Don't Cry | Axl Rose

Prologue- Axl's POV

Quick authors note: I won't do authors notes often, but I felt the need to express the fact that I don't think this prologue is some of my best writing. This story will be much better than the prologue, I swear.

"Hey, Axl, I don't know if you heard, but we're on in fiv-." Slash says, his voice emerging from behind my shoulder. I'm staring outside our dressing room window, out at the New York City apartment buildings across from the venue, when something catches my eye. A girl.

"They're gonna have to wait. I have to go to that girl." I tell Slash. He rolls his eyes.

"Come on, Axl," Slash says, sounding absolutely exasperated. "I like girls as much as the next guy, but we have people waiting to see us, people that have paid. Please, Axl, you're constantly making people wait, and not only am I sick of it, but it's pretty disrespectful to our fans. Pl-" He puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Cut the fucking bullshit, Slash! I just have to get to her, just make them fucking wait, okay?" I say, pushing Slash away from me. "You don't fucking get it- she needs somebody right now. Now get out of my fucking way and tell them to fucking wait. You didn't see the girl and what she was doing- I DID. I won't be more than fifteen minutes tops." I push past Slash and break out into the fastest run I can, leaving Slash and the rest of my bandmates behind me.

I escape the venue surprisingly easily, only having to stop to punch two or three people who try to stop me. I step outside into busy New York City. I see the girl from across the street, she's standing on the rooftop of an old looking apartment building. I gaze at her for a bit, getting her attention.

"HEY!" I yell at her. "Please don't jump!" I shout, before running across the street to her building. I run past the building security and run to the elevator. I hastily click the rooftop button. The elevator doors shut just moments before the security guards can follow me on.

"Leaving the doors entirely unguarded to follow a man who snuck in? What kind of fucking security is that? One of them could've fucking stayed, but both leaving their posts?" I say to myself, laughing. The doors open and I walk out on to the rooftop. It's a fairly breezy night, my hair blows slightly in the wind. The girl stays at the edge, looking down at the busy New York City street. I approach her slowly.