Alright, this is my first story, so please don't hate at me too much, and no flames please.
The Death of Billy Joe Cobra
Sitting on the floor, Billy smoked his cigarettes, he knew he would have to get up eventually but right now he'd stay right here in his music room. He had the first concert of his tour tonight and knew it would be full of sleepless nights and screaming fans, but he was used to it. He was the biggest pop star in the USA. Billy was all alone, but that was because he didn't smoke in front of people. Just another weird Billy thing.
*sigh*Just another day.
He toke one more breath and put it in the ashtray, got up and started messing with his guitar.
When the door opened, and a little gray man walked in "It's time for the concert Mr. Cobra, please put the guitar away." The poor man looked like he'd been through hell and back for Billy, and got nothing for it. He was short and skinny, and had a dull look on his face. A typical manger.
Billy sat the guitar down and looked at his manger. "Lay off the Mr. Bro, its Billy. And I'll be there in a minute."
The man left the door open as he passed through it. Billy grabbed the rest of the cigarettes' and followed his manger out.
On The Tour bus
Billy sat at the back of the bus in his closed of room. He had gone through the pack of cigarettes already and was dying for more. There was about an hour till the concert and they were running seriously late. He didn't want to disappoint his fans, but his manger wouldn't let him take his private jet.
"Can't this bus go any faster?" Billy shouted to the driver, getting stressed that he was going to be late to the biggest concert ever
(This was an exaggeration, but it did mean a lot to him). Billy was starting to wish he'd brought more cigarettes, and there were no stops if he wanted to get to the concert at all that day. He'd just have to get someone to buy him some at the concert.
At The Concert
Billy Joe cobra was about 1 hour late to his concert. When he got there it was still delayed 20 minutes for set up. When he finally got on stage, he had already gone thought two packs of cigarettes, three pounds of something a weird guy was selling, and pills he found on the street. He was pretty high. He got out there, played a couple extra songs, and moved on. It was about the same for the others, he got there late, played extra songs, and got high afterwards. How fun. Before he went back to Hollywood, he picked up some of the stuff he'd been eating. He didn't know what the heck it was but it tasted good, and he figured it was healthy; everyone was eating, or looked like they were eating it. Although He did see someone put some in their mouth and then fall over backwards. Maybe it was something else. Billy hoped on as he munched on the foul mix.
So that's my first chapter! If you find any mistakes tell me. Please comment and review!