Run Away From The Pain

Walk This Way, To The Land Of The Gypsies.

We're on our way to Dogana, riding in the comfort of a double stretch limo. 
Though I've been in Samarinia for almost 2 and a half, maybe 3 months.. I've never been outside of San Marqui, which is the capital of Samarinia.. you know... Where the palace is, and all. 

Looking through the windows of the limo, seeing all this beautiful country has to offer me, I really felt sheltered. This tour is honestly just what I needed. 

"So are you excited for tonight?" Tom asked my brother Nick, who was sitting to my left. 
Unfortunately for me, I was squished in between Nick and Steven, making it hard for me to breathe.... Damn, claustrophobia. 

"Yeah! Definitely! I haven't been to any concerts in a while... I've been too busy with practice and prince stuff." He chuckled, making me roll my eyes. 

"Practice? For what?" Joe tore his gaze from Claudia's ice blue eyes, and landed them upon my brother, who had the build of an athlete.... no duh.

"Ice Hockey. I'm apart of the National Samarinian team." He grinned proudly.

"No shit.. Dude, I love hockey!" Brad practically screamed jumping out of his seat. 

"Yeah?" My brother Nick had an amused smile on his lips. "You guys should come to one of my games some time, if you want." 

"That'd be awesome!" Steven and I both grinned. 
"But wait," Steven added. "Is it even legal that you're the prince, and you're playing in a national league? Like... isn't everyone afraid to hit you, or something?" 

"Actually, no one in the league knew I was the prince until a year after I joined, and well..." He sighed nostalgically. "By that time, everyone had beat the piss out of me, so they were all pretty used to it. Plus, I'm a big boy, I can handle myself."

"I'm sure you can." I chuckled, punching his muscular bicep lightly .

We sped past rolling hills of white snow, which slowly faded into hills of green, with little sprouts of gold and red flowers sticking up everywhere. 
"Look!" I gasped, pointing towards the window, making everyone abruptly jerk their necks in the direction I was facing. "Gypsies!"

Steven and I were absolutely facinated by Gypsies; always have, and always will be.
We stared in awe as we saw the flower-children dancing through the green grass, in the same direction we were headed. 

There was a small group of them, all looking similar, yet vastly different. 
The females were wearing either extremely baggy cloth pants, or a flowy skirt, with little gold coins hanging off the end of the hems. 
The men were wearing cloth shorts, or pants, and were topless, showing off their broad shoulders, and tanned backs. 

One of the girls in the group, I noticed, had a leather satchel with the Aerosmith wings stitched onto it.

"Oh my god! Look!" I grinned pointing to the bag.
Steven and I looked at eachother with the same playfull grin. 
We rolled down one of the windows of the stretch limo, and poked our heads out.

"Oooowwwwwwwww" Steven screamed his typical 'Steven Tyler' vocal shriek as  we drove past them, grasping their attention. 

"OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU'RE STEVEN TYLER!" One of them screamed, as they began chasing the limo.

"Pull over real quick!" Joe grinned, yelling to the driver, who did just that. 
As the car rolled to a stop, we all piled out, waiting for the gypsies to reach us. 

"oh my god!" The girl with the Aerosmith satchel, and long brown dredlocks was screaming as she ran up to us. "Steven! Oh my god, I'm like, in love with y-"
She paused instantly as she saw Nick and I.

"Oh... your majesties, forgive me." She bowed her head lightly, not daring to look us in the eyes.

"Don't worry about it!" I chuckled, and lifted her up, so she wouldn't have to bow. "I would've done the exact same thing!"

"No you wouldn't..." Steven laughed, draping an arm around me, and pulling me into his warm torso. "You ran away from me when we first met." 

"The circumstances were different." I shrugged, and circled an arm around his waist, and turned back towards the group. "So where are you guys headed to?"

"To Dogana..." A thin looking boy, spoke up, with dirty blonde hair falling in his eyes. "We were headed to your show!"

"Kick ass!" Joey grinned wildly. "We can't wait to see you guys there!"

"Definitely.. but wait..." Claudia cut in, with concern filling her eyes. "Where are you guys coming from? I mean, we're coming from San Marqui, which is an hour and a half from here... by car... are you guys walking there?"

