I straightened my hair, teased the short layers on top a bit, and threw on a ASHBA SWAG t-shit, with a pair of shorts, and fish-net tights on underneith. I put on my brown cowboy boots. I put thick, black eyeliner on, and some light red lipgloss on, puckered my lips in the mirror and came out of the room, and walked downstairs. My mom was staying at my house, so she could take care of my cat while I was gone. My mom gasped at me. "Good God, Mynx! You look like a... Like a..." "A whore, mom?" I finished her sentence with a cheezy grin. She rolled her eyes. "Sorta, kinda." "MOM!" I yelled. "I'm going to the best concert in the entire world tonight. They'll never be back this close to us for a long time. Besides, I'm going to be in the front row! Dj has to notice me." She rolled her eyes. "Mynxi! Your twenty two! He's like fifty." She scolded. I sighed. "Fourty-six, mom." "Still! He's way older than you." I sighed, "Mom, you moan and complain all the time about how I'm always working, and never go out. Now, my favorite band in the whole universe is coming as close as they ever come, and I'm going, and your bitching me out any damn way." She sighed. "Your right... Look, go and have fun. And if Mr. Dj notices you, which, he'd almost have to be completely damn blind if he didn't, get an autograph for me. Just don't get knocked up." I laughed. "Thanks, mom."

I got in my beat up truck, and left the driveway. I lived in the Kentucky, and Guns N Roses, was going to play in Tennesee. I lived on the outskirts of Kentucky, so it'd only take me a few hours to get there. I plugged in my ipod, and turned on "Paradise City" and jammed. My name was Vitani, but my mom started calling me Mynxi-Jinxa-Binx when I was little. I'm a nurses aid, at a retirement home called Country Meadows, and make 7.25 an hour. I wasn't very rich, in fact, the farm house I live in was owned by my parents, because they built it, and it was only right down the mountain from me. It was so close to their house, that I made a trail with my horse that goes up to their house. My house was only a one bedroom, one kitchen, one dining room, and one batheroom. Guns N Roses has been a favourite of mine, for a while. Yeah, it's kinda weird that Guns N Roses was a band that my parents liked when they were young. ... Finally, about five hours of driving I was at the arena. I hopped out and walked into the arena. I got to the front frow, right in the middle. Nice. There were only about thirty other people there. I wanted to come early, and get my damn seat that I payed for. It wasn't a seat, really. There were no seats. It was just a standing arena. ... Finally. About an hour of waiting, and the arena was completely filled. It got all dark, and then I heard a deep voice... "Hello..." It was Axl.

The crowd went completely insane. "Are you guys ready to fucking party?" Axl asked loudly. Typical Axl. I screamed with the crowd, and then fireworks and what not came about. "YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE!?" He screamed. Right before I could scream the answer, Dj Ashba stood in front of me, looking out at the crowd, grinning. I screamed as loud as I could. "YOUR IN THE JUNGLE BABY!" Dj glanced down at me, and grinned even wider. "Hell yeah!" Dj said, and started to play the music. After playing Welcome to the Jungle, Sweet Child O Mine, November Rain, and Paradise City, they started to play Knocking on Heavens Door. During all this time, Richard Fortus and Dj kept switching places. Richard alloud me to touch his hand. I about died. Also during this time, there were a group of dicks behind and beside me. Drinking. I was swaying my hips to the song. One of the guys grabbed my ass. One of them laughed when I jumped. I turned around and smacked him. "what the fuck is your problem, bitch?" The one who touched me asked, all cocky like. I turned around, now pissed off, and started swaying my hips again. I didn't notice Axl had seen what was happening, but he kept standing there, singing. The same guy touched me again. I turned around and smacked him harder. He punched me. And so did the three guys that were standing with him. I was on the ground, getting beat up.

"HEY! HEY! Stop this fucking show!" I heard Axl yell and then I didn't hear music anymore.

Dj's pov...

I was jamming the fuck outta my guitar, when I heard Axl say "HEY! HEY! Stop this fucking show!" I did. I stopped stumming the guitar, and looked around. Richie sprinted up to me. "What's going on?" he asked. I shrugged. "Fuck if I know, one of the fans probably pissed him off again." I saw Axl jump into the crowd. "Oh shit!" me and Rich said at the same time, and ran to the edge of the stage. I saw a shit load a guys punching and kicking at the ground. But I didn't see anyone there. Hey, wasn't this the place where that pretty little girl was standing? Oh no... Wait, no. They wouldn't hurt her. Richard interupted my thoughts, "Dj! We gotta get Axl!" he yelled and jumped into the crowd. I looked. Axl was one by one, kicking the fans' ass'. I sighed and jumped in. I grabbed ahold of Axl's shoulders and pushed him back. "Come on, come on Axl. Dude, c'mon." I said, trying to get him back, but he kept trying to get at the fans. "Their fucking hurting her!" he yelled. Then I left go, and started watching. Then, shortly after Axl cleared a few of the men that were hovering over who ever they were hovering over, I saw her. I punched of a few of the men, along with Richard, when he saw it was a girl, and scooped her up. I carried her over and layed her on the stage. I asked the security man to help me up, and then got back on stage with Axl and Richard. I scooped the girl up and headed backstage. I layed her on the couch we had back there, and examined her. She looked young. Maybe a little to young. To be here without parents, at least. Shit. What if her parents were out there... I called Maurice, our makeup artist/manager. "Yea!" she called back from the room, then came back out. "What'su?-Oh shit! What the hell happend?"

"Fans got her. Started a fight. Watch over her for a minute." I went back out on stage to hear Axl giving the crowd a load of shit. I hated when he did that. It wasn't all the fans that did this. I tapped his shoulder. "Gimme the mic." He looked at me weird, but did it. I took the mic and walked to the edge of the stage. "Uh, hey guys. Were going to continue in just a bit. Before I we start the show, is there parents here, that were with that girl?" I felt like an idiot when the crowd stood quiet, and shook their heads. Fuck. Okay. I handed the mic back to Axl and went back stage. "Maurice, do you think she needs to go to the hospital!?" I called to her. "No, she'll be alright, they just knocked er' out, is all! Go on! I'll watch her!" she called back. I called, "Okay!" And ran back out on stage. We finished the show with three more songs and then we all went backstage.