She's Mine

"I am electric! I am electric! I am electric! I am fucking electric!" I yelled into the microphone I had grasped tightly around both of my hands. I breathed hard; catching my breath, last song of the night and I was down on my knees. I didn't need to see the crowed to know all of them where on their feet; screaming and throwing each other and themselves around. My hair was blocking off my face, I sit still on my knees letting the cheers flow though my ears like my music did to the fans in front of me. I slowly lifted my head up, looking around I saw what my ears heard, people everywhere, screaming, yelling, and women taking their shirts off, it was pretty sweet. I stood up slowly as their cheers got louder and louder as I slowly rose to my feet. This is what these people wanted. They wanted the rage, the act, the passion, and most importantly the destruction, and that's what I gave to them.

"Thank you L.A., you've been an amazing fucking crowd." I let their cheers and screams fill the bar. I smiled to myself as I looked back at my three other band members, Guy, Keila, and Bongo, they all smiled back. I turned back to the crowd. "Fuck this place up for me will ya?" I yelled as I threw my microphone into the crowd. Some of the staff have told me time and time not to throw stuff to the crowd, especially not equipment. Fuck them.

The lights went out which meant we needed to get off the stage. I ran off as one of the roadies handed me a cold towel, I wrapped it around my neck as I walked backstage. People around me clapping, patting my back, and putting their hand on my shoulder and giving me a strong shake. I didn't bother looking at anyone. I had something important waiting for me.

A few overly excited people later I made it to my room. Before I opened the pretty cheap white wooden door I saw the rest of my bandmates take a right, heading to the lounge. I decided to meet up with them later. The room I was in didn't have much to it, there was a black leather couch with a black table in front of it, both objects have obviously seen some hard days, with a makeup booth that was so large it about took up one wall, and a ton of posters and photos of old rockers that have been here before and left their autograph on the prints.

I crashed on the couch and slouched into it as I took a deep breath. The towel around my neck was now hot as I plopped it next to me. I glanced over at the table in front of me, a pack of cigarettes laid on the right side next to a lighter. I knew I shouldn't but it didn't really matter, we are all destined to die, this just makes it a little closer. I took one out and lit it. I put the cigarette to my lips and inhaled slightly. As I exhaled I leaned my head back with my eyes closed to the ceiling. This was what I wanted, a smoke after a concert.

Once I was down to the bud of the deadly idem in between my lips I flicked it to the floor and crushed it like a bug with my solid black combat boots. I was sweating in this outfit, the heavy boots with the tightest black pants along with a heavy black leather jacket that was hiding some of the print that was on the Led Zeppelin I had underneath it. My makeup was probably a wreck too, thick black eyeliner around my surprisingly blue eyes; that is the one feature about me people pay attention to. My mascara done very nicely along with smoky looking eye shadow. The gauges in my ears were not really big but they were big enough to notice that they were there. Then there was my skin. My left arm was completely decked out in tattoos that went all the way up to my shoulders. All of the tattoos I got were personal, they're not anyone's business.

A knock was heard from the other side of my room. Guy's face appeared as he entered the room. "Hey we've got people lined up at the van to sign autographs." He said as he took a cigarette from the carten and flicked the lighter open. Guy was a handsome man, he was tall with brown floppy hair and a sole patch on his chin. He worn a simple grey tee shirt with blue jeans along with black combat boots. Too bad I was into girls.

I jerked my head back as I pulled out a cigarette from the box signaling him to light up mine as well. I leaned in as his had cuffed around both of our killing machines as he lit each one. We both pulled back and inhaled. "Ready?" He asked as he left the cigarette in his lips. I took one more inhale and exhale before I stood up, grabbing the carton of cigarettes and shoving it in my back pocket. "Yep." I said as we both walked out.

Across the lounge area was the back of the entire stadium, which was were our tour bus and our equipment bus were, also somewhere where fans were not supposed to be, but we give a little extra for those who break the rules. Guy opened the door as I walked through it, once I was out there I heard the screams go from zero to one hundred. I looked at my feet the entire time as limited security was blocking the screaming fans from me. Security showed me the way over to Bongo and Keila who were both leaning against the equipment bus taking pictures with fans and signing everything imaginable. I took a spot next to Keila who was looking extra fiery today. Keila had beautiful mixed skin color with a black afro that goes great with her personality. Her maroon pants went well with the 'Rufus and Chaka Khan' shirt she was wearing with a black leather jacket like mine to match.

"Hey cutie." Keila teased as a fan left after she signed a piece of paper.

I exhaled smoke from the cigarette in between my lips. "How many do we have?" I asked trying to look at the line of fans that a few rather large security men were blocking.

Keila swerved her head a few times to see behind the men. "Not a lot."

I tried looking past the men and saw a flash of pink. It was a beautiful shade of pink but I couldn't tell what it was, shirt, purse, hair? I couldn't tell.

Before I could look any further to who the pink belonged to Guy pushed my side with his to get my attention. "You heading to the after party when this is over?"

"Maybe. I'm pretty tired." I said leaning my head back on the bus.

"Oh come on Marcy it'll be fun. Plus these L.A. girls are hot as fuck." Guy grinned as a group of very attractive ladies walked by. "Hot as fuck." Guy whispered to himself watching them walk past us.

Just then the security realized me and Guy had both arrived and started crowing around me and him before the fans did. The big men in the uniform started to yell at the crowd to get into lines which took a while but the fans finally got what they wanted. The first group of fans walked up and the signing and smiling started. A few groups later I glanced up for about a second and saw the pink color flash for a quick second. I took a double look but it was gone. Who is that? And more importantly why do I care?

