately 5 minutes of that, I walked back.
She got the medicine, she got the medicine, she got the medicine that everybody wants.
We finished up the set, ending with Free Bird, of course.
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I walked out from backstage, heading straight for the bar.
"Hello, beautiful," I heard someone confidently say from behind me. Fucking Rachel.
"Hey, thanks for distracting me the whole time, that was really helpful."
"I could 'distract you' all night, if you let me."
"You see, the only problem is, I'm not gonna fuck you."
"Mhm wait till I get you backstage."
"In you dreams, Bolan."
"How much do you bet that I could get you to fuck me by the end of the night?"
I turned to him and put my arms around his neck, him resting his hands on my waist.
"Nothing, because it won't happen unless I'm as drunk as hell, and I'm not planning on even being tipsy tonight."
"So I can't buy the pretty lady a drink?"
I swayed my hips, making him get even more turned on.
"In 10,000 years, Bolan. Do you even know my name?"
"Yes, Baz, I do. Now just let me show you want I'm all about."
"You don't even know me,"
"But I sure would like to," he retorted, pressing his lips to my neck.
Then I saw something I didn't want to see. Duff, with his lips all over some girl's neck, leading her into the bathroom. I pushed Rachel off of me, storming off.
He started to follow me, so I sped up.
Then Izzy grabbed his wrist. He didn't say anything, he just looked at Rachel and then pointed to Duff.
"Oh, they're..."
"They just got in a fight. I would recommend letting her be."
"No, I've gotta say sorry, if I would've known, I wouldn't have come onto her like that."
I snuck a bottle of vodka from my dressing room, then sitting on the steps beside the stage and chugging it. I felt like crying.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know..." he trailed off, sitting next to me and putting his arm around my waist. I complied and rested my head on his shoulder.
"It's ok," I responded, sipping more of the alcohol.
"Do you want me to buy you a drink? Or maybe some food?" He asked.
"I'm not hungry."
"You look like you haven't eaten in days." He stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me up with him.
"And that's not your problem."
"Let me help you."
And just then, I felt the sudden urge to throw up.
"Rachel, I feel sick."
"Ugh-ok, I've got you," he said, supporting me as I stumbled over to the bathroom.
"Rachel, I don't-" and there it was. He held back my hair as I puked in the disgusting toilet.
"Shh...you need to eat something,"
Suddenly someone peaked there head through the door, but I didn't bother to look.
"Bolan, she ok?" The mysterious voice questioned.
"Just, uh..." Rachel stood up, walking over and whispering something inaudible to him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, man. I'm Richie, Richie Sambora. I'm guessing your that girl Guns keeps talking about?"
"You're the Bon Jovi guitarist," I mumbled, falling back against Rachel.
"Yep."
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Free Bird -a Guns N' Roses Fanfic
FanfictionSex, drugs, n' rock n' roll. That's how Baz has dreamed to live her life. She doesn't care if she's mean and she does things her way. What'll happen when she runs into an up-and-coming band that just won't leave her alone? I don't own any companie...
