Let There Be Rock || Bon Scott (Completed)

Chapter 3 - Denial

"What is it Angela? You've been down all night." Melody sat next to me, hugging her arm tight around my body as I placed my forehead firmly on the table. I wasn't at all ready for more outings with the band. Especially since Bon was there. For some reason my gentle spirit rejected his wild yet caring one, to a point of me not being able to shake the image of me dancing with him on stage last night.

"I don't wanna go tonight." Angus bribed me with the fact that this place has the best chicken wings in all of Australlia, but I don't know if that would work anymore, I'd lost my appetite for pretty much everything.

Melody tipped a shot of whiskey into her mouth, then proceeding an attempted dragging out the door. I gave up on protesting and complied with what she wanted, walking myself outside, following her closely.

The resutuant was styled like a 50's diner, I looked around in awe at the many records placed upon the wall. It had everything from Buddy Holly to Elvis Presley. Bon must have noticed my smile, he was now trying to talk me up about how Chuck Berry changed civilization.

"Yknow I was the one who suggested this place." Bon informed me as we all took our seats at a booth. "Heard you like chicken wings."

"BOCK!" Angus chirped in and Malcolm gave him a friendly punch in the shoulder. Melody giggled and rested her head on Cliff's shoulder who was now visually blushing. I shook my head, in disapproval.

I hated to admit this, but Angus was right about the chicken wings. As annoying as he could be at times, I was happy to be back home with him and Malcolm again. I had even made a new friend in the form of Cliff. I was okay with Phil, part of me was turned off by him due to him subconsciously promoting heroin use to Adelaide, but those accusations wouldn't hold.

As for Bon, who had just gotten the waitresse's phone number, (I'll admit, I was proud of him, she is quite easy on the eyes) I knew for certain he was just trying to get into my pants. My wedding band was still tightly hugged around my finger and I didn't intend to take it off until I'd found the right man to fill a hole in my heart that was only getting bigger by the second. And you know.. high quality lotion to ease it off.

To indicate I was deep in thought, I rested my head on my hand and propped my one elbow on the table. I'd glanced at the records once again, thinking about what it would be like dancing on stage with those legends. I scrunched my face out of confusion, questioning the reasoning behind my mind obsessing over that subject. It was such a simple act, but fate seemed to indicate it was the key to the bigger picture.

I took a look at Bon again, who was happy to occupy himself by arm wrestling with Phil, slapping in a loud "fuck" when Phil successfully brought his arm down, Adelaide gave Phil a high five.

Meanwhile, I gazed upon the Jukebox at the front of the diner, it was shining so bright it could light up a room. Suddenly, I found myself an idea, tied along to my compulsive thoughts about dancing.

"Hey Bon." I tapped the man on the shoulder as I stood up and flipped my long blonde hair to the side. "You wanna dance with me?" I flashed a charming smile, knowing I was going to regret this it faded slowly, but Bon remained happy as ever.

"So what are you trying to do here Angela? Tease me? Pull me in then throw me back?" Bon asked as Angela put a dime in the Jukebox, soon the shoe shuffling tune of Elvis Presley's jailhouse rock filled the place.

"Just testing the waters." I whispered, then twirling to the rythym.