Your a teenager raised in the early sixties, you and Joe Perry used to go to school together you always found your self attracted to him mainly because of his voice and superior intelligence but when he moved you found your self with no friends and...
You wake up in the morning to your nightmare once again, Today is your first day of work and you get up going to take a shower and step out putting on your outfit for work and heading out the door towards the place
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... Meanwhile with the band
He sits up on the bunk bed of the tour bus, his heart racing from the intensity of the dream, he swipes a hand over his face and shakes his head curls hanging in his face he looks around the room, his bandmates still asleep, he takes a deep breath then slowly lets it out " fuck... Again.. " he groans slightly irritated. The bus comes to a full stop at the bar and he heads to the dressing room.
Back to your p.o.v
You walk into the bar as you see the tour bus pull up and you make your way backstage to the dressing room for the dancers. Waiting to hear the band come on stage he's tuning his guitar on stage, running through the setlist one last time, he glances out at the sea of expectant faces in the crowd, a thrill of excitement and nervous energy runs through him.
You make your way up into the cage and close the door, locking it and wait for them to start playing the stage lights up, the crowd roars as Aerosmith takes the stage, Joe strides onto stage and looks up at all the go go dancers, his eyes landing on yours You make eye contact with the guitarist having a strange rush of excitement and recognition go through you but your not sure where you've seen him from, you wait for them to start playing their first song
He strums the iconic opening chords of 'Dream On', the crowd goes wild as he begins to play he notices you swaying to the music from the stage, a small smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he continues to play, his eyes occasionally flicking back to you. Your body moves with out thinking, following the slow beat of the song, your long dark hair swaying as you move
He's mesmerized by your fluid movements, his fingers seeming to move of their own accord as he plays the beautiful solo, his eyes never leaving you, a connection forming between you two as the song builds to its climax.
After a few more songs of their performance and her dancing sensually they finally reach the end of the show and she glances over at him as she gets out of her cage, she makes her way backstage to her private dressing room He watches you exit the cage, his eyes following you as you make your way backstage, he can't help but feel drawn to you, he excuses himself from the rest of the band and follows you to your dressing room, knocking on the door with a gentle tap.
You hear a light tap on the door and open it looking up at a tall guy with tan skin and curls hanging in his face with a down to his chest, his dark eyes meet yours "yes? " you ask curiously he takes a moment to admire your beauty, his heart skipping a beat as he meets your gaze, "Hey, I couldn't help but notice you out there tonight, you seemed to really enjoy the music."
"always have liked that kind of music" you smile a bit his eyes linger on your beaded choker his heart starting to race at the familiar pattern of beads "m-may I ask dear , where did you get that necklace? " your eyes look down at the beaded choker and you run your fingers along the beads "oh, It was given to me from an old friend... why? " you look back up into his eyes
