Rock 'N' Roll Singer

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There is no protocol for meeting a rock star. Oh, sure, you can pretend all you want that you know what you'd say, choosing the perfect words and sounding sure of yourself, but that's only in daydreams. The kinds that I have when I'm laying in bed wondering what my life would be like if I was ever that lucky. So, what did I say?

"Bon Scott," I gasped. My mind scrambled to continue the thought. "Like, the real you and not a photo on my wall!"

     Ha.

     Moving on from that blunder, I tried to laugh it off like it was just another one of my witty remarks I would casually make. Bon seemed to find it funny as his face glowed a shade of strawberry red. His smile creeped across his face until it reached his ears and held on for dear life.

"I like you. You must be the funny one. Every group's gotta have their little characters; I'm the drunkard."

It was my turn to laugh.

"Let me guess," He put a finger to his lip as if he was about to enter deep contemplation. "This was your first time singing outside of the shower or your bedroom?"

I nodded sheepishly.

"You really should get back on. I want to hear more!"

"E-Excuse me?" I managed to sputter out.

"Go back! Keep singing! I think your band is still there." He held my hand and tried to pull me back up.

"I'd rather not..."

He looked a bit confused, but pressed on, asking me what kind of rock I liked to listened to.

"Don't be shy, love," I could tell he was trying to be nice, but I felt like I was going to be sick.

"I can't." I shook my head and recoiled. My whole body was shaking now as my hand slipped out of Bon's grip.

His face fell pretty quickly as he tried to apologise for being forceful; his brows knitted together worriedly.

"Hey, it's alright..." He said gently, as if he were comforting a crying child. "You don't have to go back on if you don't want to, I guess."

"No, no! It's just that I... well... those guys scared the living daylights out of me." I sighed.

"I get it. It's not always easy to deal with a rough crowd when you're starting out."

"I was going to sing an AC/DC song."

The words came rushing out all at once in a long, nervous sentence. Was I trying to impress him by name-dropping his own band?

"Were you now? Which one would that be?"

"'Rock 'N' Roll Singer.'" I swallowed.

He simply nodded. I was shaking in my platforms at what it meant. Nod as in, Cool, or as in, You think you're that good, huh?

"Any chance I could get a private concert?" He smiled. His eyes lit up at the prospect.

Silence.

"C'mon, if you're not gonna do it in front of those guys, at least sing for me."

I gave it a bit of thought, though he got me before I could even say it.

"I can see it in your eyes. They're saying, yes, yes, yes!" His own went wide as I had seen in interviews, only more expectant than mischievous. Maybe part of him wondered if I would be the first girl to ever turn him down.