They were absolutely amazing. I stood in the front and sadly I couldn't see a thing because of my height. But their music.. first bing, boom, dam pam, and then WOOSH. No, really. The show was exciting. After they finished, most of the people stormed out. I wanted to go out last, to avoid any bruises. I knew how that horde could trample.
"Hey, Someone requests you backstage." It was a security official. I sighed. "Okay." The man dragged me by the hand and I half slid, half ran with him. We arrived at a hellish room. Sex, Pot, Groupies. The guard left me standing there and left without a single word.
"Well then..", I mumbled and rubbed my hand. It hurt. "C'mere.", whispered Jimmy Page and pulled me onto his lap. His groupies took a step back, some walking away. "Wha-?" He smiled mysteriously. "You seem really out of place." I shrugged. "I'm just not.. er... you know."
"No, I didn't mean that. Your shirt.." I stared at it. Plain black. "Yeah?" He waited a long time. "You don't seem like the girl to listen to Rock." I grinned. "Oh, if you think so. And why did you bring me here? Or, to rephrase it, let someone painfully drag me here?"
He stared at me. "That wasn't me." I pulled up my brows. "Then who was it?" I felt hot breath on my neck. "It was me, babe. I want to introduce you to my friends." I quickly jumped up and hugged Tony. "God, you should have told me!"
Oh. Forgot to mention. That's my boyfriend, Tony Iommi. Guitarist in a band called "Black Sabbath".
Jimmy stared at me and him, not believing that whole thing. Robert soon joined us, and they agreed to go to the Pub. I sighed. "Let's go, then." Tony, like always, was really impatient. As we entered the pub and sat down at the table, he already began fiddling around with my zipper. "Tony, later. Your mates are here."
They of course, didn't know what I meant, but I didn't want to go into detail. We all ordered a beer, except for me, that ordered a Kafi Schnaps. "What the hell is that?", Asked Robert. Tony grinned. "A third coffee, two thirds herb whiskey. My girl's a tough one."
"But I never even heard of that stuff! How come you can order that?" It was now Jimmy's turn to ask. I bit my lip, to stop smiling like a dumb idiot. "Because it's the only Swiss pub in London and The bartender is my cousin."
"Swiss?" I just shook my head. "Long story." I took a huge gulp and the homey feel rushed to my chest. "Honestly, you make a cute couple.", said Robert. He and Jimmy left the pub and Tony gently helped me up.
We took a taxi to our home. It was a small apartment, but we still found so much place to make love.
