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...
"Bye Vivienne, I'll be back on Thursday" Violet called as she stepped out of the shop with her latest purchase tucked away in a neon plastic bag under her arm,
"See you later pet" she called back as the door came to a close,
Violet turned around almost bumping into someone.
"Sidney!!!" She squealed as she leapt into the dark haired boys arms,
"Ello bunny" he chuckled smiling down at her "what you got there?"
Violet excitedly pulled open the bag to reveal the garment.
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"Vivienne really is a genius" he smirked "you wearing that Saturday?"
"Obviously" she winked,
"Pair it with the boots, my favourite ones"
"I've missed you and your fashion advice" she pouts, lightly punching his shoulder,
"Missed you to" he told her, slinging an arm over her shoulder as they headed down the street,
"how have you been?" Violet continued,
"Alright I guess"
"You guess?"
Sid sighed annoyedly before responding "I just... I wanna be apart of it all"
"You are apart of it Sidney" she comforted tapping his chest to reassure him,
"No, I wanna be a sex pistol. I feel like it's the only thing I can do, it's the only thing I want to do. I just wanna be one of the band"
"Oh Sid" Violet muttered, ever since she'd met Sid she knew all he wanted was to be one of them, they were his friends, his idols,
It hadn't gone unnoticed to her that every gig Sid would watch them longingly from afar, as if they were just out of his reach. Like he was a bothersome little boy being ignored by his older brothers who left him behind, thinking he couldn't keep up. And maybe he couldn't, but that wouldn't stop him from trying.
"It's dangerous, Johnny got slashed a couple of weeks ago for just talking about the band"
"Even more reason for me to be there, to keep him safe" Sid muttered, scowling at his black, beaten-up boots,
"Well... have you talked to Malcolm?" She sighed,
"That's the first thing I did, but he's a tosser" Sid stated,
"Sounds like something John would say" Violet grinned earning a chuckle from the boy,
"John says much worse about him than that"
"Oh I don't doubt it" she laughed,
"Speaking of John, he and I have a plan" he told her mischievously, booping her nose,
Violet swatted his hand away with a raised eyebrow "do I even wanna know?"
