Chance Meeting

Five

Atlanta, Georgia

        August, 2020

Nearly a Year'd passed since Ash'd bought those ticketsta go see Mötley and Poison on their stadium tour during the Summer of 2020. Finally, the Day of the show was upon them, and he couldn't deny being excited, even after a flight down to Atlanta. Honestly, he was just glad to see his young roommate so happy that she was practically bouncing in her seat on the plane, rather than freakin' out due to her professed near-phobia of heights.

        At the venue where they were gonna see the four bands listed on the tour roster, he was glad that those with the VIP packages were let in early. He knew that sometimes, the meet-and-greets were done before the show, other Times they were done afterward. Part of him wondered which way it was gonna go tonight, but he didn't really care either way since he was Intent on having a good Time.

        Unfortunately for them, the meet-and-greet wasn't gonna be till after the show, but that was okay, even though they'd no doubt have to wait for the bandsta shower after their performances. At least Aerin'd something to look forward to, considering she didn't really care about meeting Bret this Time around like she had when she was younger. In fact, if he'd to pick a band member she seemed the most excited about meeting, he'd have to say it was Nikki and Bobby since she couldn't care less about Def Leppard or Joan Jett's band.

        "I don't even think I need to ask if you're excited or not," the bassist laughed.

        "No way, dude!" she said, grinning as she narrowly stopped herself from squealing. "This is literally a Dream come true for me!"

        "Well, let's go get any drinks and merch we're gonna get before the first band goes on," Ash told her. "It'll be easier than fighting the rest of the crowd once general admin gets let in."

        "Sounds like a plan to me," the young woman agreed. "Adding bathroom breaks to that list'd prolly be a good idea, too."

        "We're gonna be in a section with private bathrooms," he chuckled. "It'll be easier for us to go between bands than it'll be for everyone else."

        "Hey, can't blame me for not knowing this shit since I've only been to concerts as part of the gen admin crowd!" Aerin laughed.

        The bassist joined her laughter as they headed off to take care of those things, definitely unable to say anything about her ignorance in that department. She'd told him before that she'd always been a part of the gen admin crowd, that the one Poison show she'd gone to in the Past was the only one she'd been lucky enough to have backstage passes for. Considering how that'd turned out for her, he wasn't surprised that was one memory from that particular Night she'd apparently blocked out.

        After getting their concessions and whatever merch they both wanted, they headed off to find their seats so they could get off their feet for a bit. Ash knew how standing–not to mention jumping around–on concrete could feel after a while, but he knew she'd be feeling it harder than him by the End of the Night. 'Cuz she was so much shorter than him, the young woman'd donned what she called her hooker boots, a pair of leather boots that came up to her knees and sported three, maybe four-inch heels. They were bound to kill her feet by the End of the Night, but as long as she'd a good Time, he knew the pain'd be worth it.

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Backstage in his private dressing room, Poison bassist Bobby Dall was getting himself ready to storm the stage. Joan Jett and her band were supposed to be the first up, then his own band, followed by Def Leppard before this tour's headliner took the stage. At least he'd have plenty of Time to grab a shower and relax a bit before the Insanity of the VIP meet-and-greet that'd follow Mötley's performance, which he was thankful for.