All In The Name Of...

American Idiot

"Axl Rose, you haven't changed a goddamned bit," Trixie Belle laughed, stepping into the house. Marilyn wasn't with her, and part of me was glad, too. It wasn't that I had a problem with Marilyn- I didn't even know him well enough to make an opinion like that- but it meant there couldn't be an issue with Axl's opinions on him, and that I'd have one less person to deal with.

My husband scrunched his nose, but chuckled, as soon as he saw the new Trixie. "Silver hair? What, already past your prime?"

The bassist laugh. "Not at all, Rose, but I think you're past yours. I heard you're the reason the five guys I know as Guns N' Roses went splitsville; uh, partially." She was grinning, and I knew she was trying to get under his skin. I found it to be kind of awkward, since Trixie and Axl got along well enough back in the day. Axl hadn't changed, so I assumed that Trixie had just gotten an ego boost after she married Manson. 

Axl gave Trixie a sharp look. "Ah, fuck you," Axl muttered loudly, rolling his eyes. "It ain't my fault that Steven's a junkie and Izzy's a pussy." I gave him a look, and he groaned, turning to head back toward our room. What Axl said to me was one thing, and what Axl said to strangers was another, but I didn't necessarily appreciate him getting digs at my guests. After what happened yesterday, he knew that today wasn't really a good time for an argument.

I glanced at Trixie and laughed. "I see he's had a bigger effect on your ego than I thought." A small piece of me wanted that to be shady, but I wasn't particularly in a position to say anything too direct. That being said, I was curious as to what had really sparked the inner growth she'd had along the past half-decade.

Nodding, she grinned. "I've learned to stand my ground and leave a lasting impression, good or bad. But really, he's just given me the confidence to give even less of a fuck than I used to... Anyway, shall we?" I nodded, and the three of us walked into the kitchen, where Trixie handed me a piece of paper with some dates written on it.

As I unfolded it, she explained, "I had one of Marilyn's crew members pull up a list of tour dates for the Supersonics. Now, they'll be at the Rainbow on January 7th, right after the new year. This gives us two options, since Vicky and Jazzy aren't mobile. We can either fast-forward, get Vicky on board, and chase Sonic on tour, or we can take our time with Vicky, start setting up plans for the band itself, and once Sonic gets here, then we go from there and hope she's willing to listen."

Once I looked over the sheet and contemplated Trixie's words, I glanced up at her with my mental gears turning. "We should take our time. That way, once Vicky agrees, we can take the time to prepare enough that Sonic knows how serious we are about this. Plus, if we sought her out and then the press got a hold of it, then we'd be fucked." 

"How do we get her to agree, though?" Trixie added on. "She has a wife, money, a business. She has everything she could want without us."

In turn, I glanced at her and asked dryly, "Why'd you come back then, if you have all that too?"

Rolling her eyes, the Goth chuckled. "Because life is one great big adventure, and I intend to make the most of it. Partly for you, because you had to be desperate to show up at a Spooky Kids show. Partly because I know that we have too far to go to have quit." She abruptly turned back to the paper and cracked her neck. "I guess we'll just have to convince her, then."

There was a slight, underlying tension in the room, mainly as a result of the mention of feelings. Trixie was the type of person to put on a good face and just do what she wanted to; she never felt attached to any sort of explanation. I let it go, of course; there was only such a level to which I could pry on what went on in her mind.

"Even if she did join, what about Jasmine? Not that she's an actual band member," I explained, "But she was our manager, and we can't expect Vicky to disregard her."