how soon is now? || w. a rose [i/v]

AXL XIII

NEW LOOK!

Andy Bernow has been seen out in LA sporting a completely new look. Her infamous long curly locks have  been fully chopped off into a chin length bob.

She was seen making her way to a milkshake place yesterday afternoon wearing a pair of Rayban sunglasses, leather pants and a gray sweater spotting her brand new hair. It also now shows off her multiple piercings as well as her diamond choker necklace, a rumored Christmas gift from her fiance Axl Rose.

Bernow has just returned from the UK after Mind the Gap won Breakthrough Act at the Brit awards (pictured above), where there was a surprise appearance from a very ill looking Freddie Mercury when Queen received the Outstanding Contribution to Music - turn to page 5 for more.

Though she had long hair when she accepted the award. "Well, it took a minute but here we are. Thank you to everyone that actually bothered to believe in us," The star said, "Especially you, Dan, you dealt with all our crap, and all the producers and tour staff. And of course everyone who bought the album, we have another ready."

When she returned to the US all of it was gone and she now is left with a very bouncy bob. Conveniently now shorter than her soon to be husband Axl's.

// People Magazine, February 1990

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w. reference to nsfw (very light), drug abuse, reference to poor states of mental health and mental health institutions and control, reference to past child abuse

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"Cut the take." Andy said, pressing down the microphone speaking through the glass. Her voice was irritated, a sharper inclination to her vowels and her heavy accent seeping further into her words.

And that was just the sound. Her jaw was clenched tightly and eyebrows pinched, changing from clicking her tongue to then rolling her eyes. She drummed her long nails in an even pattern, back to navy this time, against the mixer board.

Andy's back arched as she pushed her other palm into the desk, her dark lips obnoxiously chewing her gum. Her leather pants were laced tightly around her hips, tugging at every curve of her legs and ass, with one of his shirts slipping over her shoulder, a purple lace strap visible underneath the thin cotton.

It was taking enough of his self control to remain seated on the couch, the leather uncomfortable with many holes after being used as an ashtray for too many years. If his bandmates weren't sitting behind the glass on the opposite side of the room, there would be a different story to unfold.

If not him dragging her to the nearest restroom, then knocking all the empty bottles, papers and styrofoam fast food containers off the wooden table and rest her over it, so delicately slip his hands under the laces and undo them. And her.  He wouldn't even mind against the carpeted floor, though he'd roll over onto his back in a big to stop her knocking her spine against the surface.

But instead she was growling under her breath at his bandmates while she twisted different buttons and knobs on the board, pressing down sequences before shaking her head and changing it again. She chewed her gum harder.

Her glasses rested over the crook of her nose, leaving a small dark red mark over the bridge. It was one of his favorite places to leave a kiss, along with her cupid's bow, the beauty mark over her left cheekbone, the shell of her ear, under the cool metal of the bar punched through the cartilage, and the spot just right of her chin across her jaw. He had a lot of favorite places to kiss, her whole body was.

All of her soft and delicate skin, her face, hands, chest and stomach.

She was constantly readjusting the lenses, pushing them upwards slightly before letting them fall back down. She'd still bothered to do her make-up, leaning over the bathroom mirror like most mornings, scattering different tubes and compacts across the counter while she tried to place on her false eyelashes.