When Steve decided to form a band called The Sex Pistols, his best friend Violet Webb found herself swept away by the dream for a better life, filled with sex, drugs and rock 'n roll. But soon, the dark underbelly of the music industry would reveal...
"THEY'RE SO NATURAL, RELIGIOUSLY UNKIND!" Sang Violet and Steve as they tottered down the cobble street,
The cold night air of London seizing their lungs as they very drunkenly and poorly blurted the lyrics to Rock'n Roll Suicide.
"OH NO, LOVE, YOU'RE NOT ALONE!!!"
Violet shouted spinning around a lamp post dramatically as Steve flung his arms into the air with out a care in the world.
"YOU'RE WATCHING YOURSELF, BUT YOU'RE TO UNFAIRRR"
"YOU GOT YOUR HEAD ALL TANGLED UP"
"BUT IF ONLY I COULD MAKE YOU CARE"
They screamed clutching onto one another's arms as if they were in some tragic musical in the west end, performing for everyone who was anyone and their mothers.
"Will you two be quiet, people are tryna sleep" a man in striped pyjamas jeered from his top window,
"Oh shut up, who are you the fun police?" Violet laughed, as Steve flipped his fingers up at him,
The man tutted before retreating back into his room, making the pair burst out into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
"We should do this every weekend" Violet giggled as Steve flung an arm over her shoulder
"Once the band gets big there won't ever be a time where we're not out" he chuckled with a hopeful smile on his face,
"Believe me Steve, you are going to change the world!" She shouted spinning on her heal as he watched her fondly,
"Im gonna do it for us Vi, we've got a new wack job singer who Malcolm seems to thinks got potential and with Cookie on drums and Glen on bass we really can do this" he assured her, the conversation taking a more serious turn,
"What about you?" She asked,
"Well I'm learnin to play the guitar ain't I? I'm gonna do this for you and me" he promised,
"You and me" she smiled pulling him into a hug, wanting to believe his words more than anything, as he buried his face into her sandy coloured fur coat,
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Violet stretched out on her mattress, kicking off the white duvet onto the floor, sunlight peaking through the white lace curtains onto her scrunched up face. With one last grumble she rolled out of bed to make a tea when a knock sounded at the door.
'Wonder who that could be?' She pondered as she hadn't been expecting anyone, especially not this early. She pulled the door open slightly to see Steve standing with his hands in his pockets.
"Ello sunshine" he quipped with a slight smile,
Violet looked at him suspiciously, eyes squinted "what have you done?" She asked, knowing that guilty look all to well,
"Uh... can I come in?" He mumbled scuffing his boot on the hard wooden floor to avoid her mother like stare,
Violet nodded, closing the door to unlock the chain before reopening it with Steve following heedfully at her heal. He paced about her kitchen as she took a seat at her table expectantly, waiting for him to speak.
"I fucked up" he began "I blew John off at the rehearsal and now Malcolm won't manage the band unless I convince him to come back"
"Who's John?" She inquired,
"He's our singer... or was our singer. Bloody tosser if you ask me" he huffed finally taking a seat, bouncing his knee up and down with agitation,
"Even if he is a tosser, Malcom seems to think he's got potential" she shrugged,
"And?"
"He must have some idea of what he's doing since he also put you in the band"
"I guess. But now I've gotta go apologise" he huffed "will you come with me?"
"...fineee but only just to make sure you don't fuck up" she told him, pointing a finger at him,
"You are an angel" he rejoiced making her giggle,
"Let me get dressed an we'll head out" Violet called grabbing some clothes off the floor, wading into the bathroom,
She pulled on a pair of black flared jeans, a black lace bra and a white skin tight top, threading her brown spiked belt through the loop holes. Brushing her teeth as she attempted to multitask, scribbling some black eye pencil onto her eyelids.
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Violets outfit:
"Come on then" she announced, grabbing her sandy coloured fur coat and boots as she emerged from the bathroom,
After about twenty minutes the two arrived at a street of beaten up raggedy looking houses, windows boarded up and obscene graffiti spray painted on the fences.
"This the place?" Violet asked her hands rooted in her pockets to keep them warm,
"S'pose so" Steve muttered as they pushed open the creaky old gate before ascending the rigid stone steps,
Steve hesitated before knocking, fidgeting slightly "Fuck this let's just go" he groaned, scuttling back down the stairs,
"Uh... Steve" she called after him,
"My my, it's Kutie Jones" came a snarky voice from behind her,
Violet turned around to see a man with spiky ging hair. A fag in one hand and a beer can in the other.
"Kutie Jones and?" He asked expectantly,
"Violet" she nodded to which he looked her up and down as if he was trying to read her, shifting his weight onto his other leg, leaning against the door frame,
Steve joined her side once again, glancing at her sheepishly.
"What'd you want?" John asked the pair,
"About the rehearsal. Sorry, It was... a bit of a misunderstanding. We forgot" Steve lied through his teeth,
"Oh yeah" John hummed, clearly seeing through his shield of dishonesty,
"Malcoms organising another one and we'll be there" Steve told him,
"I won't. The place was a shit hole. The rats were so noisy we wouldn't of been able to hear each other" John complained causing Violet to grimace at the mere thought,
"I'll tell Malcolm"
"I already have"
"Good" Steve finished stating to stalk off,
"Not really" John continued "I don't think I can be in a band called 'Kutie Jones and his Sex Pistols'. The names disgusting. I might come to a rehearsal of a band called 'Sex Pistols'. I told Malcolm that too"
Steve put on a pressed smile "Great" he added before grabbing Violet's arm and dragging her off with him,
