Desperate Hearts. (A Steven Tyler fanfiction)

Chapter 1: The Job

RIIIIIIIIIING!

I shot up out of my bed, startled, looking around my bedroom of my apartment.

Holy shit! My alarm went off.

I checked the time: 8:00pm.

Oh yeah, I have to go to work..

My name's Raquelle, but I tell people to call me by my middle name, Marley.

I find it more rock and roll. I'm 27, single, and I work in the hottest LA bar.

Lets not forget my love for Aerosmith, and Steven Tyler. It's indescribable.

I dragged my ass out of bed, and hopped in the shower.

After about 30 minutes, I dried off, blew my hair out, making sure my bangs were perfectly in front, and walked into my closet.

I put on my favorite black tank top, favorite red leather jeans, and favorite combat boots. My hair naturally straight, I quickly applied some black liquid eyeliner and mascara.

I checked the time after I finished up.

8:45pm

Whoops. Time to go.

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As I walked inside, I was greeted by my boss, Dan.

"Hey Marley! It's supposed to get really busy tonight, you ready to work your ass off?!" He asked with a smile.

I laughed, winking. "Of course Dan."

I'm the hostess, you know, greet customers and help carry drinks around for the bartender, who also happens to be my best friend, Marissa.

After putting my things underneath the bar for safe keeping, I walked over and stood next to Marissa.

"Hey chicky!" I said, bumping her in the arm.

She laughed, stuck her tongue out and returned the favor.

"It's supposed to get busy tonight." She told me.

It was like a broken record.

"I know honey, Dan told me. You ready?!" I asked.

She winked. "Always am."

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About an hour later, the bar was bustling. I was delivering a couple

shots to a couple guys when I felt a hand on my arm.

I turned around, face to face with Marissa, and she was about to explode.

I laughed. "What? What is it?!"

She pulled me all the way into the hallway, leading to the bathrooms, so she could talk, and I could hear.

"I just got the best call in my entire life." She said.

"Okaaaay, from??"

"You know how my brother is a tour manager, right??"

I chuckled. "Clearly."

"Well, he just called me. He's managing a tour right now."

I sighed. "For?"

"Aerosmith."

My heart started pounding a little faster.

"Okay, so then..."

She took a deep breath before continuing. "Well, he knows how much we, especially you, love them, and how much you adore Steven, so he's getting us backstage. For the concert, and the after party."

My jaw dropped. "No motherfucking way."

She laughed. "Way.."

"Marissa, when?" I replied.

"Tomorrow night." She smiled.

I think my heart just dropped to my stomach.

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A/N here we go!