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You can never have too many classic rock one shots, can y...
Muse: American Actress, Screenwriter, Singer, Songwriter Karen Black Musician: English Multi-instrumentalist and Guitarist of Led Zeppelin, Jimmy Page Time: Early to Mid Seventies
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What a wonderful, dreary day. As Rhoda sat above the sleepy city with a rather uncomfortable looking Jimmy Page, she couldn't help but admire the foggy town that sat perfectly below a steel-blue and cloudy sky.
"God, what city are we in, again?" Rhoda chuckled with squinted eyes, having lost track during the tour. She was traveling with Led Zeppelin as a lighting technician and had grown quite close with the band.
"I'm not sure either," Jimmy laughed lightly, more of a forceful exhale than anything. "I've got a splitting headache from those bloody lights."
"Well, mister Page, the lights wouldn't hurt your pretty little eyes if you didn't stare into them the whole damn show!" Page's cheeks blushed slightly, but Rhoda wasn't looking at him to notice. Her eyes were busy scanning over the captivating architecture of the unknown city.
"I'm only looking to see if you're watching." The man admitted shyly, comforted by the fact that she wasn't looking at him.
"Why, of course I'm watching! I gotta look at y'all to making sure I'm lighting ye, don't I?" Her thick Memphis drawl revealed itself as it so often did, the culprit behind the relentless lighthearted teasing from the band. Herself and the handsome Australian sound tech were the only two non-English folks on this tour, so they stuck to each other like white on rice.
"Say, I could really use somethin' to eat. How's about you and me go find some lunch?" Rhoda suggested eagerly, taking her second drag out of her neglected, half-burned cigarette. She flicked the long cylinder of ash into the little glass ashtray she snagged from her hotel room before she made her way onto the terrace.
It was hardly lunchtime, around 5pm, and the greying sky only made it feel later. Still, the band and staff had a day off before hitting the road for a show tomorrow, so the two could do whatever they pleased. Rhoda woke up at about 2pm and trekked out onto the fire escape of her room for a smoke. Before she could even light it, she spotted Jimmy doing the same and urged him to join her on the roof.
The two weren't so close. Jimmy seemed to go out of his way to keep away from the woman. She saw this as a fated chance to grow a relationship with him like she had with the other band members and staff.
"I'm not hungry, but I'll go with you." Jimmy's pink lips curled into a sweet, closed mouth smile, face partially obscured by dark curls. Rhoda finally looked over at him, returning his smile— only bigger.
"Let's be on our way then!" Rhoda rose and put out her cigarette, discarding it in the industrial garbage bin sitting by the terrace entrance. The ashtray still balanced in her left hand as full as ever. Their walk back into the hotel was silent, and Jimmy kept sneaking his usual sly glances at Rhoda.
