Terror Twin [Def Leppard] #Wattys2016

X: Love And Affection

Pyromania had been out for about two weeks. They weren't enjoying as much "mainstream success" as hoped, but they were getting sales.

More sales than High 'N Dry and On Through The Night combined.

Just like the sales rising, Steve's thirst for the bottle at his lips gained strength every day. Steve knew Phil thought he was getting better. And he was getting better.

Better at hiding it.

Meanwhile, Joe was at home, on the phone with their manager by the name of "Mutt" Lange.

They were deciding whether or not to release a song as a single, and what song. Mutt felt releasing a single would possibly get them radio play, and that would make more people check out the album. Joe wasn't so sure about it, but in the end agreed, knowing it could only help the band.

They decided on Photograph. It was a strong track, guitar heavy but with a catchy hook that would get stuck in your head. Again, Joe wasn't sure if it was a good thing, but followed Mutt's lead. It could only help, he remembered.

Once everything was set, about a week later on February 3rd Mutt released Photograph as a single; Bringin' On The Heartbreak as the b-side on the UK version and Action! Not Words for the US.

On February 4th, Sav was driving down to Joe's garage, as he lived further away than the others.

He flicked on the radio, it automatically playing the only rock station in the area.

The radio man was speaking, although Sav wasn't listening. He did tune in, however, when he heard "Def Leppard".

"This next one is Def Leppard with Photograph!" The too-cheery man exclaimed, the radio falling silent for a second before Sav heard it.

Holy fucking shit. We're on the effin' radio.

He suddenly was desperate to own one of those new cell phones: they may be bigger than his head, but Sav needed to scream to Joe right now.

He found himself grinning so hard his cheeks hurt.

Rick was alone in Joe's garage. Joe had left to use the loo, and neither Steve or Phil had arrived yet: Rick figured they'd show up together. The radio was on a sport's channel, and Rick was tired of soccer. He reached over, turning the dial and biting his lip. He paused, confusion flooding his gaze.

I know that song.

Rick furrowed his brows, trying to figure out how he knew it.

Then it hit him in the face like a brick.

I wrote that song.

He gasped, readying himself to call out to his friend to get his arse back out here.

"J-"

"Joe!" Sav screamed, leaping out of his car and racing into the garage. "Rick, we're on the fucking radio!"

Rick only pointed to the stereo beside him, nodding. Sav was in hysterics.

"Joe! Joe, get out here!" Sav yelled, and finally the man himself appeared.

"Hey, babe. What's the big deal about.. oh my god."