I feel underdressed and very out of place.
If I had known all the girlfriends would be here, I would've worn the skirt and crop top I was eyeing this morning.
"Has anyone ever told you that you look like a model?" Sally, Slash's girlfriend looks at me intently after taking a sip of the coke can in her hand, the tip of the pink straw covered in her red lipstick. It compliments the golden color of her blonde hair.
She looks like a model. They all do.
There's Mandy, Angela, Adriana, and of course Sally.
Mandy Brixx, Duff's girlfriend is the only other blonde besides Sally. Angela and Adriana, Izzy and Steve's girls, are brunettes.
All of their makeup looks perfect, smoky eyes and eyeliner and bright lipstick. Their outfits are cool and short-very short. Their legs look like they go on for days.
None of them have acne, or frizzy hair, or have on jeans they've been wearing since the ninth grade.
"I agree!" Adriana chimes in, practically shaking me out of my own thoughts. "You and Michelle are so pretty."
"Thank you," Michelle and I both tell her, also looking at sally.
I'm still not used to people complimenting me like they all have been since we met half an hour ago. As soon as I got off Axl's lap in the car, there they were, waiting for the band.
"Duff tells me you both don't have boyfriends. Is that the truth, or is there something he doesn't know?" Mandy laughs, raising one eyebrow at us.
What a complicated question.
Michelle and I both just look at one another.
Mandy takes that as an answer within itself.
"I bet he's protective."
"Totally! He's ridiculous," Michelle shakes her head. "I mean, you heard him earlier! Telling us we couldn't leave the venue, that we have to stay away from all the men here. He's annoying."
It felt like we went from seventeen to seven years old when Duff pulled Michelle and I both aside as soon as we walked into the building. He totally ruined our excitement once he started lecturing us about not taking any alcohol anyone might offer us and to stay close to the band. That did more harm than good.
Luckily, Mandy was right there, ready to give him a dirty look and whisk Michelle and I away with her to one of the vacant dressing rooms.We've been in here ever since, eating chips and hearing how each of the girls met their respective band members.
"I think it's sweet! He's looking out for you two. It reminds me that our guys aren't as big of jerks as so many people make them out to be." Angela frowns, a strand of her hair curled between her fingers.
Michelle and I aren't able to ask for more details on that because the wooden door is creaking open, and Axl is sticking his head into the room.
"Can I steal Chas? I'll give her back later."
I hop right up, and hurry towards the door.
"Bye!" I call out over my shoulder, just before the door shuts behind me.
When Axl takes my hand, it takes all my self control to not get weird.
"Can't have you gettin' lost. God knows you could pull that off even if we're just going down the hall." Axl tugs me along, looking back at me once with a laugh.
"Like your sense of direction is any better." I've heard countless stories of Axl getting lost and having to call one of his band mates from a pay phone.