"Yeah, It's fine. We walk everywhere!" Another girl with shining green eyes, that were plastered on Joey, spoke up. "We're actually from Dogana, but we were shopping and visiting old friends in Quasina, which is only like 20 minutes from Dogana, walking time."

"That's too cool.." She smiled.

"Well, I guess we'll see you guys at the show!" Steven grinned and gave each of them a swift hug, before returning to my side. 
As the rest of the band, my brother and I, all said our goodbyes, we piled back into the limo and finished off the trip in about 10 minutes, arriving at the Dogana International Arena. 

Once again, we all piled out of the car, and marvled at the grandiose building before us. 
Constructed out of concrete, The entire building had elaborate depictions of figure skaters and hockey players, carved into  the side of the building. 
As we stepped into the arena, the instant chill of an air conditioner sent goosepimples errupting onto my skin. 

"Cold, baby?" Steven asked, taking off the jacket he had, and slinging it over my shoudlers. 

"A little... Thank you." I smiled, and kissed his cheek lightly. 
We all made our way back stage, and each of the boys disappeared into their perspective dressing rooms, with me and my brother following Steven. 

"Woah.. this is a huge dressing room!" I gasped as we stepped into the room that was just about as big as my bedroom. 

"Well... this is the locker room." Nick smiled. "This is where the team changes before and after each game."

"Wait, you play here?!" Steven and I both stared at him. 

"Yeah." He shrugged, pulling his lips into a boyish grin. 

"What a co-inky-dink." I giggled, plopping down on a couch that was placed in the center of the room. 

Nicholas strolled over, and plopped down on the large leather cushion next to me, stretching his buff arms across the back of the couch. 

"i'll be back, I'm just gonna go change." Steven smiled as he picked up his bag and strolled into the adjacent bathroom. 
I shook my head knowing all too well what he was about to do, which got me to thinking;

How bad could it possibly be to snort again? I mean... the feeling I got from it was AMAZING and if I'm gonna be with Steven, I'll almost never run out... right?
But no... I'm a 'Princess and I need to act like one' as my mother constantly reminds me. 

I sighed and got up from the couch, making my way to the bathroom. 
I rested my hand on the knob for a momenta and took a deep breath, then I quietly opened the door, and slipped into the room, shutting the door behind me. 
What did I see? Steven Tyler, clad in a thick black and white stripped jump suit, which of course was very low cut, so you could see all of his chest. 
Dressed like beetlejuice, and high as a kite, Steven was bent over the sink counter, snorting up a nice fat line. 

I just leaned up against the door with my arms folded against my chest, and a foot resting on the wall behind me. 
"Why am I not surprised?" I sighed, shaking my head. 
He jumped lightly at the sound of my voice, and turned around with an embarassed look smearing his face. 

"Babe! I uhh..." He stuttered to find an excuse. "It's for the show! I uh.. I need energy, you know?"

"Yeah... no, I understand." I rolled my eyes, which made him frown sadly. 

"Come on, don't be mad." He cooed, and stepped forward, closing in the distance between us.
His body, lightly pressed against mine, pushed me into the door, which honestly, is a huge turn on. 
His chocolate eyes were blazing into mine, sending chills up my spine, and that delcious churning in my stomach appeared again. 

Steven could tell exactly what I was feeling, and smirked slightly, leaning down so our faces were mere centimeters from one another. 
His lips lightly grazed my own, and made their way down my jaw bone, and found solace on the most tender part of my neck, making a tiny moan escape my lips. 

"Damn it, Steven." I groaned "Don't turn me on when I'm mad at you.."

"Oh, so I turn you on?" His lips worked back up towards mine, as he sucked on my lower lip lightly. 

"N-no." I breathed, as that exquisite feeling in the pit of my stomach arose once again. 
He paused and looked directly into my golden eyes, with a playful smirk dancing across his lips. 

"I think you're lying to me." I felt his hands, once resting delicately on my hips, moving south of my belt.

"S-steven!" I gasped, making him chuckle maliciously. "Stop."
I moaned lightly, trying to keep my voice down, knowing my brother was just behind the door. 

"Why? you like this." He whispered into my ear, gently nibbling on my lobe. 

"Because... you have a show." My lips trembled, and thighs quivered at his magic touch. "And my brother is in the next room."

