(For @saaby11 Hope it's what you wanted, thank you for giving me creative freedom with the one-shot. If you ever have anymore requests, just ask!)
-2015-
"Thank you, Nashville!" Mick yelled to the crowd, he shot Keith a glance as he skipped off stage. Keith held onto his 1953 Fender Telecaster Blonde 'Micawber', as he walked off stage. He held onto the neck tightly taking a deep breath once he reached the back stage area. "Here Mr. Richards I'll take that for you." A tech came up waiting for Keith to hand his guitar over. Keith handed it over to the Man, as another assistant came and put a long robe around Keith's shoulders. "Here would you like a water Mr. Richards." Another assistant asked, holding a large bottle of quality water to the tired guitar player. "No, I'll go back to the hotel and get some." Keith waved the man off, walking back to his bohemian Dressing room. He passed Ronnie on his way to the room, who was smiling and laughing while holding his Wife Sally's hand. "Amazing show tonight, Dad!" Theodora grinned, as her father entered the dressing room.
"Thank you, Angel." I smiled putting my arm around Theo, giving her a kiss on the temple. "Where's your Mom?" I questioned, taking a sip of some random drink that was sitting on the coffee table. She went with Alex back to the hotel, they're ordering you food." Theo smiled sitting down, on the Leopard print sofa. "Isn't that sweet, and you stayed behind to catch up with your Ol' father." I laughed, trying to wipe my face free of the sweat. "Yup." Theo stood back up, "Well, I'll let you get changed and what-not. I'll meet you in the car in a few?" She questioned, grabbing her IPhone off the table. "I'll see you in a few then." I replied, as she opened the door and left. I let out a sigh, looking down at my hands- covered in wrinkles. "Well we did it again didn't we old man." I laughed, fixing the bandanna I hand tied around my head. I walked over to my small suitcase and began trying to find a new set of clothes. For some reason tonight I had a sense of melancholy. I unzipped a fake side in the old suitcase, reveling a few worn out photographs. In those photos- she was there, her gorgeous young face, long dark wavy hair. The first true love of my life, my Edith. In the photos there I was as well a twenty something year old chap. My face smooth and unblemished, my dark hair, melting perfectly with hers as we used to lay together. "My girl, my beautiful girl." My bony finger ran across the picture sentimentally. Remembering her.
-1969-
I sat in on the bench playing a few barre chords, my eyes drifted towards Mick who raised a knife to his nose snorting the white powdery substance off the end of the blade. "You know Cocaine is bad for ya'." I heard a silky voice say, as she stepped into the room. Her entrance causing the whole aura of the room to shift, she sauntered in like she owned the place and I didn't mind at all. She was probably Five and half feet tall but her heels and the tan-ness on her legs made her seem like she loomed over the whole room. She was dressed in a long suede coat- which she had buttoned up and my mind ultimately began to drift as to what she had on underneath. Mick laughed, "Edith you're such'a charm." He held his arms out for the gorgeous girl, I felt a twing in my heart as I watched them embrace. Thinking of Mick knowing- and probably fucking that perfect girl made me so jealous for some reason. Mick let go of her, giving her a glance over. "Why are you all buttoned up, it's the middle of summer in Nashville!" She rolled her eyes at him. "Don't you like my coat?" I stood abruptly, sitting my semi-hollow body guitar down. "I think your coat is beautiful, but not nearly as beautiful as you are." I spoke, walking over to her and Mick. "Oh, Keith give it a rest." Jagger spoke rolling his eyes, he removed his hand from the girls waist and grabbed a drink off the table. "I appreciate that." She paused holding her hand out. I took her small, delicate hand in mine. "Keith, Keith Richard." She smiled, pulling her body closer to mine. "It's practically glorious meeting you, Keith. I'm Edith Brooks." I brought her hand up to my lips, giving her knuckles a kiss. "It's really all my pleasure." I told her, looking into her shining eyes. I could think of a million lyrics and songs, I could write about her gorgeous face. "I don't know where you've been all my life." I said to her, feeling actually quite honest despite the boldness of the comment. She laughed, casually and began to undo her long coat. "Do you smoke Keith, will you have a cigarette with me?" She questioned, throwing her coat onto the nearest surface. Underneath her suede coat she wore a beautiful flowered Mini dress. I grabbed her hand in mine and a pack of Marlboro's in the other. "How about we go some place where we can get to know one another?" I questioned her, feeling the need to here her voice some more. "Talking, yes. I would like to get to know you as well, Keith."
Little did I know those exchanges would bring more to me, than just small talk. Edith was a charm alright and she drifted in and out of my life for years, 'causing pains to my heart I didn't even know I could have felt. She always had a way of knowing where to stick the knife to inflict the most pain. I learned over my course of knowing her, that even though she knew what to say and when to say it- she was a damaged girl above all else. That is one of the things I loved about her, she didn't wear rose coloured glasses and pretend like the rest of the world. Everything about her kept me on edge, from the way she held her cigarettes to the way she styled her hair. But damn she was beautiful, so beautiful she didn't even know it, so fucking gorgeous she was oblivious.
-1978-
I got high again, I mean through the roof- Higher than high. She left again, said she wasn't coming back. We kept fighting and fighting. I told her she was a no-good bitch. And she told me I was a horrible, mean drug addict. I wish- I had gotten one more good look at that bitches gorgeous face.
Mick walked into the wrecked hotel room, he scrunched his nose up at me. I was coming down now. He had his lips between his teeth. "Keith I need to talk to you." I mean he was really biting his lip, to the point of drawing blood. I gave one look at him, "What Mick?" He let out a long sigh, before sitting down really slowly and quietly down on the edge of the King sized bed. "Edith is gone." I proped myself up on my elbows, getting a good look at him. A large tear rolled down his aging cheek. "Mick, what's wrong? Where's Edith?" "She's dead, Keith." I shot up out of bed, running over to look Mick in the face. "What are you talking about?" I nearly yelled at him. "She died last night in a car crash."
-2015-
I walked over to the shiny black Range Rover, Theodora stood next to it, waving her hand at me. "There you are, Mom called me wondering where we were." I smiled at my daughter. "Sorry, I got a little caught up- talking to Ronnie." I lied, we both got into the car. A handler putting my suitcase in the back of the car, I felt her closeness to me- Edith's of course. We were in Nashville after all, where I first meet her. I felt my palm grow sweaty as I clutched her picture tightly inside my coat pocket.
