ʟᴀ ᴛʀɪᴩ // 𝐠𝐧𝐫

1 - A band named Guns N' Roses

A/N: Guns N' Roses didn't come to Portugal in 1988 but in 1992. But as I don't give a single fuck about that and this is a fiction, they came. Sooooo yeah, enjoy.

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Lisbon, Portugal. May, 1988.

I've been living in Portugal for about 16 years, almost 17, and this place has never changed. It's not bad living here. The people are nice to you, it's a beautiful country and Lisbon is no doubt one of the most beautiful cities. Before me, my brother and my parents moved to Portugal when I was seven, we lived in London. My brother and I had born there. That's why I'm speaking to you in English. I also speak Portuguese. The circumstances obeyed me to learn this tricky language. But I can say, after 16 years learning and trying to speak Portuguese, I know how to speak as a native Portuguese.

Now I'm 23 years old, turning to 24, I live in an apartment in Bairro Alto. I live alone and yeah, it's kind of sad living alone. I work in the biggest record store of Lisbon, Valentim de Carvalho, placed in Chiado. I work here since I was 18. I left my parents house in the day I turned 18 and I moved to my best friend's, Sally, apartment, but I still needed money for my addictions, so I found this wonderful place and I've been working here since then.

I have a co-worker, Teresa. She's a Portuguese girl, really skinny, blonde hair, tall and slut face. She's really annoying, and she's does literally nothing. I have to do my work and also hers, because she doesn't move her skinny ass.

It's 10 in the morning and I'm behind the counter, flicking through the music newspaper called Blitz. When I was about to start reading an article about the newest rock bands of the year, my boss shows up with a box and lands it on the counter.

"Effy, tira tudo o que está na montra e põe isto, por favor." My boss says. I speak in Portuguese with my boss, so I'm gonna translate everything for you. So, basically he said Effy, take off everything that is in the show window and put this, please. His name is Artur (Arthur). He's an old man and passionate for music. Every kind of music. He loves everything.

I open the box and see a lot of merchandised shirts (all kind of shirts), records and cassettes. All of them are from Guns N' Roses. I don't know this band very well, but I know that their record is in the first place of the top ten list for about 2 mouths.

"What is about that band? Why do you want a show window with their things?" I ask as I take a better look on the stuff inside the box.

"They are gonna do a show tomorrow night at The Alvalade Stadium and fans love that shit. They are a famous LA rock band. They are pretty good, to be honest. I thought you were into them, as you are all rock n' roll and stuff..." He explains.

"Actually, I'm not into them. I just know their name because they are at the first place on the top ten list." I say while I pick up the box and head to the showcase.

About an hour later I had the show window done and I could finally read my newspaper. When I am about to sit down on the chair behind the counter, 2 girls enter in the shop, talking very loud. Ugh. It's impossible not to hear what they are saying. Imagine two 14 year old girls talking hysterically. Yeah, that's it. This is their conversation.

"Oh my god, tomorrow night is gonna be so awesome."

"Oh my god, yes. And they are sooo hooot"

"How do you know?"

"My sister lives in L.A. and she's dating the lead singer. She said that they are really hot and she slept with all of them." What a whore. Disgusting.

"Do you have a picture to prove what you're saying?" I can't believe that they are almost on the other side of the store and I can still hear them clearly.