1980's Rock Imagines

Sebastian Bach - Nothing on You

Word Count: 2,341

You had been in the studio with Sebastian and his band all day. They were working on their new album, Slave to the Grind, which surprised you because they hadn't released their self titled album all that long ago. Sebastian explained to you that this new album wasn't going to come out for at least another year, but that they had some ideas that they really wanted to test out as they progressively worked on the album and prolonged the promotion of it for as long as they could. 

For as much of an easy going, fun person Sebastian is, he's all business when it comes to his work. You could tell he really loved his job. But then again, who wouldn't love being a rock star? A smile played on your face the entire time you watched your boyfriend from outside of the vocal booth. Every time you had come along with him to the studio, you came to the realization that this really was what Sebastian was meant to do. He was such a creative, talented person, you could hardly be surprised that Skid Row became a worldwide sensation after just one album. That's not to say that all of the band's credit goes to him, that wasn't it at all. You just knew deep down that Skid Row wouldn't be Skid Row without Sebastian.

You were so caught up in fawning over him while he sang, you barely even noticed that time was passing as quickly as it was. It wasn't until your stomach growled that you actually became aware of what time it was. It was already six in the evening, which was usually when you started to get hungry for dinner.

As if on cue, Sebastian poked his head out of the booth and said, "We're just about to wrap this up, Sweetheart. You ready to leave?"

"Yeah," you nodded, giving him a warm smile.

He returned your smile before quickly closing the door, as his producer had jokingly told him to, "Hurry the hell up, so I can go home." You chuckled a little when his producer gave you a funny expression, then made your way over to the bathroom. You figured you might as well go before you got on the road. Even though you and Sebastian didn't really live too far from the studio, LA traffic was unpredictable, and you didn't want to take any chances. 

You strolled through the corridors to reach the bathroom that was on the opposite end of the floor you were on, your eyes scanning over the royal blue carpets and black walls lined with framed photos. Some of the posters featured pictures taken at concerts or of various bands that recorded at the label, but many of them were of Sports Illustrated or Playboy women. 

You couldn't say you were surprised that they had pictures of beautiful women hanging up on almost all of the walls, given that it was mostly men who walked these halls day in and day out. You figured, sure, a lot of them get their inspiration for music from hot chicks, so you didn't really find it all that strange.

But when you were finished going to the bathroom, you washed your hands and peered up into the mirror in front of you, your face falling when you caught sight of yourself. Somehow, you hadn't realized how average and plain looking you were, at least not when you left the house this morning. Your hair was a little messy, on account of not really doing much with it after you woke up in the morning, knowing that you weren't really going to be out in public. You found darkness under your eyes and skin all around that was slightly splotchy and uneven toned, your latest menstrual cycle likely to blame for that, as well as the bloating in your abdomen. Not to mention, you were wearing sweatpants and one of Sebastian's tank tops. 

You couldn't ever remember feeling upset like this on the days that you had worn makeup and made it a point to wear nice clothes. But then again, you weren't sure you felt like this even on the days that you didn't do any of those things. You were usually never bothered with your appearance, as you were fairly skinny and had a lot going on for you in terms of looks. At least... that was what you thought.