Being Reunited: Duff And I's Story-

-The Reunion Pt 3-

10 PM

3 hours....can you believe it? 3 hours. I stood, on my feet, for three hours.

The concert was finally over, the band ended it with "Rocket Queen" which was always a smash.

The 5 musketeers headed backstage, probably for an interview or two, or time to deal with the groupies or the crazed women in attendance.

Meanwhile, I had to skeedaddle to the ladies room. What? Do you blame me for holding in my urine at a three hour show? I didn't want to miss a second of it.

In a flash, I rushed through the crowd "Excuse me" and "sorry" as I went past, trying not to bump into the obnoxious crowd of fans.

Once in the bathroom, I was met with a bunch of disgusting scents. Don't get me wrong, the venue bathroom was pretty clean, but goddamn, it smelled like walking through a sewer.

I got into a stall at once and released my fluids after three hours

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Duff's POV

It was after the show and damn, was I worn out! I was backstage. Yes, lots of groupies, lots of drinks, drugs, etc. You name it, we probably had it.

Axl had girls all around him, some dude was interviewing Slash, Izzy, I had no goddamn clue where he went, and Steven, he was finally getting something to eat.

Meanwhile, I was sitting there on one of the leather couches, females staring at me, like vultures, wanting to attack their prey.

I looked over at Axl, finally speaking up after a few moments, feeling irritated for some reason.

"Ax? Have ya seen Gracie?"
I questioned my buddy, as I took a swig from my glass of vodka.

Axl looked over at me, holding onto his groupies. It made me sick, honestly. Don't get me wrong, I liked groupies, but, at times, I longed for a girlfriend, not sleeping with a bunch of these whores night after night. I guess that's what I get for being the bassist of a huge ass band.

"What does Gracie look like again? Is she the one with long black hair, brown eyes, and stands about 5'2? She's the one from your childhood, huh?"
Axl questioned, still looking at me.

I chuckled, nodding my head in response to his description of my childhood best friend.

"Yep, that's her. You think you can manage to look for her?"

Axl nodded his head, looking right at me, as he got up and away from his groupies, which only made the groupies look at me.

"Definitely, let me go look."

With that, my buddy went behind the stage curtain, back to the main area of the venue, looking for Gracie for me.