A very large group of both boys and girls was up next as I flicked my cig to the concrete and stomped on it. "Oh my god I can't believe it's really you! Can I get a picture?" A lady asked who looked very…different, but that's what I was about. She was a bigger women with purple hair along with a very uncomfortable looking skinny dress. I just smiled and said sure as she raised her phone above us and snapped a few photos. "This means so much to me, thank you so much." She said as she hugged me tightly then stood off to the side checking out the pictures she took.

Next was a young man with shaggy blonde hair, to his left he had an older looking man, maybe in his twenties, and to this right a young women with fiery red hair. The blonde smiled big at me as he walked up confidently, "Hi Marceline! Can you sign my shirt and poster?" He asked with the biggest smile on his face. I smiled back, "Absolutely." I grabbed a black sharpie from my pocket and held the cap in between my lips. I signed my name sloppily onto his light blue tee shirt. I never had very pretty handwriting. The boy then rolled out his poster which was a big picture of me holding my acoustic guitar while sitting on a stool in the middle of the stage. I sloppily signed near the bottom but put it as big of a print as I could. "What's your name kid?" I asked though the cap in my mouth. "Finn." He said happily as I wrote down 'Don't ever stop being young, Finn." Once I finished writing Finn's face when he read the print lit up like a Christmas tree. "Thank you so much!" He said as excited as could be, I gave him a hug as he went next to the purple haired lady.

Next was the redheaded beauty. "Hey Marcy." She said quite flirty. "Can you sign my boobs?" The redhead said a little too casually. I just grinned as I glanced over at Guy who was grinning as he was signing a piece of paper, I got my pen ready. "Duh." She then hooked a finger around the collar of her tee shirt and brought it down enough to where all I could see was cleavage. I wrote my name down as carefully as I could onto her very plush breasts. Once I was finished she then asked for a picture which I gladly took with her. She said her thanks then went with the young boy Finn.

The older man didn't ask for anything but as he was walking the same way Finn did a young lady grabbed onto his sleeve lightly. "Wait Jake." She said as she walked in front of me, as did a women behind her. It wasn't until I saw the flash of pink. It was a young lady, very, very attractive lady. She had on a black tee shirt of our bands name across the chest with a black jacket over it. On her shoulders were two straps holding a backpack. Her skinny black pants went well with the black combat boots she had on. She was quite a beauty.

"Can I get your autograph?" The women who grabbed onto the man named Jake said very politely. I smiled and took the poster she held. "What's your name love?" I asked as she giggled. "Just put Lady." She said with a bright smile. I finished up writing on the poster as she moved out of the way. Then the pick haired girl came up to me.

"Hey." She simply said with a smile. Her voice was like the sound of the waves calming after a storm. It was sweet and delicate all at once.

"Hey pretty lady," I said as smoothly as I could without blushing. "What can I get for ya?" I grinned. When I finished my sentence she slid one arm out of the straps of the backpack and opened it up in search of something. The lady then pulled out a black leather journal and opened it to a blank page.

"Can you sign this?" She asked with that sweet voice.

I smiled as I carefully took it from her hands. "Of course, what's your name beautiful?" I asked as I glanced up at her, she was blushing. "Bonnie." She said grinning from ear to ear now with her hands now shoved into her jacket.

I grinned as I wrote, 'Do they play I spy in heaven? Because I spy an angel.' I then wrote her name underneath it with a heart above the 'I.' I smiled to myself as I wrote down the cheesiest thing I could think of, it was the closest I could come to being romantic without being sexual.

When I handed the journal back to her she quickly read it and covered her mouth with one hand. "That was the sweetest and cheesiest thing I've ever heard." Bonnie then put the journal back up in her backpack. "Can I get a hug?" She asked ever so sweetly. I answered by opening up my arms. She quickly stood on her toes to wrap her arm around my neck since she was quite a bit shorter than me. When my arms met contact with her back I brought her in as close as I could. Somehow this felt right, I never believed in love at first sight so does this make me a hypocrite? Maybe.

For what only seemed like two seconds she let go, with a red stain on her cheeks. She looked up at me with those fascinating blue eyes. "Bye." She said softly as she started to walk off. I couldn't let her slip out.

"Wait." I said as I grabbed onto her arm, she turned around and looked into my eyes. At that moment I forgot what my name was, nothing mattered. I looked at the group she had come along with who was looking at me funny. I couldn't ask her to go alone with me to an after party I'd be better if someone she knew was there. "You with that group over there?" I asked bobbing my head towards them. Bonnie looked over at them then back at me. "Yeah why?"

I grinned trying to play it cool, "How would you and your buds over there like to go to an after party with us?" I asked trying to hide the eagerness in my tone.

Bonnie's eyes lit up like a star. "R-Really?" She asked with the biggest smile on her face. I grinned at her and smoothly took her right hand and kissed it gently. "You guys make yourselves comfortable on the bus and we'll be on their shortly." I said with a little wink.

The beauty with the pink hair suddenly jumped onto me with her feet off the ground and her arms tightly around my neck. I grabbed her waist before she could fall and set her down easy as I called over a security guard. "Make sure she and her friends get on the bus safe." I told him.

"Thank you so much is this awesome!" Bonnie said with excitement as she ran off to her group. All at once I heard loud screams come from all of them, must be their first time with a band. The security guard I had spoken to then pointed them in the direction of the tour bus and followed next to them. I watched as Bonnie walked away, hate to see her go, but I'm loving watching her walk away.

A painful hit on the shoulder interrupted my thoughts as Guy looked at me confused. "What the hell was that?" He asked pointing back at the group.

"Hey there was a hot girl there, you would have done the same. Besides, there were a ton of girls in that group, go pick yourself someone nice. Just not the girl with pink hair." I grinned as I pulled out a cigarette from the box in my back pocket and lit it. "She's mine." I said exhaling the smoke into the night sky.