Bee A Rockstar

First Meeting.

Well I'm here because Alice have been booked to do this show with a bunch of other bands and singers. I like to sing because it makes me feel like my uncle Layne is with me and I still miss him so much.

I stay to myself most of the time. I don't really mess with people unless I really like you. There's not many people I really like so the list is really short. I mostly just stay to myself or the band when we're at one of these things.

I'm just hanging out in the dressing room. I'm in the far corner as far away from people as I can get. I don't want to be messed with at all. I have my head against the wall as Uncle Jerry Cantrell comes up to me.

Jerry: Come on LJ. It's time.

Everybody calls me LJ or Little Layne because I remind them of my uncle Layne who was the lead singer of Alice. I take my head off the wall but keep it down, looking at the floor.

Me: Cool.

I get up and follow the band out to the stage. When the crowd sees me, they explode. That rush you get when literally thousands of people cheering for you is indescribable. I take my shirt off and the girls in the crowd cheer. I walked up to the microphone stand before we start our first song.

After we finish "Man in the box", I walk over and grab a guitar. We need another guitar for this next song. I love this song because Uncle Layne wrote and I get to play guitar which is something Uncle Jerry taught me when I was little. I make my way back over to the mic stand before the next song starts.

After "Angry Chair", I grabbed the guitar by the neck. I swing it back and start to repeatedly smash it on the stage before the guitar breaks. The crowd loved that before I threw the destroyed guitar. The lights went down pretty low before we put a bow on this puppy.

Me: Thanks a lot.

I walked off the stage and make my way into the dressing room. I threw on some deodorant and a shirt with some cologne. I don't want to smell bad and I don't have time to shower before this after party thing we gotta go too.

I grab my jacket and throw it on before making my way to the car. After a short ride, we finally got to the after party. I walk in and instantly hate it. It's over packed and really loud so I just find me a little corner. People found my little corner and just would not leave me the fuck alone.

I move away and go to the bathroom just to get a few minutes to try to stay calm. I walk back out and go find me another corner. I try to make myself as small and unnoticeable as possible. That's not as easy as people think when you're 6'5 and covered in tattoos. I was able to shrink down and go unnoticed for a while, the only time I messed with anyone was to buy a drink. I got my drink and was in my little corner not bothering anybody when an all too familiar voice perks up.

???: Hey stranger.

Fuck I know that voice. I turn around and confirm it.