From Los Angeles to New York, from London to Paris there was a great rock n roll legend. A legend surrounding a girl known as, 'The Fallen Angel', many know of her and speculate, but only few people have met the mysterious spectacle.
"I hear she's kissed many men, but will only go all the way with one dude. We all try to figure out who she is at gigs and who the special someone might be, alas, I don't think that will ever happen." This man sat at the bar tells me, he has big frizzy blonde hair with lots of eyeliner.
Typical.
I have been in love with the many stories and tales of rock n roll since I can remember. Now, I have finally crawled my way up the journaling ladder to get where I am now, The Cross Stitch, one of the most famous rock bars up there. It sits next to The Troubadour on the greatness scale. Though this particular joint is in Chicago.
"Thanks, man." I reply, nodding with solidarity and spin off the barstool to the side of the stage, grabbing my beer.
Tonight the headliner is Metallica, it had been a year since they released Master of Puppets now and the crowd was alive. We were all buzzing with anticipation. I was expecting to enjoy the show and then return to my hotel. Easy peazy, little did I know, a whole new world was going to be opened up to me.
Nothing was going to be the same ever again.
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fallen angel
General Fictionaround the rock n roll scene, in it's prime, there's the tale of the mysterious fallen angel. a groupie, some might say, however her legend gets foggy. only those in the circle know there's only one rockstar for her. NOT EVERYTHING IS FACTUALLY COR...
