Classic Rock Imagines

Jimmy Page #7

Imagine hanging out back stage of a Led Zeppelin concert. You had been a journalist over the summer and followed around the band to get an inside scoop for a book you were writing to make some money. You are sitting at a small table with two groupies who were taking drags from their cigarettes and eyeballing you every once in a while. You could hear the band playing out on stage but the music came as a muffled sound. You just go with your business and write about your surrounding into your journal, trying to capture every detail. You heard the music stop playing and the crowd screaming, cheering, and what not. Soon the sound of Robert's voice came along but you can't understand what he's saying.

After about twenty minutes, the band walks in all sweaty with towels to wipe their foreheads. You turn to look at them and catch the eye of the handsome guitarist, Jimmy Page. He quickly looks away and starts talking with Bonzo but you don't seem to understand what they're saying. You just turn away and start writing in your journal again. You hear that they had stopped talking but just then, you felt a hand gently lay on your shoulder. You drop your pen, startled, and look up to see Jimmy reading your journal over you shoulder. You quickly close your journal and place it on your lap. hiding it in case he went to snatch it and read any more.

" What's it about?" he asks in a faint voice that showed curiosity and shyness.

" Oh just about the concert and what not. Well, Jimmy Page, it's nice to have you finally talk to me," you giggle and stand up out of your seat, fan-girling on the inside but trying hard not to show it.

" Finally talk to you? I don't believe I've ever seen you around before," he looks you up and down.

You shrug," Anyways, I'm (y/n). I have been following around the band on tour and just taking notes but I know you've been busy so it's really not that big of deal. You uh, sounded great out there on stage. Well, sounded a bit muffled back here but from what I heard, it was still amazing."

" Well thank you but I bet our music is only half as amazing as you are," he gives you a heart warming smile and then shakes his head and looks away," Sorry, I don't hardly know what I'm saying right now. That was corny, I know but I was just...never mind. You thirsty?"

You turned bright red and your face now felt hot," Oh uh, y-yes! Matter of fact I haven't drank anything all night."

" Come with me, I'll show you where the drinks are."

He puts his hand on the center of your back and walks you over to a small cooler sitting on a table in the back room where Robert, Bonzo, and Jonesy were drinking Jack Daniel's and laughing up a storm. The three of them turn their heads to look at you and smile in greeting.

Jimmy takes his hand off of your back and opens up the cooler," We have either water or whisky. You choose."

" Well, I guess a little whisky wouldn't hurt," you giggle before he hands you a cold bottle of fresh whisky.

" I will be right back," he walks past you and heads out of the room, leaving you with just yourself and the other three guys. Robert stares at you for a while but finally turns away and continues to talk with Bonzo and Jonesy. You pop the cap off of the whisky bottle before taking a drink but end up cringing when you realize how strong it tastes. Jimmy walks back in and you notice that his hair looks more puffier than before. He stops to stand in front of you with a Jack Daniel's bottle in his hand as he runs his other hand through his hair.

" Did you do something to your hair?" you ask him.

" What? Oh no, it's always naturally this way," he put his hand on his hip and winks at you which made you giggle.

You then realize how amazing he smells and knew he must have put on cologne to hide his sweaty scent. Was he doing this to impress you?

" You smell nice," you finally say to break the silence between the both of you.

" I don't get how," he mumbles and looks a bit guilty before he takes a drink of his Jack Daniel's.

" Yeah, I guess your cologne smell is natural too?" you laugh.

He gets done swallowing his drink then chuckles," Comes with my natural Godly looks.

" That's nice," you wink at him and you are stunned to see him blush.

" So do you like to write?"

" It's not my biggest hobby but yes, I do like to write and I find it very fun to share my point of view through writing. That's why I'm a journalist."

" You know, I write too. I write many poems, songs, stories, and even spells."

" Spells?" you laugh," Like magic spells?"

" I like to think they are magic. Sometimes I pretend to place magic spells on a girl so she'll think I put a charm over her that makes her fall in love with me. I'm a magic man that way"

" That's actually pretty clever, magic man. I like men who are writers. I feel as though they always tend to ma-"

He suddenly cuts you off," I'm a writer."

" Yes I know," you start laughing and nodding your head," That's what you said."

" I know but just a brief reminder that I'm a writer and you clearly stated you like men who are writers. I'm a writer."

" Alright alright, I see where this is going. You're saying that since you are a writer, I should like you."

" Yes and you do like me, right?'

" Yes, Jimmy, of course I like you!"

" What kind of like are we talking about? Liking me just in general, liking me as in attracted to me, or liking me as in you want to make love right here right now in front of everyone? I can and will do that with you if that's what you want. So tell me, which one is it?"

You were taken aback at the last part he had said," Wow, well um, I-I don't know."

" Listen here, if you say you want me I will give myself to you in a heartbeat or less. You've got me, now please tell me what it takes to get you. Please. To you I will be one hell of a man and I'll make love to you every night for the rest of this tour and even beyond if you just say the word. You have me at your mercy and it's not often I give myself off to a woman like this but you have me and all of me if you just say the word and I beg of you to say it!," his eyes show that he is pleading for you and you feel so speechless on what you should say.

" W-what word?" you feel nervous and completely stunned.

" More like three words. If you tell me you love me, I'm all yours."

You fell silent and dropped your whisky bottle from being in so much shock. It hits the floor and shatters everywhere and leaves a puddle of whisky that begins running off in every direction.

Jimmy rushes to the cooler and opens it up," Here, you can get another whisky. Have two if you want! Three! Four! have all of them! Even the waters are yours! Take the whole damn cooler! It's yours!" he picks up the cooler and holds it out for you to take it.

" Jimmy, I think the Jack Daniel's is getting to your head. I don't think I'll be needing that whole cooler," you laugh and watch him place it back down onto the table.

He sighs and wipes his face with his hand," You're right. I'm acting foolish and should stop trying to get you to like me as much as I like you. You know, if we were ever to be together I would play guitar for you every night for you to fall asleep to. I will buy you the most beautiful flowers I can find! I will be your knight in shining armor and pick you up in the most beautiful limo and take you out for dinner! I will be buying you the most beautiful dresses! I'll even take you out on stage and make love to you while playing my guitar at the same time! "

" Jimmy," you suddenly feel bad as you stare at him who looks like his screaming your name inside," I really do like you. You don't have to try and impress me because I've liked you since the day I first laid eye on you and that was years ago. Want to know what kind of like? I like you where I want us to make love right here, right now!"

His eyes light up with so much joy," Are you serious? You like me like that?"

You nod with a big smile on your face and he rushes over to you, grabs your hand, and pulls you out of the back room and into another room that's much smaller. He locks the door and turns to you smirking devilishly and starts mumbling his love spells.