Amazing:My Life with Steven Tyler

Detroit

I woke up a few hours later, still in Steven's arms. I looked at the clock. Noon. Steven had to get ready. I kissed his lips carefully until he started to stir.

"Babe, you've gotta get up and get dressed." I told him. He grumbled defiantly and pulled me in closer, tucking his head practically in my armpit. I giggled.

"Come on Steven. Your gonna be late." I pried him from underneath my arm. He was like a teenager who wouldn't get up for school.

"Nooooooooo. I wanna stay hereeeee" he whined. I knew how to solve this. I jumped out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. My long dark hair was a mess and I hadn't got the chance to take off my make-up last night. I started to cook Steven pancakes. Within a few minutes, the aroma drug my naked rock star out of bed.

"Good morning sleepy head." I teased at him. He was displaying an early morning hard-on, or I guess in this case, afternoon.

"Well I guess not every part of you is sleepy." I laughed, looking down at his excited friend. I slid him a plate of pancakes and a glass of milk and he downed them in no time.

"They wanted you to come to the interview today too." Steven said, as he choked down the last bite of his pancakes.

"Me? Why? Isn't this a band interview?" I asked him quizzically.

"Kinda. They're going to interview the whole band, then each couple. You know, Joe and Elyssa, Brad and Lori, Tom and Terry, Joey and April. Me and You." he smiled big.

"And what is this again? A radio interview or TV?" I asked him.

"It's a radio spot." he announced. Well thank god, at least I didn't have to look good.

"Okay. I'll go get dressed." I told him. I fumbled into the bedroom and ripped through my suitcase. I pulled out a white lace romper. It was kind of ethereal. I hardly ever wore white. Black was kind of my thing. I wasn't gothic or anything like that, I just looked good in black. It's a classy color, and it makes you look tan.

I slid the romper on over my still skinny frame and put on a pair of black heels. I did my make up and hair the usual way. Red lipstick, winged out eyeliner, and wavy hair. I managed to get a glimpse of the clock. 12:45. We had to go!

"Steven! Are you ready? We gotta get going!" I yelled. He was already at the front door waiting.

"Let's go." he said. He guided me out of the room and onto the elevator. He leaned over and kissed me, hard. We ended up making out all the way down to the lobby. We climbed in the cab and headed for the studio.

When we got there, the rest of the band was already waiting their turns. The radio host came out and started to speak.

"Alright. So this is going to be a live broadcast. Everyone will be in the room. We'll ask couples questions first, then move to the band stuff. Feel free to interject into a question if you feel it's necessary, just let the person talk before you do so." said the host. We walked into a sound box, much like a recording studio. I put the cans over my ears and sat down in front of my very own microphone. I was kind of nervous.

"Good afternoon everyone! This is J.J on 101.1 WRIF out of Detroit, Michigan. Today we have the popular rock band, Aerosmith with us today. How are you guys?"

Steven was the designated speaker most of the time. The other guys would throw stuff in as they saw fit.

"We're good, J.J. How are you?" said Steven.

"Well I'm good now that you guys are here. And you brought a whole bunch of pretty ladies with you. How are you girls? How about we introduce ourselves. We'll start with you honey." he gestured to Lori.