fair warning, this shit it awful, i hate it
also not proofread
being the manager of a rock band is all fun and games until you get close to them. tom zutaut hired me because he said i was less likely to get super attached to the guys. it was pretty easy at first until we all got stuck on an elevator together because of a power outage. yeah, that was fantastic. after that, i was more like their friend than their manager.
axl had actually warmed up to me after a particularly harsh rejection to an offer to sleep with him. steven calls me mom as a joke now and he often comes to me instead of duff or slash now if he ever has any problems or is upset about something. duff is like the older brother i never wanted, we have and endless amount of inside jokes and we often make fun of each other. izzy still keeps to himself often but he talks more than he used to. and slash is... well hes slash.
slash and i had gotten along from day 1 but i kept my distance to make sure we never got too close. that plan went out the window that night. we've been really close, way too close for my liking but the band never seemed to notice. we always seemed to linger between any accidental touching, we'd catch each other staring, we found ways to be touching or together in any way we could. i knew my feelings would end with me getting hurt but its not like i could control how i felt about him.
right now im sitting on the couch backstage as i go through some papers and copy any and all dates into my planner. i set the papers down beside me now that im sure ive gone through them all and take a break before double checking everything. i fiddle around with my cross necklace sitting against my chest.
i sigh and stand up, abandoning the planner on the table, and walk over to the wings of the stage. my clammy brush against my dark grey dress pants and i pull my sleeves up on my long sleeve black shirt. my belt is starting to get on my nerves. after adjusting my bun, i cross my arms and lean against the wall to watch the band perform.
they were pretty damn good, best band ive managed in at least three years. i was the original manager for motley crue (they were unfortunately my first management job), ive also managed wasp, warrant and bon jovi. my black boots tap the ground with the beat and my eyes follow slash as he walks around on stage, playing mr brownstone.
i know nothing could ever happen between us. as much as i wish that wasnt true, i knew it was. even if he felt the same, a) i could not lose this job since i didnt have another lined up for afterwards, and b) hes a rockstar and im a manager.
i sigh and walk back to the couch to double check over my work and hope i can find something to do. im sure ive gotten all the dates down so i look around and decide to clean up a bit. in the midst of my picking up empty bottles and cans, i didnt notice the band finish their set and run off stage. i snap up, toss the cans in the trash and turn around.
"heyyy," slash runs up to me but i back away.
"no no no, your sweaty and im clean i dont-"
"not anymore," duff grabs me from behind and wraps his arms around me. i feel the sweat seeping through me shirt and i cringe.
i groan loudly and as duff lets go, i begrudgingly let slash wrap his arms around me. in return, i gently pat his back with the tips of your fingers. "dude did you here us? we did fucking awesome!" he quickly pulls away, holding my shoulders and telling me excitedly.
"i know, i watched mr brownstone," i tell him, resting my hands on his biceps and returning the smile.
"really?"
