The Token - A Guns N' Roses FanFic

Chaoter 4: The First Gig

"We're on in 10," Axl came back into the closet that we were waiting in.

"Stop being such a girl Duff, your hair looks fine," I sent Izzy a glare from across the room. I could tell he was all too happy with his comment. That bastard had been teasing me all week, and aI was getting sick and tired of it.

"If anyone is the girl here it's Axl,"

"It's called Glam Slash!" By now Axl was standing where I was only moments ago applying some additional eyeshadow.

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I balanced the coffee as I quickly knocked on the door of the Hell House as the guys called it. Axl had arranged a band meeting for god knows what reason this morning before our first gig. As I peaked into the windows, I quickly realized there was no movement inside. So much for our morning meeting, the guys were probably still asleep.

Things had been going pretty well this past week, not to brag or anything. It was probably one of the more stressful weeks in my life with the pressure of a gig around the corner. Lucky for me most of songs were covers I had played before, and the guys helped me with any originals. I would be lying if I said Macy didn't pound on my bedroom door telling me to stop in the middle of the night. She would always look at me like a crazy person when she told me to stop and quizzed me on why I wasn't sleeping. I always shrugged and said I wanted to be ready for the gig. I didn't want to let my band down; however, that was only part of the reason. I never told her about Izzy. It had been a week since Izzy had casually dropped the bomb that he knew that I was masquerading as a guy.Since that day he hasn't brought it up. Even after spending over 8 hours a day practicing, he didn't say a word about it. If we talked, it was about music or tweaks we could make to sound better. He was a good musician, he really had an ear for it. All of them did actually, I was lucky they chose me.

"Mornin," I was met with a very tired Izzy. He held the door open for me as I walked in quickly realizing that there was no way we were going to have a meeting in a couple minutes.

I walked into the living room and set the coffees down on the nearest flat surface I could find. I felt a flash a relief flow through me as the drinks safely made it to their destination. I had spent the last Thierry minutes of my very boring shift making them.

"They're labeled, I'm assuming you know what your name is?" I said before plopping down on the couch.

"Any reason for the..." Izzy gestured towards the coffee what was sitting on the table nearby.

"Michelle was working this morning and wanted to treat the band with something nice because morning meetings suck...especially if Axl arranged the meeting," I causally responded trying to keep up my act.

"Is she coming to the gig tonight? I'd love to thank her in person," I rolled my eyes at his comment and sent him my best 'are you serious look?' earning a quiet chuckle from him.

I watched from the corner of my eye to see if I got his order right. I watched as he smiled after taking the sip.

"How many people know?" His question shouldn't have caught me off guard but it did none the less.

"Depends," my answer was short in hopes that he would drop it. Inside the house where the rest of the band was currently sleeping wasn't the 'ideal' place to have this conversation.

"Depends on what?"

"On how many people you have told."

"I've told no one," his answer caught me off guard as I raised a brow.

"Really? Not even your Indiana brother?" This earned another laugh from him as he shook his head no.

"Do people seriously call us that?"