inspired by Billy Idol's Sexy Face
It never got any easier touring with Billy.
The job itself of being a backup dancer was hard enough since I was literally getting paid to blend in and be boring compared to the superior naked man in front of us.
But, they didn't include having to deal with the rock and roll attitude in the job description.
And this was no contract. After this last show tonight it would be over and I'd be back to square one, wearing tighter leggings and giving more attitude just to seal the deal at my next audition. And even that gig would be the same sleazy kid who can do whatever he wants as long as he's got a mic and a manager.
That's what I thought of Billy and over the two months we toured together, could you blame me?
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2/4/1984 Passaic, NJ
The music starts and the fans scream even though he did nothing yet.
Thousands of people would be watching this on TV at homes with their microwave meals and their youngest hiding upstairs with a tiny tv set.
Then he removed his shirt and the faint guitar turns fainter with the sound of cries and actual fainting.
Hundreds of women, men, some of them married all rushed to that stage where, in his glory, stood only one man husking into the mic like an asthmatic.
How could anyone find this sexy?
Covering some of him at least was a gigantic cross necklace although all of his actions were sinful.
Then he speaks.
"I know I'm a fuck arse but I'll tell you one thing..."
Can't disagree.
"I wrote this for you guys cause I know what you feeling...It's called Rebel Yell!"
The fake American accent that I could hear behind his sincerity was overpowering so everyone laughed and added an extra two inches to his height bit by bit. His ego was being fed, a meal for a king.
It made me sick.
Commanding the stage he points as he speaks and suddenly the music screeches into a lazy start with everyone just as high as Mr Idol, except for me.
He was tangled in wires but he fights through them and somehow even his clumsiness was cool. The attitude disgusted me and Billy himself repelled me even as a woman but somehow I couldn't help but watch his every move from the side of the stage as I waited for my cue.
But then that cue never came.
As if there was no security or cameras pointed at him in every direction a girl is pulled on stage, mounting him as she worships his chest with her lips, reaching down bit by bit in desperation that this would be her only moment. I bet she dreamed of telling everyone that she was the girl who kissed Billy Idol on stage in '84.
And, no one did anything!
But, something people didn't know was that Billy Idol was an incredibly intelligent guy who knew exactly what he was doing and what he could get away with. That made it worse, cockier.
The music began to play, waiting for him in a slow tune that was probably pre-rehearsed due to his predictable twatness. Then he was satisfied, moving away from the girl and making her return to her spot, making sure to send me a smirk on the way back to his lyrics.
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And that's the thing!
I tell people, have arguments over how this is allowed and all they say to me is-
