No More No More

Rockstar's Girlfriend

Rocks was an enormous success.  Joe dedicated it to his dad.  Joey and Julia were officially a couple, and they were pretty hot for one another.  I was always the go-to babysitter, which was totally cool.  On the rare occasion when Joe was home and helped me out with them, it felt... Right.  Like that's what it's supposed to be.  But I'm afraid that I can't have that because Joe seems content where he is.  Stuck in the eternal dating phase.  Living together, sleeping together, but never (purposely) having kids together or getting married.  I don't think I like it.

        I mean, don't get me wrong, because the album release parties are pretty kick-ass and they certainly wouldn't be able to be what they are if everyone had kids.  I certainly wouldn't take a kid up to New Hampshire for the weekend to have a twenty-four-seven party at Steven's lake house.  Seriously!  It's constant drinking, drugs, doing stupid stuff... You name it!  But it's always a blast.  I was shocked that I was even allowed to go.  Well, I'm sure Steven didn't pay too much mind to it because pretty much everyone involved with the album was invited (so naturally all guys from Aerosmith) and if Joe were to go then of course I'd go.  But you can't do that with kids, can you?

        Dammit, Annie, why are you thinking about this again?  You're in love with the lead guitarist of Americas greatest rock and roll band... Shouldn't you be pleased with your life?  Honestly, what more could you want?

        I laced my hand in Joe's and laid my head against his shoulder, settling in for the flight to St. Louis, Missouri.  After much begging and pleading from everyone but Steven, I finally agreed to join Aerosmith on tour.

        We checked into the hotel, and headed straight for the arena.  I planned to sit backstage during the show.  During the sound check, however, I sat in the audience.  Their manager was annoyed with them, aware that on the plane we weren't only physically miles high.  We could do dope on the plane because it was new and people didn't know what it was.  Lay a few lines out on the little trays that fold down and people might stare, but they won't ask questions.  It's great!

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Again, sitting backstage on the couches with the other girlfriends (excluding Julia) during the show, listening to their music shake the walls and vibrate the floors, I felt like one of those rich rocktars' wives.  Why I thought wives rather than Joe Perry's girlfriend, I'm still not sure (I've asked this before, too!), but... Maybe I'm going insane.  Maybe I need to take some more drugs.  All the other girlfriends are over there partying, why don't I try and make some new friends?

        I'm not one for new people who are obviously better than me.  All of them are prettier, bigger... You name it.  Steven's groupie-of-the-night could've taken plastic wrap, spun around in it, covering the least amount of her body as she could, and then spray-painted it purple.  Her shiny, strappy heels matched.  Her lips glistened red and dark makeup was painted on her eyelids.  She was skinny as a stick but absolutely stunning.  Admittedly, I was jealous.  As mentioned, Julia wasn't there, so Joey didn't have a girlfriend, but there were some more groupies.  Brad's groupie was similar to Steven's, but her skirt was a short black leather and her yellow sleeveless top barely met her bellybutton.  Tom's groupie wore a fishnet shirt underneath a red shirt that hung off her shoulders.  She wore the most clothing out of everyone, other than me.  She had dark hair that was kind of curly and reached past her shoulders.  With that she wore light-washed jeans.  Undeniably, she was pretty and I liked her the best out of all of them.

        I poured myself a drink, standing next to Tom's groupie.  Steven's and Brad's looked me over as if I were a fresh piece of meat.  Tom's glanced back at them, then rolled her eyes, looking at me.  She stuck out a hand for me to shake.  "I'm Terry," she said.  "You must be Annie?"