Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

F.I.N.E

I woke up from my nap around 4 in the afternoon. I was still in a bad mood; frustrated, and tired. My aura wasn't bright, and if it stayed that way till tonight, my show was going to be terrible. 

I instantly went into the studio that was in our S.C home, burned some incense, and began to meditate. 

About a half hour later, I began to feel better; happier, lighter. My aura was brightening up, and turned from a deep red to a light, airy, blue. 

Steven opened the door to the studio, not realizing I was in here.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry, Mia. I didn't realize you were in here." He apologized "Shit, I hope I didn't ruin her meditation sesh." he muttered under his breath.

"No, Baby, don't worry, you didn't." I giggled. "I'm feeling much better anyway." I smiled

"Oh, you are?" He grinned and raised an eyebrow. "Well, I was hoping I could try something, to lighten your mood a little." 

I caught on to what he was saying, and grinned. 

"Well, what did you have in mind?" I got up, and walked, quite seductively, over to him. 

"I think you have an idea." He grinned a little wider, and grabbed my waist, pulling me close to him.

"Mmmm." I moaned a little, playing with one of his thick brown curls. Suddenly, he kissed me passionately. After a few moments, his hands traveled south of my waist, and he cupped them under my thighs, and lifted me up so I could wrap my legs around him. He walked over to the leather couch at the other end of the sound room, and laid me down on it, so he was on top of me.

He sent a line of kisses down my neck, and as he unbuttoned my shirt, he kissed each area the next button revealed, until my entire shirt was off and I was just in a bra. He then unbuttoned my shorts, and pulled them down. Once again, he kissed me, full of passion and fire, and I pulled his shirt up to his neck, and then off of him as we broke apart for a moment. 

Steven unzipped his pants, and pulled them off. We stared at each other for a few moments, but it seemed like years. 

He leaned down, and kissed me. 

"I love you, Mia. My little gypsy." He breathed in between kisses. 

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After Steven and I showered, together, we dried off and got ready for my concert. I didn't do my hair, or make-up considering I had someone at the venue, do it for me. 

I changed into a pair of shorts, and an old tank top, and a pair of flip flops. 

"Ready." I giggled, as Steven turned around, and eyed me up and down. 

"Sexy." He chuckled. 

Then, the doorbell rang, and I knew Mary and her husband, Andrew, arrived. 

I ran down the stairs to answer the door, and when I opened it, I jumped into her arms. 

"Ahhh I'm so excited you're coming!" I screeched. 

"I'm so excited, I can't believe I-" She paused, looking at my attire. "Am I over dressed?"

I looked at her tight skinny jeans, and flowy, black peplum tank, and her black combat boots. 

"Nope, you're perfect." I smiled.

"Great, then why do you look like shit?" She laughed, and I pretended to act offended.

"How rude." I chuckled. "Here, come on inside. Steven's almost ready so we should get going soon. Do you guys want anything to drink while we wait?" I asked, leading them into the kitchen.

"You still a bartender?" Mary asked.

"Yep" I grinned. 

"Okay, I'll have a vodka soda, with a cherry." She smiled.

"Coming right up." I laughed and made her drink. "You want anything, Andrew?" 

"No thanks, I'm okay." He smiled, though he seemed nervous.

I set Mary's drink down in front of her, and made myself a cup of tea, and of course, put it in my Aerosmith thermous, so I could bring it with me. 

"Okay, I'm finally ready." Steven smiled as he strolled into the kitchen. 

Andrew looked at Steven like he was seeing a ghost, and I instantly knew why he was so nervous.

"Steven, this is Mary, and her husband Andrew." I smiled "They're gonna be backstage with us tonight."

"Awesome! How are you guys? It's nice to meet you, I'm Steven Tyler." He grinned and shook their hands.

"It's an honor, I'm a huge fan." Andrew smiled, regaining the color in his face. 

"Ahh well thank you. If you'd like I can introduce you to the rest of the band, tonight. I'm pretty sure they're all coming to the show, since they're in town." Steven chuckled

"That'd be awesome! Thank you so much!" Andrew replied. 

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We stepped out of the limo Steven and I rented, and walked into the back door of the concert venue, where of course, fans were waiting for Steven and I. We spent about 20 minutes taking pictures, and signing autographs, and just before we walked into the venue, Steven picked me up and kissed me, clearly taking advantage of the photo op. 

When we got inside, I rushed into my dressing room, where Clairesse, my stylist, was waiting for me. 

"You're a savior. I'm so sorry, I'm running late. I was waiting for this diva to get ready." I rolled my eyes, and pointed at Steven.

"Hey, it takes time and effort to look this good." He struck a pose, which made me giggle.

"Okay, love." I chuckled and kissed him, before sitting down in front of the large mirror, and letting Clairesse get to work. 

After about 45 minutes, my make-up was perfectly smoked out, and my hair was curly and voluminous.

I decided to wear the same outfit as the night I won Idol. I was surprised the leather shorts still fit, considering it's been about a year, but I still looked good in it, so I didn't mind. 

"Babe, you look even hotter, than you did the first time I saw you in that.. How is that possible?" Steven asked, pulling me into him for a kiss. 

I turned my face at the last second so he would kiss my cheek, instead.

"Lipstick." I grinned, and then planted a big kiss on his cheek, leaving a large red imprint of my lips. 

"Great.." He rolled his eyes and wiped the make-up off his cheek. 

Then Eddie, Steven's security guard who doubles as mine, since we go everywhere together, came into the room. 

"Hey, Mia, you've got 30 minutes before the show starts. I suggest you start warming up." He smiled "Lookin' good, by the way." 

"Thanks, Eddie." I smiled and blew him a kiss. I turned to Steven, and we went through our usual warm up routine, which consisted of him singing a note, and then me trying to sing the same note an octave higer. This went on until we both couldn't reach a higher octave. 

When my voice was warmed up and ready, I went over to the little keyboard that was in my dressing room, and warmed up my hands on the piano, and did the same with my guitar, until Eddie came back in to my dressing room, to lead me upstairs, and out onto the stage.