A series of vignettes on the self destructive life of Brian Jones through the eyes of Keith Richards. My goal was to tell the story of an unspoken voice.

I fell in love with him the first time I heard him play guitar. Never before had I cared about the person behind the music, but he was different. His guitar had touched me like nothing had done before in my whole life and in some strange way it made me realise we were the same. We both had demons, we desperately tried to hide away from, yet we never managed to. I didn't need his name nor to know what he looked like, to see the real him. His musical skill had opened me a window to his soul and it made me realise, that if there was indeed a soulmate out there for me, than it had to be him. The guitarist of the Rolling Stones. And still I had no expectation to ever be with him. [Rolling Stones Fan Fiction]

Brian Jones finds himself in a land more white and pure than any man could imagine; heaven. But the only way he is allowed to stayed in this realm for the rest of his eternity, is by completing the tasks that the Arch angels assign to him, and theyre not as simple as it may sound for an immortal...

Jim Morrison and Brian Jones have a turbulent relationship, filled with mind games and an internal struggle of a beaten down Pisces

Lennon's new next door neighbour is her longtime celebrity crush, Keith Richards. How much of a daydream is it to think that the Rolling Stone would fall for a woman like her? Well, when she finds Keith Richards at her mercy one Saturday evening, she doesn't think it's too outlandish of a thought.

A MICK JAGGER FANFICTION "I don't need your pity," I tell him with a frown. I can't imagine spending the night with an entire band. The man nods his head. "I know, but you do need my protection. You're a child." He emphasized the word 'child,' probably because he knew how much I didn't like being called one. "I'm not a child." I cross my arms, though part of me felt relieved. At least I'd have a place to sleep tonight. "Well, you are to me."

Si tuvieras que levantar mi autoestima, si tuvieras que aguantarme llorando... si no me vieras feliz ¿te quedarías? ¿Me abrazarias por la noche para intentar calmar todo mal? ¿Me dejarías tapar el espejo? No se que quieres hacer... pero no les digas a ellos... tapa los estupidos sollozos con largos gemidos... tapa los moratones con caricias... pero no les digas a ellos Ellos no saben de esto... pero por favor... no me sueltes la mano, me caería si fuera así.

This is literally a tag + rant book, nothing particularly special, but then again this is the Classic Rock Fandom....

1965.Margaret Falpin is 20 years old and is trying to make a name for herself . Writer for the New York-based music magazine , Red Glam, she interviews many music artists. Having no interest in any modern music makes her job a little difficult . Her heart is set on writing novels and for that wish to come true, she makes a deal with the devil. This devil just so happens to have blue eyes and thick lips.

Factual stories of Mick's w̶h̶o̶r̶e̶ sexual conquests & Random Mick Jagger facts you never knew