...and she's just my type. [Adam Yauch / OC]

Let it flow

A/N: All previous chapters have sort of worked as an introduction to the upcoming issue. It's all been building up to this. Also, Adam Horovitz is on this one, so for differenciate properly, Adam is Yauch and Ad is Horovitz.

June 1987. San Diego.

The past year had been slightly better. I had landed two roles in some low budget movies and was modeling a lot more, which secured me a place to rent, food on my table, and enough extra cash to have fun. But I was still struggling with the drugs and my psycho agent that insisted in putting me up for rent with men around town. Every once in a while, I'd be watching TV or listening to the radio and I get to hear the Beastie Boys. I felt some sort of weird proudness of knowing they were becoming successful, even when my past with the raspy voiced Adam didn't ended in the best of terms. Last time I had seen him was outside of a club, and I sort of had promised to go and see him perform, but that didn't came to be. So naturally, when I heard they were coming to the west coast again, I tried to make sure I was available to attend one of their shows. In fact their first in the state.

I put together an outfit that reminded me of the day we first met and grabbed the 3 hour train to San Diego. I rarely went outside of the general Los Angeles area so I was really risking it, but I felt like I owe it to him. I had to be there. Halfway my trip, I got a message on my pager. It was my agent, asking me to head somewhere and meet with someone. I doubted if I should get off the next train station and head back, but instead I just turned the thing off. I needed today, even if I didn't met Adam again, I had to try. I knew I was going to get into trouble, but he was damn worth it. The afternoon passed quickly, a big line queued up outside of the venue. It was a huge place, and I knew my chances of seeing Adam here were slim. He was a celebrity now. People wanted to hang out with him, or at least catch a glimpse of him. But I also knew they probably would go out for the night after the show, and that's what I needed to find. The show itself was powerful. I still find it odd how many people go crazy with these songs, which clearly are a joke... A joke many of these kids in the crowd live by. And I can't believe they have the energy to go for a full hour jumping, yelling and weirdly dancing. By the time the show is over, the crowd is still pumping for more, but my goal is to track down where the after party was going to be. Unlike the LA area, here I didn't knew much about the scene... Will they look over my fake ID?

I tried four different clubs, and I couldn't find a glimpse of Adam or his band mates and friends. I was about to give up, but I decided to keep my search for two more clubs. The first that I put my eyes on was Ad-rock and I knew if he was in here, so would Adam. I became anxious and began searching like crazy in almost every table. When I did found him, it was my turn to be disappointed. He had his arms wrapped around another girl, his lips locked into another mouth, his hair being tugged by another hands. How could I feel pain about losing a boy it was never mine to begin with? My thoughts and broken heart got distracted when a pair of hands got hold of one of mine. "Hello beauty, would you grant me this song?", a high pitched voice said. I turned to face him, and it was Ad-Rock. A side of me wanted to just get out of there and jump in the first train back to Los Angeles, but another of me insisted in enjoying the evening, even with the pain. I smiled to Ad, and headed down to dance around with him over a Depeche Mode song. I'm not gonna lie, my mind was still on Adam, but Ad was a fun guy too, and he kept me on my toes all song long. And then he just walked away and danced around with another girl. Hold on a minute, you mean the songs are not a joke? Have they lost their minds? Am I just a girlie Adam met in Los Angeles, probably just like the hundreds he has met all over the country? Am I just one of the bunch?

My thoughts got overwhelming and I lost clarity of the place. I walked to the bathroom, my eyes already teary and broke down crying in one of the cubicles. Did I really came all the way to San Diego just to get my heart broken? No, I would not. I was already in trouble, at very least I could get up to him and talk. Close that chapter of my life. For fucks sake, it's been two years since I met him and I haven't been able to get him out of my head. I got my tough girl act together, cleaned my tears, fixed my makeup and walked out of there, ready to face Adam. I walk near the table I had just seen him in but he's not there. I look at the dancefloor, but he's not dancing either. Did he leave already? God, I don't want to picture with whom or to do what. My eyes keep wondering amongst the crowd, trying to catch a glimpse of him, but I still don't see him. Suddenly, Mike D walks into my field of vision and stares at me. Did he recognise me? Oh shit, he does! He walks up to me and whispers on my ear "I think he went to the bathroom", with a little nod towards that direction, and I just smile at him and walk back to that area. Just as I'm about to enter the hallway leading to them, I crash into a man's chest. I excuse myself only to see it's Adam. He stares at my eyes, and doesn't even blink while my smile starts to shine. His eyes look up to the crowd behind us and he just grabs my hand and leads me out of the place.