Keith Moon #1

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Hello. Welcome! To a new book. Hopefully I don't get bored of this book and continuously update this sucker. But now, onto the imagine

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You never were one to go and basically be a groupie but you went at the request of your best friend, Elisabeth.

"Come on, Y/N." Elisabeth whined.

"But I don't feel like it." Y/N groaned, flopping back onto the bed.

"Your coming. Whether you like it or not." Elisabeth dragged you to the closet and threw an outfit.

"Can't I wear something less revealing." You ask.

You're currently holding a two piece, that has a lacy, white top and a black leather skirt.

"Well if you must then here." Elisa threw a faux fur coat at you. "Have this."

"Thanks." You scoffed. This is exactly why you want new friends.

"You'll thank me later." Elisabeth sang, leaving the closet for you to dress.

You begrudgingly get the skimpy clothes on and waltz into the room.

You give Elisa a twirl before she squeals and hugs you.

"I knew it would good on you." She let go and looks you up and down. "There going to die when they see you."

"Great. A murder charge I don't want." You joked, rolling your eyes.

Elisa scoffs and skips her way over to your vanity.

"Now, time for makeup." She proudly holds up the brushes and palettes.

You sluggishly walk over and plop down on the plush stool.

"Just get it over with." Y/N snaps.

"Okay." Elisa gets to work and you sit there for what felt like hours.

"And done." Elisabeth beams at the masterpiece she thinks she has created.

"Wow!" You monotonously reply.

"Well, come on. Were going to be late." Elisa drags you to the door.

She hands you a backstage pass.

"How do you even get these?" You ask.

"I'll never tell." She sashays her way out the door.

You grab your purse and lock the door.

"They do one thing wrong. I'll kill you." You threaten.

"Okay. Okay." She defends.

"Are you're sure they'll remember you like you say." Y/N asks.

"I'm pretty sure."

You nod and look out the window. Slightly wishing you were in bed right now.

You soon fall asleep but are jolted awake.

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