Stevie, a 18 year old girl from california. She had her own band, and her own problems. being brought into the Mötley Crüe scene as their groupie friend she faced a lot of challenges with the four boys around, like falling in love. She tried so har...
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Stevie, her hair long and flowy. her eyes as dark as the sea and her curvy legs long. She made sure to make an appearance at all times. Her legs stood toned in short leather shorts and a cropped ripped up band tee. her hair sat at an angle at the curve of her back, she smelt of cigarettes and cedar wood. the eyeliner on her eyes stood blatant and made her angled features seem more harsh. Her band members, Etta and Rivers made up the band "suite 19" which was very popular amongst the sunset strip.
Being a very popular band, all three were invited to play a gig at the whiskey a go-go the most popular bar in California, lots of bands had played there and Stevie was just happy to get the tiniest bit of attention from the male gaze. They arrived eagerly at the whiskey a go-go sweat already dripping down the British drummers face "Hey rivers, you got something" Stevie threw him a tissue before grabbing her jacket and getting out of the car. She could already see the intense amount of people who were already there, the cars pulling up one by one just to see them live. Stevie was worried, she didn't want to fuck anything up on stage. She walked inside of the bar, her band mates following after her.
Stevie's boots hit the cold ground as she made her way to the dressing room. When they made it in, she set down her jacket and sat in front of the table that was lined with mirrors. She put her makeup on, making it as smudged as she could. Her lipstick circled around her smooth lips with ease. She clicked the cap on, flipping her wavy hair behind her shoulder. She stood up looking at her outfit, the way the leather of the shorts rose up and the way her shirt rose just below her bra made her look finished, the look of the easy pretty rockstar. "You know steve, maybe this persona your putting on could attract the wrong people." Rivers spoke, his accent slurring between the multiple swigs of jack he took to calm himself down.
"Shut up drummer. maybe you need a persona, you're fucking boring." She rolled her eyes stealing the jack from his hands. She gulped the liquid and set it down "Don't tell me who i should be rivers, you're just my drummer. Remember that." She put her guitar on and puffed her hair up before walking out of the dressing room and up onto the stage. Her eyes immediately synced with a black haired boy wearing leather pants, a leather jacket and a red shirt. he had lines of black on his cheeks and a smile plastered on his face. "This is suite 19!" she yelled. She winked at the boy across the bar before the music started "When you climb to the top Of the mountain Look out over the sea" her voice was loud and soft "Think about The places perhaps Where a young man could be Then you jump back down To the rooftops Look out over the town..."
As her bands music finished, she hopped off of the stage running her ring filled hand through her hair. She walked with her band to the bar and ordered their drinks. Looking over she saw the same guy, with puffy black hair and a smug look. He was talking to three other guys, one was short and blonde and wore blue leather pants.. the other was taller, brown hair and wore his drumsticks around the belt loops of his pants. The last one looked old, his hair was puffy just like the one wearing red, he wore all black and combat boots.
