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...
It had been a few days since Violet had heard from Steve so as Friday rolled around she decided to pay him a little visit.
Decked out in her washed out blue jeans, a beige top she had with Jesus flipping the bird on it and of course her trusty fur coat, she moseyed on over to his new gaff to check up on him.
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As she approached she heard the sound of a stooges guitar riff coming from inside the building.
"Englands greatest guitarists, more like England's greatest moron" John spat as she watched curiously from the doorway,
"Sing John. Show me that rancid brilliance that you have" Malcom commanded, putting a microphone in his face,
John hovered slightly, looking at them all. Violet could tell he felt singled out from them as she looked on at the group who in all honesty looked quite intimidating blasting their instruments at him powerfully.
"He can't fucking sing" Steve insulted,
"I don't know the words Steve" John spat back,
"Just make them up" Malcom tutted, waving his hand at him,
"I'm not a wind up doll" John growled, getting pissed off at them now,
"Who looks like a moron now, John? Ay?" Steve egged on, strumming his guitar mockingly "bye bye Johnny. Bye bye"
"Oo Jimmy Hendrix knows a stooges riff" John added sarcastically,
"Stooges, you do know the song, you just can't sing" Steve cheered,
"NO FUN!" John shouted finally into the mic, "No fun!"
"That's it my boy, sing" Malcom encouraged,
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" John pointed at him threateningly, making Violet giggle, covering her mouth to muffle it,
"No fun, my babe, no funnn!" John continued singing "Fun to be aloneee. Something up your arse. Fun to be alone. Something... something, whatever the fuckkk!!!"
Violet watched them in awe, never having seen something so sinister and admirable at the same time. It was extraordinary.
"I may be goin out and I maybe stay at home" he carried on until Steve stopped, noticing Violet lingering in the doorway,
"Violet" he called out happily,
"Violet" Paul and Glen repeated all putting down their instruments and running over to greet her,
"It's been a while doll. Where you been hiding?" Paul smiled hugging her,
"You know, here and there" she grinned cheekily,
"I'm sorry, who are you?" Malcom asked, peering to look at her,
"This is our mate Violet" Glen informed Steve slung his arm round her shoulders, leading her over,
"Right" Malcom hummed,
"You should stay and watch us rehearse" Paul suggested,
"I've been listening in, you're definitely be comforting the disturbed and disturbing the comfortable" Violet laughed hopping onto the wooden table,
"She seems like she's got good taste, she can stay" Malcom mused, taking an instant liking to the girl,
John stayed quiet and watched her with an unreadable expression, she caught his eye for a second before he looked away, his jaw clenched.
"Right. From the top" Glen called slinging his bass strap over his shoulder once more,
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It had been a good few hours now, the sky had turned from a bright blue into a dim black. Violet yawned thinking about heading home when the door burst open, a woman with white hair that seemed to be defying the laws of gravity and eye makeup as dark as the sky outside stood there.
"We heard there was a party" she mused,
"No, no party" John told her,
"Well then we better make one. Get lively boys" she sang, chucking a case of beers to John,
Within the next hour the hideout was filled to the brim with interesting looking characters dancing about, popping pills and drowning themselves in alcohol.
Violet shuffled through the crowd, spotting a small clear jar of black beauties, discarded to the side. She looked around before snatching it, dropping one onto her tongue and shoving the jar into her bag before grabbing a beer to wash it down with. She looked about feeling it slip slowly down her throat.
"Looking for your boyfriend?" Came a voice,
"Huh?" She asked looking down to the sofa to see John,
"I hate to be the barer of bad news but I just saw him, he went up stairs with some brunette" he pronounced, taking a swig of his drink,
"Steve?" She questioned before letting out a small laugh "he's not my boyfriend"
"You two seemed close" he said as she slumped down next to him,
"Well I've known him since school, not that he ever really went" Violet corrected "What about you?"
"What?"
"Talk to me about you?" She repeated,
"I don't explain myself to anybody, an I ain't gonna really bother" he told her plainly,
"You don't have to" she replied standing, starting to feel the amphetamines kicking in, she stumbled a bit John placing his hand on her arm to try steady her,
"You alright?"
"I don't have to explain myself to anyone" she remarked with a smirk before disappearing back into the crowd,
Violet felt the adrenaline pulsing through her veins as she danced around, her heart thumping in her chest as at some point through the night she'd decided to try a few more black beauties. She felt as if there was nothing she couldn't do.
Malcom had started singing karaoke to Shang-A-Lang by the big city rollers, everyone screaming along with him. The atmosphere of the place was as high as Violet was, as Steve stood on the balcony with a proud smile on his lips watching everyone bounce around wildly to the song. This was the big break he had been waiting for. He could feel it.
