Valium

What Happens in The Marquee Club Stays in The Marquee Club

*Val's POV*

I didn't want to admit but I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable here. Despite living in London practically all my life, I had never set foot in The Marquee Club. I was into hard rock and all that but I just didn't see myself going there. The place was always filled with drunk men and women, head-banging and sweating. Not that I mind getting drunk but perhaps I was just too proper for the place.

Proper, there's that word again. Not to forget the fact that I had no friends to hang out with. That's what normal people do, right? Hang-out in clubs with their friends on weekends, have fun and what not. Except I was never normal. I never went out much – friends were out of the question. I was again amazed at how easily I had opened up to Axl. It was still overwhelming but I liked the feeling. It is cliché but I still feel like I know him. We have this deep connection and I want to find out where this goes.

I shuddered immediately. It could go any way. Good or bad. But hey, what's life without risks?

Snapping me out of my ever boring thoughts was a woman standing near me. The show was going on in full swing and GN'R was ready to take the stage pretty soon. To say I was excited was definitely putting it mildly. I was going to see Axl and the band live properly for the very first time.

And I was in front row.

It is important to know that I was definitely the weirdest person here. Appearance wise, of course. While the rest of the girls had faces packed with make-up, I had a fresh – almost bare face with a hint of red lipstick on my lips. Dang, I forgot to wipe it off last night. I had just lined my eyes with pitch black kohl and left my hair wavy and open. My knee length charcoal grey dress hugged my curves the way it was supposed to and today I had even decided to accessorize a little bit by adding a delicate black choker. I like to think I looked decent, however, by the look on Axl's face when he saw me – I think I looked more than just decent. I didn't have any hatred for women around here since they were entitled to wear whatever they wanted. Personally, I just couldn't handle looking like a Christmas tree daily.

The woman standing next to me shot me a filthy look. What the fuck?

"Never seen you around here before." She spat and continued to eye me up and down. I felt sick but I wasn't having any of it.

"Good, neither have I." I smiled sweetly and turned my face away from her. I really was in no mood to get in a fight especially with crazy fan girls that reeked of cheap perfume.

I think she got the hint because she wasn't there when I looked again. Good riddance. At this point, the screams and chanting were beginning to get louder and louder. The crowd wanted Guns N' Roses. The lights were turned off suddenly. It felt as if my heart was going to fly right out of my chest.

Axl's voice was the first thing that everyone heard.

"Marquee Club, huh?"

This was followed by some silence. The one minute pause made everyone lose their minds, I'm sure.

"DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE FUCK YOU AREEEEEEEEE?!!! YOU'RE IN THE JUNGLE BABY, YOU'RE GONNA DIEEEEEEEE!"

Oh. My. God.

And it was exactly when Axl also murmured "oh my god." I was mesmerized.

The lights were on all of a sudden, with the band now visible and clearly owning the stage infront of the crowd. I couldn't look away even if I tried. It felt as if they belonged there. My goodness, this band was definitely going to live on forever. I have to admit it was hard having Axl not look at me, even when I was in the front row. I could understand why though. There were just too many fucking people – sheesh. Sometimes it felt as if he was looking at me but then again, his gaze wasn't too focused. He was dancing and running all over the stage. I couldn't understand how he could sing and do that at the same time. It definitely looked like it was a lot of work. The rest of the guys were naturals as well. Izzy was ever-calm, just strumming lightly on his guitar as if he wasn't even in this world. Slash was thrashing around and completely in sync with Axl's movements. Steven was the happiest drummer I had ever seen in my entire life. Seriously though, the guy never fucking stopped smiling! Duff was the coolest in his knee-high cowboy boots. And needless to point out, all of them had cigarettes in their mouths – except Axl, of course.