"Kayla, do you know how much trouble we could get in for this?" I whisper-shrieked.
Kayla rolled her eyes and continued walking down the long hallway looking at each door carefully as we passed it. I was nervous as hell and I felt clammy all over. "I don't give a shit. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It's not my fault those security guards were too busy getting stoned to keep us from coming back here." She picked up speed coming to the last door at the end of the hallway.
"Can't we just wait for the meet-and-greet? You can't get arrested there." I reasoned. Kayla, my twin, and I had attended the Aerosmith Toys in the Attic concert tonight and, like most fans, were desperate to meet the band...Kayla a little more than others. She resorted to sneaking backstage and we were now searching for Steven's dressing room amidst a huge corridor full of unmarked doors.
"Just come on. I heard Steven's really laid back; plus I'm sure he's gacked so he's not gonna flip when he sees us."
"And just how do you know all this?"
I watched as she tried the doorknob on the last of the gray metal doors. It looked exactly like all of the others. The difference was, the knob turned when Kayla's hand grasped it. She looked at me, shocked. In that moment, I realized that she was probably never expecting to actually find an unlocked door. So, she was just as surprised as me. "Clary...oh shit. Come on!"
I looked down the hall to see if anyone was coming. The coast was clear so, with a knot in my stomach, I crossed the threshold of the room. The door shut with a quiet, *click*. Inside it smelled like a combination of incense and weed. I couldn't help but think, "so this is what Steven Tyler smells like", and smile. It was actually soothing since the lights were turned down low. Clothes were sort of everywhere, on top of a folding chair and a vanity bench. There were a few scarves lying around and a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniel's, which was sitting on the mirror-top vanity next to a few miscellaneous makeup items. Next to those makeup items were three small bags of weed and a packet of rolling papers.
"Look." I pointed.
"Mary-fuckin'-Jane!" Kayla said walking over to the vanity, where I was standing.
I grabbed her wrist before she could touch anything. "Kay don't."
"What?"
"That's rock star pot." I joked. "And even if-" But I never got to tell her "even if" because I was interrupted by the gentle click of the very door that Kay and I had come through only minutes before. Accompanied by the click were footsteps and...Steven's voice. I instinctively shoved Kay's body behind a long sheet of fabric that was draped across the wall, she squealed, but then went silent. I followed her in.
"Just gimme a minute; I wanna see if the groupies got here yet." The voice said, and the door closed behind him. Next I heard the flick of a lighter. He was rummaging through something then he stopped at the vanity. He pulled back the fabric and removed a joint from in between his lips and let the smoke float up into the air. He looked at us, confused at first. Then he smiled, and I almost got lost in his eyes.
"We're..." I could hardly speak. I wanted to finish my sentence with the word "sorry", but before I could, Kay interrupted me.
"The groupies...that you were talking about." She lied, smiling. She stepped forward toward Steven and started getting into "character". She put her arms around him and looked back at me. What did she think she was doing?
"Right, the groupies. I see you're, uh, twins." His eyes narrowed as he examined the two of us. Despite being twins, Kayla had inherited our mother's curves and I hadn't. I felt self-conscious as fuck having Steven Tyler evaluate me. This plan wasn't going to work. In fact, it wasn't even a plan. How did groupies act? I had no clue. Did they just start inciting sex immediately? Who knows?
