I was currently on tour with my band and guns n roses was opening for us. I was technically dating slash and i had been for about six months now. Hes great, everybody told me that it was a bad idea because he would cheat without a second thought. But he didnt. Ive watched girls flash him on the street and he'll say hes seeing someone. The only problem was that that someone didnt have a name in the eye of the public. He didnt want people to know that we were together.
So im sitting in my dressing room with my bandmate, ally, venting to her as i do my makeup. "I mean, ive mentioned it before yknow, cause im tired of hiding it but now im starting to think he's ashamed of me or something," i tell her. I should really start paying her at this point because shes literally my therapist.
"Tell him, straight," she advises as someone knocks on the door. I look down and make sure im decent, which i am i just dont have a bra on so the barbells on my nipple are showing through my tanktop but thats fine. Then ally opens the door wider and slash walks in the room.
"Ill be back, im gonna go check with mason cause he got sick earlier," ally gives me a look on her out the door.
"Hey sweetheart," he kisses me and sits in the chair across from me, pulling me into his lap as he does. "So i have a question-well really axl has a question."
"No im not going to hook up with him," i fake annoyance with an eye roll. Slash chuckles breathily before he speaks.
"Well id hope im enough in that department, but no. uhh, duff cant play tonight because he got drunk and high and he fell down two flights of stairs and now he has a minor concussion and we kinda need you to play with us, pretty please?"
"You have to go on in 10 minutes," i tell him, standing up stressed.
"I know baby, but we dont have anybody else. We didnt know duff had a concussion until 30 minutes ago and now were screwed," he tells me, pulling my hands away from my already done hair.
"Alright but i have to get dressed, like now so- yknow, shoo," i motion with my hands as i grab my lightwash jeans with the stars on the back.
"Ive seen you naked plenty of times, hon i think were-"
"Well yeah but since were not together according to the public, maybe we should keep the relationship in the confines of the house,'' I grumble, dropping my pajama pants and slipping into my jeans.
"I just dont want the tabloids to put us in the spotlight and they mess this up," he tells me.
"Alright slash," i roll my eyes and rip my tank top off so i can pull on the red lacy bralette i had laid out earlier.
"Im serious, i just dont-"
"Its fine, dont worry about it," i sigh. I dont feel like getting into an argument with him right now over this.
He lets out a sigh of his own, running his hands over his face. "We'll talk about this later okay? Your still playing with us?"
I nod, crossing my arms and look at my bare feet peeking out from my flared jeans. His hand touches my cheek but i pull away and reach for my chunky red leather boots. He looks hurt but i avoid all eye contact as he leaves.
After pulling on my boots a grab a tissue and put the edge of it to the corner of my eye to soak up the tears before they fall. Ally would kill me if i messed up the eyeliner she spent 30 minutes on. She did a red star outline on the outer corner and a smaller filled one on the inner.
I line my lips in a dark red and brush on some tinted lip gloss before grabbing my bass and walking out, catching ally on her way in. "woah, what the hell are you doing?"
