Rivals Or Lovers? (Slash Guns N Roses Fanfiction)

Chapter 1:

Alison's POV:

*BEEP BEEP*

''Mhmmm shut up''

*BEEP BEEP*

With a small groan indicating complete unwilingness, I finally get out of bed. Yeah. Another shitty day begins....

I run down the huge corridor of my house all the way to one of my closets and pick something to wear. Baggy ripped jeans and a crop top it is. After that, I rush to the kitchen and grab something to eat quickly cause time is running out and I have a tedious job to get to and lots of grouchy bitches to deal with. Yeah, and then, at night, I have another stressful job, a strict manager and many rockstars cursing at me, to deal with. Pretty lame, right? Well, yeah...see, my life ain't easy. However,there are some good things in it too. But, right now, you must probably be buffled. Well, let's take it from the top:

My name is Alison Smith. I am 20 years old and I live in a big luxurious house in L.A. In the mornings, I work in a boutique in the city. But here's the amazing part of being me: at nights and in the weekends, I turn into the most famous pop star of my time!!

Yes, that's right!! I have a secret life:I am a singer who goes by the stage name Kitty Kat and I do my best to disguise well and not reveal any personal info, in order not to be recognisable. I mean, being a pop star is awesome. I love singing, it's my way of expressing my feelings, my passion and basically my whole life. I love my audiences and my fans. They are amazing, loving and supportive. However, I prefer keeping the real me hidden, cause I wanna have a normal life. I would hate being chased by paparazzi every morning, or having photos of me taken in my house, or having people chasing me on the streets. And, of course, I wouldn't wanna lose myself, cause the real me is not that cool and bitchy perfect girl Kitty Kat appears to be. Hell no! Alison is a tomboy, dresses mainly in black and ripped jeans,smokes, swears, doesn't take a limo but rides a skatebord and likes both pop and rock music. Kitty is so girly and all about colour and joy and that rich life. This is so not me. But see, when I got into the music industry, my manager and the producers kept on insisting that I sang pop, so I ended up like this.

And now, since there is so much rivalry between pop and rock music, me and a bunch of other pop stars get dissed and diss many rock n roll stars and their fans. Fortunately, I have my two besties, Ella and Mary, who are always here for me to support me and make me feel better.To be honest, it kinda hurts me to fight with people whose music I like, but I usually have no choice.
Most of them only talk shit about me during their interviews, but there is that Slash guyyy....oh my god I can't stand him! He and his band, Guns n Roses, are very famous rock stars. They act cocky because of that. Well, most of them are not that fierce, but this guy, oh my, this guy really gets on my nerves. He drinks too much. He drinks his weight and then has no freakin idea what the fuck he says. We quarrel almost after every show. He is such an asshole. Last week, in an interview, he talked about how he considers pop music to be shitty and how I make girls act like brainless sluts. I responded afterwards, stressing how much of an asshole he is, thinking that he is so good that he can simply judge everyone else. Our offensive statements towards each other were typed on every magazine cover.
Ughh, see how shitty my life is?
Well, yeah, anyways enough with the thinking, time's up .Gotta get to work...
So I step outside, grab my skateboard and ride to the boutique...
And the day goes by like that...

*AT NIGHT* :
So, it's time!! I put on my wig, my sunglasses and lots of makeup and wear a pink outfit. Then, I get on the stage and let the show begin...

*2 hours later*:
Oh god, it was amazing. The crowd was so supportive. I had so much fun...
hmm...earlier, when I had just got home from the boutique, my co- worker pop singer Katrina called to tell me there was an afterparty nearby, where all popstars and rockstars could go tonight. She said she wanted to go together...
Well, why not?
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It's been an hour since I left the concert stadium. Now I'm here at the afterparty, chatting with Katrina. We are having a great time, dancing, joking and laughing....
BUT, after a few more minutes, the night is ruined. Oh yeah, here he is to fuck my mood up once again. Freakin Slash...
I see him coming towards us, glaring at me...well, this is not good...
He grabs my arm and turns me around to face him.
"What kind of bullshit was that last week?"
He is drunk. And he sounds so mad.
"What are you talki-"
"Shut up bitch. Who do you think you are to call me an asshole and judge my attitude?"
"Hey, you are the one who started this, you idiot"
"Well, I just spoke the truth. Your music IS trash and you ARE a little slut trying to be a role model. Don't you ever dare talk about me again!"
"Are you crazy? You began judging m-"
"OH MAN SHUT UP ALREADY! Why don't you just leave and go fuck some random guy on the street? You're good at this, you worthless thing"he shouts.
"You are an arrogant, useless son of a bitch! I'm out!", I end the fight and storm out of the club.
While walking to my house, I can't help but feel hurt and I also feel tears running down my eyes...
Great, my mood and my night are fucked up once again...