"Maybe he'll go take a little walk for us?" His sexy smile was as contagious as the plague, making me grin from ear to ear.

"Steven.." I sighed. "Later."
I pulled my face to his, planting a passionate kiss on his lips.
I broke apart all too soon, knowing it would drive him wild. 
I quickly slipped out the door, shutting Steven inside. 

I shuffled over to the large leather couch, and plopped down next to my brother with a sigh. 
All he could do was look at me with a smug grin on his face. 
"What?" I laughed a little. 

"Oh nothing." He smirked

"No.. tell me." I sat up, giggling a little. 

"Nothing, I can just tell how much you guys care about each other." He sighed nostaligcally. "I always thought I'd be able to meet and approve of whoever your first boyfriend was and do well.. you know... Big brother things with you, I guess."

"Well... You are still my big brother, whether we got the chance to do those things or not." I smiled and leaned against him, using him as a pillow, to which he drapped an arm around my shoulders. 

"I know." He sighed. "And I do, by the way."

"You do what?" I gazed up at him, confused. 

"I approve." 

"You do?" I squealed, placing the largest grin on my face, and squeezing him as hard as I could. 

"Of course." he chuckled, hugging me back

"You're amazing." I smiled, as Steven strolled out of the little bathroom. 

"Who me? Yeah, I know." He laughed. "But you're just 10 times more amazing than I'll ever be."

"What? Is today compliment a princess day?" I laughed, getting up from the couch. 
I walked over towards Steven who was now sitting on the little stool infront of the makeshift vanity. 
Per-routine, I straddled Steven and took the little stick of coal liner, and dragged it across his eyelids, making dark, theatrical lines. 
When I was finished I put the pencil down, and just sat there smiling like a goofball at Steven.
He opened his eyes, and grinned at me. 

"Hi." 
"H-" I was cut off by the door opening slightly.

"Mr. Tyler, you've got 5 minutes till show time."
My heart skipped a beat, because for a split second, I thought it was Ralph.
When I got a look at the man, he was stocky, and had a blonde mullet which hung to the middle of his large back. 
My already heavy heart, just had a 1,000 pound weight chained to it, and was tossed off the George Washington Bridge..

"Thanks, Roger."
Steven smiled and wrapped his arms around me, standing up so my legs were tangled around his torso. 
He walked over to the couch, and plopped me down next to Nick. 
I sighed heavily, and watched as Steven warmed up his vocals for the show. 

Minutes later, the new bodyguard, Roger came and got Steven.
"Let's go." Steven smiled and grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room, with my brother following closely behind. 

Almost perfectly in sync, all of the guys came out of their dressing rooms at the same time, so we all met up in the hall. 
"Ahh, this is gonna be so kick ass!" Claudia grinned, jumping up and down. 

"Let's hope no one get's shot this time.." I muttered under my breath, as the usual nauseating clench around my heart returned, at the memories of loosing Ralph.  

We all walked backstage, and took our places as the band ran out onto the stage. 
Steven and Joe left a split second later, so Claudia and I could kiss them and wish them luck.
As they leaped out onto the stage, the crowd went wild. I could see most of the audience from my view point behind the velvet curtains of the stage, and right there in the front row, I saw the group of gypsies we passed earlier. 
Steven must've noticed them too, because he made it a point to personally greet them.

"So on our way to this beautiful fuckin' venue, we met some awesome fans." He paused as erruptions of cheers made their way to the stage. "This lovely group of people right here, in front of the stage, fucking walked to this concert.. That's motherfuckin' dedication! This one's for you crazy fuckin' gypsies! Hit it!"
He kicked the air, as Joey started pounding out the beat for Walk This Way.
Joe instantly picked up the riff, and the entire band began to jam. 

Claudia, Nick and I began to bounce around and sing along to each lyric. 
"Backstroke lover always hidin' neath the covers till I talk to your daddy he say!" We all screamed out, making Steven turn to us, and wink, giggling as his tongue licked out each word.

"He said, 'You ain't seen nothin' till your down on a muffin then you're sure to be a changin' your ways! I met a cheerleader, was a real young bleeder all the times I could reminisce!" He sang out to the crowd, stealing side glances from me every chance he got.

"Cause the best thins of lovin' with her sister and her cousin, only started with a little kiss" I screamed out, stealing his attention once again, and blowing him a kiss. "Like this!" 
He danced around the stage, high off of life, blow, and me. 

