The year was 1986; RATT was finishing their "Invasion of your Privacy" world tour- an unexpected, though happily greeted guest was invited to come with them on the bus.
The bus was filled with bras and panties everywhere and smelt like a fish van, often times the girl would grab her deodorant and spray out the entire bus before opening up each window and letting it cool out.
"What's poppin' Twiggy?" Bobby asked - that's her nickname, her real name is Elizabeth.
"Your kneecaps if you keep hanging those panties above my head where I sleep," She said, smacking him over the head playfully with a rolled up piece of newspaper, he chuckled and the band joined in, laughing at their drummer who was being reprimanded for being disgusting and playing gross pranks on the girl.
Often times they'd find her with her legs tucked up and a sketchbook in her lap, several pencils laying by her hips on the seat as she'd scribble away, often they'd try and steal glances but she's smack them over the head with her book before continuing on.
"Oh come on, just one drawing?" Bobby asked, "No," She said, Robbin smiled while watching his band beg to see her art work, "No, I'm busy studying anatomy," she told them, scribbling in her sketchbook and drawing annotations to remember for later.
"Later?" Juan asked, "Maybe later, let's make a deal - you guys get me a pack of mechanical pencils and a ruler and I'll show you," she said, "Alright, sounds easy enough," Stephen agreed.
When the bus came to a halt, the stuff was put in front of her so she looked up.
"Done, got it, now- show us?" Stephen asked, she turned her sketchbook and showed them the beautiful sketching of a woman who seemed to be crying - her eyes shut and lips slightly parted, small tears falling from her eyes as her long hair was captured with flowers.
"Not quite done," She told them, "That's really good, that chick is hot," Juan said, "Of course you think that, you slut," she said making them all laugh together.
"Here," She gave them one after ripping it from her sketchbook, it was a sketch of them all smirking at the camera as they posed.
"I drew you losers from memory," She told them, "Dude this is badass, you made my ass look great," Stephen said, "And my hair- wow," Bobby said, "I like the way you put detail into the guitars," Robbin smiled, "Of course," she smiled and continued drawing.
"So... You gonna do anything but draw?" Stephen asked, "You gonna do anything but fuck and talk?" She asked "Touche."
Robbin kept an eye on her and smiled softly.
She was cute, feisty and had a certain flare to her that he couldn't pinpoint, yet he was interested, she was everything he found interesting in a woman, and not just for a one night stand.
(Part 2?)
