The Vault

Steven Tyler/Joe Perry Fic (requested)

October 13, 1976

"Jen, let's go! We're gonna be late and then we won't get the tickets!"

Rachel, my best friend, was always the punctual type. We were on our way to the ticket booths of the TD Garden to pick up Aerosmith tickets for when they come to Boston next month. I don't blame Rach though - if we're even a moment too late, all the tickets could be gone and we would miss our only chance to see our favorite band in the whole wide world. 

I checked myself out in the mirror one last time, making sure I looked perfect, just incase I ran into any cute guys while we were at the Garden. My long blonde hair was straightened to perfection and reaching down my back, towards my butt. My blue eyes were accentuated by the brown eyeliner and black mascara I applied, and my cheeks were rosey and flushed with excitement. I fixed up my wrinkly Zeppelin t-shirt and tugged nervously at my high-waisted denim jeans before slipping on my combat boots and sprinting down the hall of my apartment to see my roommate and best friend waiting impatiently by the door. 

"Come on, let's go!" I squealed, grabbing my car keys off the little table by the door as I ran out the door with my coat half on.

We scrambled into the car and flew through the city, desperately trying to reach the Garden in time to get tickets. By the time we pulled up next to the ticket sales section of the Garden, it was clear that there was a handful of people there waiting to buy tickets - not enough to sell out the show, but just enough to possibly sell out the meet and greet passes that we were so desperately trying to get. 

"Oh god, finding a parking spot is gonna take forever!" I whined. 

"I have an idea!" Rach squealed. "I'll go get the tickets! Stay here and put on your hazards, just in case! I promise I won't be long!"

Seeing no other option I agreed and practically pushed her out of the car. 

"Go on, get out and hurry!" I called after her. "I'm double parked so hurry up!"

I watched as my best friend, with hair as red as a fire truck and skin as white and smooth as milk, stood in the slowly dwindling line that seemed to take forever to creep towards the ticket booths. By the time she made it, I saw her transaction was rather quick. Pretty soon, she began sprinting back towards me, hoping into the car as I sped away. 

"I got them! I got the meet and greets!" She squealed, holding up two laminated passes and their corresponding tickets. 

I couldn't help but to scream like a love-struck teenager as I sped back to our apartment, just waiting for the day when I could finally meet my love, Steven Tyler!

The days went by terribly, excruciatingly slow. Work was just as boring as it always was, and Rach and I trudged along, marking off the days on our calendar until we would be able to go to the concert. October came and went and the weather got colder. Typical in Boston, it began snowing early this year, falling in thick blankets around early November.

But no amount of snow or boring work could amount to the absolute worst thing that could've ever happened to me in my whole entire life. The day before the concert, I got terribly sick - fever, horribly cold, runny and stuffy nose; the whole shebang.

"Rach, I can't go," I practically sobbed into my pillow as she urged me to get out of bed and get ready for the concert. "I want to so badly, but I feel so terrible. I feel like I would pass out if I went. I can't even enjoy it, if I went."

"I totally understand," She sighed, slipping my my V.I.P lanyard around her neck, along with hers. "Maybe I can ask Steven to sign this for you, so at least I can bring you back something… I love you Jen, feel better."