In which the famous model Irene Hammett gets the chance to meet famous hard rock band Guns N' Roses with her group of friends and accidentally (but not really) falls in love with the mysterious, talented and quiet Izzy Stradlin.
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CASTLE DONINGTON, ENGLAND
22nd of August, 1987
As I wake up I see that James is already up and ready to go down the hotel lobby for some breakfast, but pauses his steps as soon as he notices me looking at him from the bed, where I am now sitting. My fingertips brushes across his jawline as soon as he comes closer and he looks at me with this look, his eyes the most intense shade of blue to ever exist, focused solely on me. Christ, it hurts. I'm hopelessly devoted to him. I love this man.
James leans down and pecks my mouth.
"Good morning baby, did you sleep well?" He asks as he stretches himself back up. I nod my head with a small smile gracing my face. Still looking at him as he catches me staring, giving me a 'what are you looking at' face while smirking in my direction.
"Are you leaving already?" I start walking to the bathroom, turning back to look at him as he hums his response.
"Alright, I'll see you later J." I wave him goodbye and blow him a kiss as I close the bathroom door behind me once I'm fully inside.
After doing all I needed to do and getting ready for the day I walk out seeing that James is long gone, but he had called room service just before leaving and ordered me breakfast.
As I walk closer I see sunflowers, my favorites. Smiling I pick one up and bring it close to my nose, smelling the beautiful, bright flower.
Sitting down on the chair by the table after getting some things to eat I turn on the television by the fireplace just to have some background noise while I eat.
I hate the silence when I'm not around my boys.
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I had been busy the entire morning as well as the entire afternoon, but now I'm heading back to the hotel to get ready for the big awaited concert. Joana had already gotten here and is currently at the hotel getting ready as well.
Sarah, Rosie and Wendy had to catch the plane at a different time, meaning they will be here two hours before Metallica goes on stage.
Exiting the taxi after it pulls up at my hotel I thank the driver and pay him, bidding him a good day.
As I'm walking to the hotel door I see some paparazzi hanging around the entrance eyeing me and coming closer and closer as soon as I'm by the entrance. They shove their cameras in my face and start asking stupid question that I don't even bother listening to. But one man gets too close and bumps his camera on my head.
