Valium

The Biggest Fuckin' Chick-Magnet

"Hurry, hurry the fuck up! Or else this chick will rub her tits all over me!"

Duff exclaimed loudly. They were all trying to get inside their studio in London when suddenly a mob of GN'R fans came out of nowhere. Currently, they all wanted to rub almost any part of their bodies with one of the band members. The only thing which made Duff spot Slash was his puffy, raven hair. No other part of him was visible since he was practically plastered with women. It didn't look like he was even the slightest bit irritated though. Duh.

"Duffy, I'm inside already so let the security guards handle Slash and Izzy." Steven yelled from inside the studio. Right when Duff entered, he saw a rather dreamy looking Izzy enter along with them.

"What's gotten you so happy?" Duff asked as a matter of fact.

"Dude, I just received a groin massage from this chick in the crowd! I'm a lucky fucker today." Izzy went on rambling about how hot the girl was and that he felt as if she had written her phone number with a marker alongside his hipbone.

"Look at you, scoring all the girls, you fucking chick-magnet!" Steven and Duff rather wailed. It wasn't like they didn't score a dozen or more girls on their own daily. Men and their ego. 

"Did I hear anyone say chick-magnet? Daddy's in the fuckin' house! I've got 6 girls lined up for a visit tonight at the Hilton. These British girls are so sexy. Fuck me!"

A half-drunk Slash just joined the others in the studio. After the 'chick rant', they were back to being normal. Discussing music and the compositions for the current tracks they had been recording. Whatever it was that was going on in their lives, it all came down to music in the end. Music was life. Music was Guns N' Roses.

"Where in the fuck is Ax?" Slash asked Duff and Steven.

"He gave me a call and told me that he was on his way to the studio ten minutes ago. He sounded like he a fuckin' mess".

Izzy told all of them. The guys had been concerned about Axl for some months now. He was acting strange and would turn up late for shows a lot of times. Not that it had any effect on his performances live. He was a power-house; raw, edgy and completely unapologetic when it came to delivering the fans with the ultimate "GN'R experience". They were all a family from the beginning and being family meant caring for one another through thick and thin.

Suddenly there was huge bang on the door and then Axl could be seen escorted inside by the security guards. He shut the door behind him and added way too quickly, "Who the fuck would ever wanna give a man a blowjob in the middle of a fuckin' crowd! Out in the streets! Damn these British chicks!"

As soon as the words escaped his lips, all of the other band members erupted with laughter.

"AXL, THE BIGGEST FUCKIN' CHICK-MAGNET. FUCK YEAH!" They yelled in unison. And after twenty-four hours of bullshit, and a twisted break-up that he still could not figure out, Axl chuckled.

It, however, did not mend his broken heart. He sighed. He was finally in the studio with the guys. The new location of the studio and being in England once again instead of America was rather soothing to him in a way.

He felt inspired. But he also felt awfully lonely.

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Two days later, the guys made their way inside the studio again. They were a band with a mission today. As they set everything up to rock n' roll for the entire day, the atmosphere within the room could be seen to be changing. This was not unnoticed by their manager, who immediately told the producers to start recording the live sessions.

While gearing up for the jam, Axl realized two things; 1) His relationship with Erin was finally over, and 2) He strangely felt relieved about all of it despite how it had ended.

Skimming through some of the pages in his notebook where he wrote most of his thoughts and the lyrics for their songs, he stopped somewhere in the middle. A massive amount of memories came flooding into his brain but he put them aside forcefully. He had written so much because of her. For her. Sweet Child.

"Okay. Iz, Slash, Duff, Steve, y'all ready?" Axl geared up for the jam finally. This is going to be a long day.

"Heck yeah!" Clearing his throat, Duff picked up his bass and began.

"1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4...."

Axl's melodious whistling took over the room, Slash was ever diligent with his acoustic guitar and Duff, along with Izzy & Steven, was lost in the rhythm.

Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin' you....

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((Alright then, that's a wrap for today guys! I want to thank everyone who is following the story so far and giving me feedback. It means more than you know.

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This chapter wasn't as big but I just wanted to lay it out there for everyone. This is just a glimpse of their world. We're in the jungle, baby.

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