Master of Destruction

Chapter 1

This fic is dedicated to Sabrina, the biggest slut for Axl and Lars to ever be ~

15th of May 1986

"Imma go grab a drink."

You left your group of friends and headed to the build-up bar on the field. Tables were stacked in order to make a counter, and students behind were serving beers lustily.

You asked your glass to be refilled when the sound of an electric guitar started. Once a week, a group came and played during the party; usually students of your university. You took back your glass and turned your head towards the band. You couldn't see them from where you were, there wasn't any stage so they were on the ground, at people's level. You couldn't really hear the voice that just started singing, the sound was poorly balanced and instruments took it over. The speakers crackled, but you quickly got happed by the riffs, feeling the guitar resonating through your chest. If the quality of the guitarist surpassed the quality of the speakers, not bad.

You proceeded to them, wanting to see more. You passed between groups of students chatting together, not listening nor watching to them at all. You placed yourself behind a little line of people, only three or four meters away from the band.

The singer had his eyes closed, balancing himself on the music. The spotlight above him reflected in his ginger hair.

The solo started, and your gaze shifted to the guitarist; he wasn't under a light, so everything you saw was a hairy shape scratching his guitar like his life depended on it. You then looked back in the singer's direction and his gaze moved. You frowned; you swore he was looking at you.

He took the mic back and started to sing again.

The two minutes passed fast, and you were trapped.

The chorus repeated and the musicians gave everything before slowly stopping the music.

Some clapping could be heard, but you bet less than the half of people there noticed the music stopped. God, that was good. The singer swiped the "audience"; he sighed, and in his process stopped his gaze on you. You didn't know what to do. You quickly looked away and then remembered your friends further on the field. You turned back and walked towards the spot you were some minutes ago. A chilly wind made you tighten your jean jacket. You arrived; they weren't there anymore. "Guys, I swear..." You looked left and right but couldn't really see anything in the crowd, plus it was getting dark. You raised your shoulders in disbelief and swore. Not nice.

You were cursing on them when you felt a tap on your shoulder: "Wanna grab a drink?" You turned. You recognized his ginger hair and raised your eyebrows in surprise. His voice took you aback; it was so deeper than when he was singing.

Your mutual silence embarrassed him a bit and he passed his hand through his hair: "I'm sorry I shouldn't have followed-"

"Oops sorry. Well, my friends seem to have forgotten me." You showed the empty space around you and invited him to carry on in a movement of your arm.

"Me and my band planned to go to a bar near here. Wanna come?" You nodded. You weren't going to stay there all alone, were you? Both of you started to walk. "I'm y/n by the way. And you?" He took some seconds before answering: "I am... Axl. Axl Rose." You shrugged. "You seem to hesitate. Are you sure?"

He nodded. "Well, now I am sure." You exchanged a look. Something touched you in it, but you don't know what. "Oh, and thank you."

You frowned. "For what?"

"For listening to us earlier." You nudged at him: "Oh. Well, people coming here aren't really there for music, more for... other things." You imitated drinking from a bottle of beer and made evocative gestures with your hands. He shrugged.