The Vault

Madison's Marvelous Mission - Steven Fic

October 25, 1976

"Alright Madi… It's time we embark on this little mission of ours."

I looked up at my brother, Troy, who was smiling at me with wide eyes. My brother, despite our differences, is someone I'll always appreciate. We fight and argue and scream bloody murder at each other, but he still appreciates and supports me with things that he knows make me happy…

For example, my love for Aerosmith. I've fallen hopelessly, desperately in love with Aerosmith even since I heard their first album almost 3 years ago, back in 1973. Since then, I've been a desperate mess, crying every time I see a poster of them, or every time one of their songs come on the radio. It means the world to me that Troy will appreciate this, because he's the only one in my family that does. My other brother, David, simply makes fun of me for being so in love with 'a bunch of coked out losers' as he calls them. 

Today, Troy and I were going to the record shop to see if we could score Aerosmith's latest album Rocks. It's been sold out every time I go, but something about today made me feel very lucky.

I slipped on my combat boots and laced them up over the ends of my jeans, before tugging on my coat  and scarf. Running out the door with Troy in tow, We made our way down the streets of Frankfurt, towards the center of the village where there's a nice little market, stock piled with the coolest underground store you'll ever see. The one thing I hated about the market was that it's so easily effected by the weather, and it's always so fucking cold here in Germany.

Why am I living in Germany? Well, to make a long story short, I've grown up in Boston with my Mom, my brothers and my Dad. Unfortunately, my parents were crazy and fought all the time… A divorce, and two marriages later, Troy, and I get stuck with dear old dad and his new wife, while David gets to stay at home with mom. The only catch? She lives in Frankfurt. So we packed up our bags and moved all the way out here just to support him. 

I wanted to stay with my lovely mama kin, but her new dude has a couple of kids of his own that I didn't get along with too well, so I'm here with Dad and the Ms… She isn't all that bad though. Not like some evil step-mother, oh fuck no! She's actually really sweet, she's just not… my mom. But sometimes she acts like she is, always giving me advice on boys and stuff. 

I mean, I am 18, so technically I'm old enough to move out and be entirely on my own. I've thought about it several times, I just don't know where to go. The band that I'm in hasn't taken off just yet, and I'm not enrolled in college or anything, so I really need to knuckle down and figure out what the fuck I'm gonna do with my life. 

Sighing, I wrapped myself tighter in my jacket as Troy and I continued down the road. Five short minutes later, we were closing the door of the record shop, locking in all the warmth that the little space heater in the corner of the room provided. The shop was pretty empty, with the exception of a few people huddled in the corner of the room, smoking. 

Troy and I went in our separate directions, scanning the rows and rows of vinyl in an attempt to find something good. After looking for a couple of minutes, I felt someone come up behind me, but I didn't really pay attention to who it was, think it's just my brother. I ignored the person and continued scanning, only for my eyes to land on a beautiful copy of Rocks. I reached out to grab it, only for the person next to me to reach out at the exact same moment, causing our hands to collide. 

I looked up to see a gorgeous man with the fullest lips I've ever seen, and eyes that shone like obsideon in the night. His hair was a chocolate brown color, and it was peicey and messy and fell down to his shoulders in artful curls. He was so beautiful that it took my breath away… I knew him well too. Well, mainly because he was the lead singer of my favorite band and I've only seen about a million photos of him.