Rockstar oneshots4u

Really Slash?~Izzy Stratilin

Duff McKagen strolled into the dimly lit garage, his Converse sneakers scuffing against the concrete floor. The faint smell of stale beer and sweat lingered in the air, a familiar scent that signaled the end of another long workday and the beginning of something greater. His band, Guns N' Roses, had been practicing here for months, turning the space into a sanctuary of sound and sweat. Each member had left their own unique mark, whether it was a broken guitar string or a hastily scribbled setlist on a crumpled napkin.

Today was no different, except for the unmistakable presence of a new face. Lilith, a friend of Duff's from the local bar, had tagged along out of curiosity. She had a way of commanding attention without saying a word, her dark hair cascading down her back like a silent waterfall, and her eyes a piercing shade of blue that seemed to cut through the noise of the city. Duff had talked her ear off about his band, and she finally agreed to come check them out.

The band was already in the throes of their warm-up, the steady beat of the drums setting the pace for the night. Slash, the legendary guitarist, was tuning his instrument with a meticulousness that bordered on obsession, his eyes never leaving the strings as they stretched and sang under his calloused fingers. Axl's unmistakable rasp echoed through the space, his voice a wild beast that seemed to both challenge and embrace the cacophony around him.

Lilith leaned against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest, watching the spectacle unfold. Her heart pounded in time with the music, a strange excitement building in her chest. She had never felt this alive, not since she had left her small town in search of something more. The raw energy of the band was infectious, drawing her in with every note. And then there was Izzy. The quiet one, lost in his own world of sound, his eyes closed as he played. There was something about him that made her feel a pull she couldn't explain.

As the night went on, the music grew louder, the riffs more intense, and the rhythm more insistent. Lilith found herself lost in the melody, her eyes never leaving the stage. She didn't know it yet, but this was the night that would change everything.

Duff noticed Lilith's gaze lingering on Izzy and smirked to himself. He had seen this look before, a silent confession of attraction that needed no words. Earlier that week, during a break at the bar, he had caught a whisper of longing in his friend's voice when she spoke of the mysterious guitarist. Knowing that his bandmate had feelings for her, he had brought her here with a plan in mind.

Between songs, Duff sauntered over to Slash, who was wiping the sweat from his brow with a bandana. "Hey, man," he said, nodding towards Lilith. "Izzy's been crushing on that girl for a while now. Think you could give them a little nudge?"

Slash looked over and grinned, the glint in his eye hinting at the mischief he was about to unleash. He knew exactly what Duff was asking and was more than happy to oblige. "No problem," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Leave it to me."

During the next break, Slash approached Lilith with the same easy confidence that made him a rock legend. "Hey, you're Duff's friend, right?" He didn't wait for an answer before continuing, "Izzy's been eyeing you all night. You should go talk to him."

Lilith felt a blush creep up her neck. "Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," Slash nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "He's a good guy. And he's got a thing for your type."

With a mix of excitement and nerves, Lilith made her way to the stage where Izzy was tuning his guitar. He looked up, his eyes meeting hers, and she felt a jolt run through her. "Hi," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm Lilith."

Izzy's eyes lit up, and he offered her a shy smile. "Hi Lilith. I've heard a lot about you."

The conversation between them was awkward at first, filled with the unspoken tension of two people who had been pushed together by their friends. But as they talked, they found common ground in their love for music and their shared dreams of escaping the mundane.

The night grew later, and the garage grew warmer, the heat from the amps and the bodies in the room combining into a thick, palpable energy. As the band launched into their final song, something shifted between Lilith and Izzy. They danced together, their movements in sync with the music, the rest of the world fading away.

The song ended with a final, crashing chord, and the room erupted in applause. But Lilith and Izzy barely noticed, lost in their own little bubble of sound and passion.

It was then that Duff knew his plan had worked. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction as he watched his friend's smoldering gaze. He had set the stage for a love that could rival even the most epic rock ballads. And as the band packed up their gear, the seeds of a new relationship had been planted, ready to grow into something explosive and beautiful, much like their music.

Sorry for the shorter story
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