The entire night was filled with screaming, dancing, singing and laughter. 
It was so much fun, and just a great break from the chaos my life has become. 

As the night rolled on, my fears and worries melted away, and I was thrown into the blissful abyss of Steven's love. 
His eyes were on me every chance they got. 
And of course, my eyes never left him. 

They ran through multiple songs from Toys in the Attic, Get Your Wings, and of course Rocks. 
They finished off with Sweet Emotion, like they always do, and hopped off the stage. 

They all joined Nick, Claudia and I, and waited for a moment, grinning at the screams and cat calls they heard. 
Steven gave me a quick grin, and sprinted back out onto the stage, with the boys in tow. 
He slid across the stage, and sat himself down on a black piano that was rolled out for him. 

He waited for a moment or two until the erruption calmed down, and began to play the haunting, rocking melody to Dream On; their usual encore preformance.
I just grinned as I watched the multitalented love of my life belt out lyric after lyric. 

He got up, and grabbed his cloaked microphone, preparing for the big scream.
"Dream On... Dream On.. Dream On, Dream until the dream comes true..." He smiled and winked at me before returning to the mic. "Dream on, Dream on, Dream on, dream until your dream comes true. Yeahh... Dream on Dream on Dream on Dream on....." 

He paused for a moment drawing a quick breath, and prepared for the scream. 
"Dream on, Dream on Dream on... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I turned my head slightly to notice everyone staring at me; Claudia, Nick, Steven, and even the rest of the band.
They all had the most baffled, and mezmorized looks in their eyes, though they continued to play as though nothing was effecting them. 
They finished off the song, said their goodbyes and goodnights, and instantly ran backstage towards us. 

"Holy shit!" Joe gasped.
"Why didn't you tell us you had a set of pipes like that?!" Joey gaped.
"That was almost as high pitched and annoying as when Steven does it," Brad smirked, receiving a glower and a smack on the arm from Steven. "Good job!"

Steven had the most smug grin on his face, I've ever seen. 
"Was I singing too loudly?" I hid my face in embarassment. 

"No! Holy shit, that was awesome! You hit that note perfectly." He grinned and pulled me into his so he could hug, and kiss me.

"Go take a shower, sweaty." I chuckled and wiped my hands off, playfully. 
He smirked, and bent down to whisper into my ear.

"Only if you come with me." His hot breath tickled my ear, and sent shivers up my spine. 
I grinned as we began to walk back towards the dressing rooms. 

"Wait, Ace." My brother called to me, making me stop in my tracks, still clinging to Steven's arm. 

"Yeah?"

"Can you come here? I need to talk to you for a second."
I peeked up at Steven who smiled at me, clearly knowing what the conversation would be about. 

"I'll see you in a minute." I smiled and stood on my tippytoes to kiss him quickly. 
He grinned and kissed me back, then headed towards his dressing room as I stayed back to speak with Nick. 

"So what's up?" I asked as everyone in the hall dispersed. 

"You're my sister," He began all serious, but then sighed as fear and worry struck his green eyes. "I care about you, Ace, and I really don't want to see you get hurt."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, perplexed.

"I know about the drugs.." He deadpanned. 

"I'm not doing them though..." I defended. 

"That doesn't matter... you may start if you keep hanging around him.." He sighed. "I'm not so sure if I approve anymore.."

"Look, Nick..." I huffed, crossing my arms. "I really appreciate the whole, big brother protective thing you've got going on here... But I'm a grown woman and I can take care of myself... anyway, I've been down that road, and I'm really not to keen on going back." 

"You have?!" His eyes grew wide with shock. 

"Yeah.." I bowed my head, embarassed. "But I stopped. The withdrawl is enough to make you never wanna go near the stuff again.." 

"Then how can you stand being around him? Isn't he snorting all the time?" Nicholas's curiosity was getting the best of him. 

"Because I love him." I sighed. "I'm trying to get him to stop, I really am.." 

"As long as you're trying." He smiled lightly and hugged me. "But please.. just..... just stay safe."

"I will." I smiled and squeezed him back. 

"Now go talk some sense into your boytoy." He laughed and pushed me in the direction of Steven's dressing room. 
I rolled my eyes and walked away.