IN WHICH the heiress to grunge is swooned by the king of garage rock in a lifelong affair over the span of three decades, always fervidly dancing on the edge of crashing and burning...
[2000s JULIAN CASABLANCAS x GROUPIE!OC]
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Light blasted into the bunk as Albert pulled the curtain off and shouted, "Rise and shine lovebirds!" with a smug smile on his face. Julian groaned; Stella out cold beside him. Show day would be a long day as per usual. "Motherfucker." He murmured, shoving a pillow at his childhood best friend before turning on his side and facing Stella again. Her eyelids fluttered open with a soft yawn; Albert snickered as he walked off. "Good morning," she mumbled with a grin, suddenly a morning person. Julian couldn't even muster the energy to crack a grin, his calloused hand cupped her cheek.
Long hours would ensue of sound checking, Ryan showed her around the venue, determining where she should stay. Her hands played timidly with the all access pass clipped to her jeans. "STELLA COBAIN, GROUPIE, (CASABLANCAS)". Like Josephine at the feet of Napoleon, she had proudly accepted the rite of passage. Checking out every nook and cranny as she waved and grinned softly at the crew, unlike the girls who passed by with no care except getting backstage.
***
"I mean. She's not really a groupie. She's just Star." Julian kicked his feet up on the table and took a sip from his water bottle. Nikolai scoffed and rolled his eyes, "I guess you can't really consider her a groupie, she's never been a fan." Stella had been a hot topic in their circle and equally as much in the RCA offices.
How would this affect the band? How would a girl of her age, her poise, her public image look to the naked eye which heavily scrutinized the new talents? Would they think she was too young to join them? Julian knew he was risking it.
Would her cult classic last name bring the band fame and fortune? No. Julian, Albert, Fabrizio, Nikolai, and Nick's calloused hands would. RCA knew they had hooked the commanders in chief of the rock revival. Perfectly fit to lead the revolution in every physical, vocal, and philosophical aspect.
The two sat in the green room. Soon they would be having to get dressed and strap their instruments on but for right now they had the rare opportunity to relax. Nik noticed the look on Julian's face, the lines that winded along his forehead melted into a puddle of nothingness as he stared directly at the ceiling. Silence filled the room with only the buzzing of the air conditioning lulling their exhausted bodies.
"This is great," he murmured, "we've got a deal, we've got girls, we've got beer." A sincere moment from Julian was rare, his laughter provided assuage to the uncomfortable truth he was spilling out. "No but uh, I think we're on the right track Nik." He quipped to his friend as they both melted into the couch, "We'll be gods, Julian."
***
Blue shadow casted an umber upon her eyelid, making a valley of black liner and waves of auburn mascara on her lashes. That familiar ache burnt up her back as she hunched over in the mirror next to the other groupies. Backstage was a subsist "no man's land" to the untrained eye but, much like that of Stella's, however despite their cold gazes the girls had been receiving her arrival well. She knew how to adapt quickly which was necessary for the life she was about to take on. Her naïveté was almost endearing, the other girls chuckled softly and watched their own reflections years ago.
Stella was nervous. Insanely nervous. A void opened at the very pit of her stomach making her lunch tremble and her legs rigid. Only a few weeks ago had she embarked on tour, and she'd never been at a show this big. The crowd was trickling in, and the crew came alive piece by piece. Throwing on a military coat, she fluffed her hair and walked into the bathroom.
Julian smiled at the sight of her, "Hey star, give me a hand will you?". She could tell he was already a few beers in and with a loving smile took the eyeliner. There was something intimate about those early days. A shitty club in Philly and some cheap drinks, cigarette ash and anxiety. The mix hung in their aura. His hands held her hips as he leaned against the sink, her torso on his. "Look up," she quipped quietly, their breathing synced as the pencil slid black kohl across his waterline, "don't move." Fingertips padded on his cheek holding down his eye as his pupils rolled upward. Buzzing lights flickered slightly in the silence between the two like a bulb would explode at any moment. Yet there was peace.
He chuckled in that hoarse tone of his, the one that always made the butterflies appear in her stomach. His fingers dug into her shorts and tights as if she would disappear at any second, "Done?" She nodded softly and put the pencil down, he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips and murmured, "Thanks." Before turning in the mirror to wrap up. Nothing was serious yet. There was no sense of time in the back rooms on tour, there was only the present and even that bled into the past and future.
Ink ripped through the messy margins of his notebook about ten minutes before they were scheduled to go onstage. Ryan was saying something, but the anxiety was deafening. No one else was in the room. Just Julian and the pressure in his chest, the tremble in his leg. Consciousness needed to be soothed and replaced with something else and the lyrics weren't enough. In an erratic fashion as always, he scratched his neck and looked for another drink, any drink. His hearing snapped back in as Ryan finished his speech. "Ready?" his head turned, white tablets imprisoned in his iron fist. "Yeah, i'll be out in a second." As the room cleared, he looked in the mirror and loosened his tie before throwing them into his mouth and drowning another drink of scotch to wash it down. With a sigh, he walked out towards the wings as the crowd chattered outside and the lights dimmed.
His heart ran like a wild horse on the loose, eyes bouncing off anything they could touch. "Good luck," Stella murmured with a smile as the group passed by, they nodded and Julian stopped. The pills were already kicking in. He smiled gently and gave her a sweet kiss, arms wrapping around her. "Gotta go." He was happily sedated, shaking his body out before passing the wings, leaving her behind. She grinned softly as she watched from the side. It was electric. Hearing the crowd cheer for her friends. Seeing his face in the lights.
This is everything she had ever wanted.
A/N
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