A N G E L (Roger Daltrey)

Three

Janice's POV

Nancy gaped at me, and for a moment I was afraid she'd say no.

Not that it mattered if she did, I had full intent on going with or without her at that point.

"YES!" she screamed. "YES, LET'S DO IT!"

We burst into a whole new set of screams, jumping up and down.

The rest of the concert passed in a frenzied blur, though I tried to hang on to every last second.

At the very end of the show, I watched with wide eyes as Pete rammed his guitar into the amp behind him. An explosion of noise rocked the venue. I clamped my hands over my ears.

Pete and Keith both set into completely obliterating their instruments, and the sound was excruciating, to say the least. Roger danced around them, spinning in circles, then dropping to his knees in front of Keith's drums, bits of which were going everywhere. In the madness, John simply stepped back, hands protectively gripping his prized bass guitar, his stoic expression unchanging.

Once the sound stopped and the smoke cleared, Nancy grabbed my hand and we started walking.

Sneaking backstage was easier than we expected. Turns out, as long as you walk with purpose and look like you know what you're doing, it's pretty likely that no one will stop you.

After a few moments' worth of completely directionless wandering, we found ourselves in front of a door pushed slightly ajar. Keith's hysterical laugh floated out into the hall, followed by an irritated whiny voice that must've been Pete's.

I smoothed out my hair and yanked up my tube top, only to immediately pull it back down a little, exposing a bit of cleavage. I rolled my shoulders back and took a breath.

"Ready?" I asked Nancy.

She nodded, taking a deep breath of her own. "Let's do it."

I peered through the crack and found myself staring at the backs of The Who. Cautiously, I pushed the door open the tiniest bit further.

Crreeeaaak.

I bit my lip and cringed at the squeaking of the hinges. Four heads whipped around, four sets of eyes burned through Nancy and I.

"Rog," John said smoothly, "couple'a burds at the door."

"Yeh, I see that." He replied, cocking an eyebrow at us and then letting a grin take over his features.

My face turned redder, if such a thing were possible.

Then, snapping into action like a wind-up toy, Keith sprung across the room, throwing the door open to its greatest extent and beaming at us.

"'Ello, ladies!"

We both blinked at him, smiling stupidly.

"So you're going to come in today? Or you just going to stand there like grinning idiots?" With that, he grabbed one of our hands in either of his and yanked us inside, closing the door behind us.

Nancy stared at the hand he had held seconds earlier, mouth agape.

"Nance, you're gonna catch flies," I whispered frantically, using my hand to lift her chin up.

An awkward silence hung around us, the air felt like pudding.

"We're just big fans of your music." Nancy finally said.

"A-and your faces!" I chimed in. John's cheeks reddened slightly and I sucked my lips in, biting them nervously.

"And your faces," Nancy repeated, smirking at Keith.

"Well innit that nice. Alright, girls, so we'll see you out now, thanks for coming to the show—" Pete was saying, but he was cut off by Keith.

"C'mon Peter lettem stay!" He pled, hopping from foot to foot, doe eyes sparkling. "'sides, that one's got a nice ass," he stage-whispered into his ear. And then at a normal volume, "what's your name, sweet'art?"

"Uh, Nancy," said Nancy, ducking her head shyly. Her sunglasses toppled off the top of her head and onto the floor, dragging her hair into her eyes on the way down. "Fuck. Fuck me." She swore quietly. She stooped over to pick them up and straighten herself back around.

"Slow down baby, I plan on it." Keith commented coolly.

Nancy put her hands over her face and let out a tiny explosion of nervous giggles. Keith crossed over to her and pulled her hands away.

I choked a bit and looked off somewhere else, which happened to be at Roger, which made me choke again, but worse this time.

"Would you care for a drink?" He asked me, cheshire grin making my heart turn.

"Oh, no, I don't drink, I'm only just eighteen, I—"

"Of water."

"Oh."

He reached over into a little red cooler, silver cross dangling...oh, I hoped it'd be dangling over me soon...

He twisted the lid off of a bottle of water with a crack and offered it to me.

"Thanks," I breathed, taking a sip. "I'm Janice. And you're beautiful."

Pete snickered and then turned around so I wouldn't see him laughing at me, but it was obvious.

"Hey, don't laugh at me!" I cried.

"'S'allright, he's just jealous," Roger looked me up and down as I had done to him so many times, "and I think you're beautiful, too."

"Jeyzus, could you get a room?" Pete fumed.

I looked over at Nancy and Keith to see their foreheads pressed together, admiring each other like real lovers.

"That's a good idea." Said Rog. "Why don't you come back to the 'otel with me, Janice? We could get to know each other." He shot me a wink.

Niagara Falls, if you catch my drift. 

"I'd like that." I smiled coyly.