"She's a red headed woman with a cigarette and evil in her eyes, she's a red headed woman with a cigarette that's her clever disguise." - Samson, Regina Spektor.
LA, mid 90s.
Diane Larkin is the lead singer of Garbage who, after a rather eventful li...
The place was packed with people, a situation like that was usual for a punk rock band like NUFAN. Diane looked around searching for familiar faces with zero results. "Hey! Come on, I found the passes!" Claudia yelled at her because of the too loud shouting of the audience, attracting several dirty looks from a group of girls. The tallest put one of the tags around her neck, where it was written "Foxy" and that made her turn up her nose. "What? I've heard Dave call you that a lot of times." The other arises, removing all her doubts.
"Chris!" Claudia threw herself on the neck of a boy slightly shorter than her, with long blond hair and blue eyes. "You finally arrived." He printed a kiss on her cheek, loosening her embrace to peek his head over her shoulder. "A dear friend of mine, Diane Larkin." He made a surprised face before preparing to shake her hand vigorously. "The pleasure is mine, I'm Chris Shiflett. I loved the live at the Viper." The redhead returned the smile, thanking him timidly. She will never get used to this. They spent at least 15 minutes talking about their respective bands and their musical influences. "5 minutes!" Yelled a man from the door of the dressing room of the group and everyone began to leave the room. "Good luck, Chris. See you after the concert." - "Duty, I have to offer you two beers!"
The two stood on either side of the stage, watching the audience squirm and push more and more towards the musicians. Claudia was talking to some girls when Diane's attention was caught by two guys who started jumping in the crowd. "They are two morons." Said a voice behind her. "Nate!" The redhead welcomed him into her arms, really happy to see him again after several weeks. "I thought you wouldn't come, especially with these two beasts." - "I thought so too. Pat wouldn't be able to contain two, so I decided to help him." He laughed, while the guitarist who was mentioned just before handed him a bottle of beer. "Nothing for me?" She asked Pat who shrugged before taking a sip from his bottle. "There's the bar back here, they'll let you go first 'cause you have the pass." The redhead reached out to check the situation and there was definitely too much crowd for her liking, thus deciding to postpone her drinking. "How did you manage to enter?" The two looked into each other's eyes and immediately burst out laughing. "Because we're in the Foo Fighters, maybe."
Diane had been trying to sneak away for hours now, leaving Claudia with Pat and Nate to carve out five minutes alone backstage. She hid behind the drawers of wires and tools, sniffing two tiny teaspoons of cocaine. "Fuck, Diane. You don't even try to hide." - "Taylor, holy shit, are you following me now?" The drummer laughed, leaning his arm against the wall, almost blocking the redhead between him and the wall. "Not really, the group took a little break and I wanted to go say hello." He announced putting his sunglasses on his head, pinning his blondes back. "Where's Dave?" - "In line at the bathroom, you have nothing to worry about." He approached the envelope Diane was holding with his index finger, barely touching it and playing with it. "Help yourself, as long as you don't open your mouth." The girl gives up, opening the envelope to make him draw it with the little spoon provided by herself. The two, after spending a good half hour together, more sniffing than talking, entered the backstage embraced, with the drummer's arm around the shoulders of the redhead who was slightly crouched against his chest. "Ok, what's going on here?" Dave asked, almost appearing in front of the two, looking at them from head to toe and pointing at them with his index finger. "Where did you come from?" Taylor asked, shaking her hand on Diane's shoulder. This caused the singer to raise an eyebrow who, before answering, took a sip of his beer. "From the stage, of course." - "Have you already let Claudia refuse you?" The blond stands, looking questioningly at the girl next to him. "We haven't had a chance to talk yet." - "Who is Claudia?"
"I'm only happy when it rains. Pour some misery on me. Pour some misery on me. Pour some misery on me..." Diane took the headphones off her head, opening the eyes and looking at Butch who was behind the glass, behind the control commands, and he gave her an okay with his hand, looking at those present in the room with a wide smile on his face. "Perfect, if we continue like this the album will be ready by September." He said close to his microphone to make the redhead hear it too as she put her hands on her chest and half bowed forward before exiting the box. "Do you need any backup singers?" Dave asked, making her blow up due to his sudden appearance. "What the fuck, Eric." The redhead gave him a punch on the arm causing a reaction to say the least exaggerated by the singer who whimpered, turning to the blond, who was behind him, looking for help. "Taylor, sooner or later I'll ask for a restraining order, I'm warning you." She threatened while looking him straight in his eyes, then smiling at the confused expression who appeared on the face of the drummer, before taking him by the arm and carrying him along the corridor, leaving the singer thrilled once again.
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"Hey D?" Taylor caught her attention, making her look away from the white line she had just drawn on the bathroom sink. "Yes, Taylor?" She tucked her hair behind her ears before tucking it all to one side so it wouldn't bother her when she bent over. "I... you know, I was thinking..." - "Taylor, straight to the point." He rolled his eyes snorting, pulling his glasses off his head to put them back on his nose. "There would be an event on Friday, Alanis has some nominations and they invited us too, I'd like you to be my +1." While she listened to his proposal, Diane bent down to sniff the line prepared a few moments before, waiting at least 2 minutes before giving him an actual answer. "I'd love to, thank you." She left him a line ready before taking her things and approaching him, looking him straight in her eyes. "But you will supply us that evening." She put a hand on his face, placing a kiss on his lips that made him catch his breath in his throat, being unexpected. "You understood?" He nodded, making her smile before leaving him alone in the bathroom.
