How Not To Be A Groupie

Chapter Twenty Three: Ang's Hotel Room

If I could spend the night in Bon's room, Malcolm's room, and Cliff's room, I could spend the night In Angus' room too. He was no different than any of them, they were all from the same band, they were all famous but still regular men. 

So why was my heart beating a million times a minute?

I couldn't believe the night I was having! Bon Scott, a man who passed away before I was born, is here in person and I got to dance with him! And Angus Young was taking me out for some peace and quiet...in his hotel room!

Okay, now the racing heart made sense. 

It was dark inside. Angus flipped the switch and it was still dark. "Think the bulbs are burnin' out," he said closing the door behind us. "Hope it lasts till the end of the month."

His room looked just like the others I've seen. Nothing special. He headed for the kitchen and I stood there awkwardly, not knowing if I should follow him or not. There were a couple of books on the couch. I couldn't imagine reporters or suspicious pastors believing these men read at all. They were nothing but a group of Satanic rockstars who put spells over their audiences, right?

Ha!

"Bit quieter in here, ain't it?" he asked. I decided I'd better follow him into the kitchen. He was pouring a glass of milk. "Want some?"

"No thanks," I said. I was too nervous for food or drink! 

He put the bottle of milk back in the fridge and pulled out some bread and sandwich ingredients. "Ya' know it's not every night I bring a girl back," he said giving me a cheeky smile. "Kinda nervous."

"Me too," I said honestly. I had to stand firm. As big as my crush was on this guy, I had to resist. Politely refuse anything casual and not start anything up that we couldn't finish. I won't be any rockstar's fling! 

As tempting as it was...

He started putting together a sandwich. He offered me one and I once again declined. My stomach was dancing with butterflies! The butterflies were dancing in my stomach! The dancing was stomaching in my butterflies! 

"Mal was tellin' me about some bloke he met outside," he said licking mustard off a butter knife. "They uh...didn't really hit it off too well...kinda put him in a sour mood..."

"He seemed to cheer up once he got back," I said. 

"Oh yeah, Mal likes a good get together with friends." He put the knife in the sink and started piling on the fillings. "I don't mind 'em. But I was gettin' hungry an' I wanted to apologize for scarin' you off."

"It's alright," I said. Come on, Hannah, don't let your time travel secret slip! I watched him make his creation and I had to admit it looked good. I was more of a spinach and turkey girl myself, though. 

"You can have a seat if ya' want," he said. "Table or couch or wherever."

My aching body needed a rest. All this excitement was getting to me and I accepted his offer of taking the couch. I cradled my things in my arms and waited for him to come out of the kitchen. He did, holding his plate and glass of milk. I tried not to glance at him too much, fearing he might think I liked him. Which was ridiculous!

But I couldn't help sneaking one tiny glance and almost dropped all my shit on the floor. Angus was reaching into his mouth and just...pulled his teeth out....I couldn't believe it! I knew he had fake ones but I wasn't prepared to see just how fake they were! 

He looked over at me and shrugged. "I'm gettin' 'em all replaced soon, may as well junk 'em up."

I found myself staring. He had real teeth in his mouth still but they were spaced out. He set the fake ones on a napkin and started eating his sandwich. I was utterly bewildered and enchanted. He caught me staring.