Is a Dream Just a Dream?

Sweet Caroline

***A/N sex and rock and roll behavior described herein***

Tokyo, Japan 1977 (Rumors Tour)

I don't think I've been this stoned in a while, coke, pot, four glasses of scotch and I'm nursing a fifth. What's with her and Mick? What the hell is she doing with him? Is she flirting? Is he flirting back? Where the hell is Carol?! She's probably high off her ass somewhere fucking the light guy like Christine and everyone else. Is Stevie fucking him too? I better not find out if she is. Why is my mind racing this fast? I'm having too many thoughts, I need to relax. Need a beer or a scotch...maybe a joint

"Hey Buck!"

Who the hell said that? Oh Just Richard...okay. Just Richard "Hey, what's up Rich?" he's handing me the days session notes. Okay I can deal with that. If I don't have to drag Mick out of the fucking toilet again rehersals should be smooth. Where the fuck is Ca-

"Lindsey! Baby look what I bought downtown!" there she is. As usual surrounded by a group of simpering morons and shopping bags. What the hell did she buy now? "Carol, I told you we have rehearsal tonight! If you're not going to be here to support me I can get you a ticket back to L.A. just as quick as I got you here!" she looks confused, did she forget? No, she didn't forget. She's deliberately ignoring me again. I'm not spoiling her enough, or kissing her ass enough. Fuck her. Fuck all of this! And where the hell are the roadies with my fucking pot!

The lights are too bright, it's too hot in here, Stevie's flirting with Mick somewhere. What a bitch! She wouldn't be here without me. She'd be jack shit without me! Ungrateful...jesus it's hot. "Hey, you okay Buck?" who is that? When did Richard get here? "Yeah...I look I need some water. Carol can you get me something to drink?" she shrugs heading off to the buffet. Maybe I was too harsh, she's just a dumb kid. She didn't ask for this.

"Richard darling! I hope you have something crisp, clean cold and alcoholic on tap" Christine. Which means Stevie's nearby. Why am I fixing my hair? she doesn't give a fuck about how I look anymore. She's go old "Love em and Leer em Henley" to sniff after her. And Mick apparently. That was probably his plan from the beginning. Get us to join so he could fuck Stevie. Bastard.

"Lindsey, you've got to slow down on the marching powder bro. You're practically twitching" Ken, the fucking smart ass whiz kid. Jerk off likes to take credit for my work "Don't worry about it. Where's John and Mick?" he shrugs doing a line off the buffet. Carol giggles and he winks at her, right in front of me. Fucking bitch "Carol knock it off! Where's my fucking water?!". She shrinks then hands me the cup "Sorry hon-"gulping down the cup in a few swallows I toss the cup in the trash "Don't fucking call me honey" Stevie calls me that. Honey, can you listen to this song with me? Honey, can you help me with the rhythm? Honey, what kind of guitar would sound good here? Sorry Honey, it's over we're through. But come over to my place and fuck me because I'm lonely.

"Well someone's started early" speaking of...

"Sorry your majesty, some of us get up before noon. We have work to do. You remember working right?" her posse of girlfriends cross their arms and give me pointed looks. She, on the other hand, completely ignores me. Bitch. "We need to rehearse Stephanie, whenever you're ready of course" Christine takes a hit from her bottle of coke, lights a cig and sips on her wine. She's got that process down to a science. "Lindsey, love we didn't exactly agree on a rehearsal time. Besides you're the one who skipped out early last night to use the bathroom...i.e. go home" I was tired. I'm practically single handily managing this circus. Mick's too damn busy being wasted.

"You're such an old fuddy duddy Linds. You used to be fun..." there she is again. Where is Carol? "I don't have time for fun or bull shit. Or mediocre singer song writers/former waitresses" that gets her. Her face turns red and she slams her cup down. Good. Let's fight. It's the only way she pays attention to me anymore. Unless she needs something. Fuck it's hot.