Goddess of Rock

Two

While the girls who were gonna be competing for his Love and Affection were getting settled, Bobby disappeared into the master suite with his friend and head of security. Despite knowing that Big John'd his back and best interests at heart, he was still a bit unsure of going through with this Insanity. Knowing a breach of contract with VH1 could get him in a lotta trouble wasn't even really enough to make him wanna truly do this, but only his friend could tell.

"Ya sure ya wanna go through with this?" the former Marine most'd think was completely heartless asked as he joined him on the edge of the bed. "I'm sure with a good enough attorney, ya can get outta this contract while you're still ahead."

"Yeah, I'm sure, Big John," he answered with a halfhearted smile. "I don't want the headache of such legal proceedings, especially after my divorce a few Years ago."

"Yeah, that shit with Mishy and the custody battle was nutty enough, from what you've told me," Big John chuckled. "Part of me Wishes I'd been there when she tried to knock your Lights out since I'd have been able to restrain her till the cops got there."

"Hey, Zach did well enough since Rikki got him into jiu jitsu when he was younger," the bassist laughed. "He managed to get her off me without hurting either of them, so it worked out well enough."

"I guess so," his friend agreed. "Let's just hope this Madness we've gotten ourselves into works out half as well by the Time it's all said and done."

"Amen, brother," Bobby said Sagely as he nodded.

Having given the girls what they thought was plenty of Time to get at least somewhat settled and changed, if they so desired, the pair of men headed out to the main living area. Big John rounded all twenty remaining girls up so they were assembled in what could be called a great or living room, where the bassist waited patiently. It was rare he lost his Patience with anyone, even his kids, but once he did–well, to say that such an occurrence wasn't pretty was a major understatement.

Few knew it, but he'd actually been the one to get band mate Bret Michaels started on his Love of photography Years ago. There was just something about catching a still-shot of something he'd prolly never see again that Bobby loved, and he could often catch aspects others couldn't. He'd caught plenty of shots of his ex-wife when she'd thought she was far from beautiful that proved her to be anything but, especially during pregnancy.

The first activity of the Day involved him starting to get to know the girls a bit more as he put them through a short photo shoot. He wanted to know their styles, and not just when it came to clothing and jewelry, as much as he wanted to know their minds, hearts, and Souls. What he captured in his photos could reveal a lot more than one might think at first glance, and he was determined to capture what he could. That was what made him get the girls lined up to take their turns in front of his lens, some looking more nervous than others while a few still just looked flat-out bored.

"Aw, c'mon, sugar–gimme a smile," Bobby chuckled. He was currently working with the lone ginger of the group that'd caught his eye the second he rolled up on his bike out front.

"I'll prolly look like the devil incarnate, if I do that," she shot back, her eyes twinkling. "That, or look like I'm up to absolutely no good and get myself canned before the fun can really Begin."

"There's nothing wrong with being up to no good sometimes," the bassist told her with a grin. "It can often lead to nothin' but a good Time."

"I see whatcha did there," the young woman–Blaze, he thought her name was–laughed.

"See, that's the kinda smile I wanna see," he told her as he snapped off a few shots.

"I don't even have to ask whatcha said to get her to smile."