60s-2000s: Rock n Metal Imagines/Oneshots

Bob Dylan

Entails fluff+ sorta angst

I have so mannyyy requests and so little time to update! I'm so sorry if your requested chapter is still on order, I promise I'll write more once I'm back on a more relaxed schedule!

For the meantime, enjoy this Bob Dylan oneshot since I'm taking too long to update my BD's fic!

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Faces. So many unfamiliar faces everywhere.

There were folks of all ages, male and female, chit chatting loudly with one another. Some fiercely laughed together, some good naturedly conversed in booming voices, while some discussed their respective businesses in a flamboyant manner. All in all, the air around the room of Savoy Hotel, Westminster, London, was injected to the brim by extroverted energy, where somehow, everybody knew each other to some extent.

I sat huddled against the plush cushions of a loveseat with my two best mates, talking and giggling soundly like everybody else in the hotel room. My best mates, Jane and Rosemary, were Time magazine journalists like I was, and together we three were called on duty as interns by our senior, Mr Rottingham.

Mr Rottingham, although vaguely, warned all three of us to be on our utmost best behavior- for we were accompanying him on a strict duty of interviewing the infamous American, Bob Dylan.

From the word I heard- Dylan had blown up back in the States, and reportedly, he was taking over the UK audience as well. Hence, it was the task of the Time's journalists to interview the star about his ongoing tour of the United Kingdom.

However, as Mr Rottingham, Jane, Rosemary and I arrived at Dylan's hotel room at Savoy Hotel, there was no sign of him. Except, there was a large party waiting for us, composed of Dylan's managers, tour managers, friends, fellow musicians, camera crew, dressing crew and other interviewers. And soon as it turned out, the whole hotel room became a frenzied place for chatter and laughter.

The air was merry and loud, and while I drank deeply from my red wine, my friends Jane and Rosemary kept cracking idiotic jokes which were permitting all three of us to shake in loud giggles. We ignored the death glares from Mr Rottingham as we laughed about, elbowing each other and finding little things to laugh about.

Suddenly and quite unfortunately, Jane cracked such a violent joke that sent Rosemary in a snorting laughter- and as she giggled, her elbow poked me in the side and I jerked my hand forwards, the wine glass in my grasp slipping as it accidentally went flying through a window that was directly to my right.

We watched, in utter horror, as we heard the faint crash of glass on the cobblestone outside, followed by a few screams of surprise from the passersby. We exchanged a petrified look, before bursting out in uncontrollable laughter.

"Oh my goodness- what was that!?" Rosemary giggled, holding her own wine glass above her head.

"A crash, what do you think it was, you twat?" Jane laughed, shoving Rosemary playfully.

Recovering from my laughter, I quickly glanced back outside the window, before facing the girls and sheepishly adding, "That didn't sound right. What if the glass crashed directly on somebody? We could've hurt someone seriously...."

"Yeah, but nobody was knocked out." Jane commented, making the three of us giggle simultaneously.

"No, but in all seriousness." Rosemary said, straightening up and drunkenly holding up a finger. "If we were to get caught, blame it on Y/N!"