Their conversation lasted until Johnny went on stage, completely sober, and he played the greatest concert of his life. Judy went on next, now with blue hair, courtesy of Johnny Napalm and his unlimited stash of hair dye and aqua net. But Johnny had temptations while Judy was away. Izzy was drinking (even though he was told not too), and Axel was thinking of smart things to say to Casey, which was very hard for him to do. Gunner was glued to his computer, updating the bands website. Johnny sat down next to Gunner.
"Sup, Napalm." Gunner just reached his two-word-a-day limit.
"Lad, you're smart. You don't drink, ya never have, and ya never will…eh Jaxon?"
"Sure."
"Jaxon, can't you say a complete sentence?"
"Wally…picked…his…nose."
Johnny shifted his eyes over to Izzy, halfway drunk already. Drummers…
"By the way Napalm, there's a lot of fans that sent us emails hoping for your recovery."
Johnny's eyes widened, "Now, that's more like it."
The concert ended, head plate went out to party, Violet Eyes went out to sleep, and Judy and Johnny went to 'buddy up.' They sat outside Judy's bus, there was too much drinking going on in his bus, and they didn't want to go inside Judy's, everybody was asleep. Judy sat down and looked at the stars, and Johnny lit up a cigarette.
"Judy I spent all day telling you about my youth, now tell me something' about yours."
"Well…I grew up in New Jersey. I had an older sister, by ten years. When she was fifteen she was killed in a car wreck. I went to Catholic school. My mom was very mean to me, and my dad was never around. After I graduated, my best friend Pandora and I ran away and started Violet Eyes. A few years ago we found Midori, to replace Jessica…which believe me is another story entirely. The last time I saw my mom, we got in a screaming fight. It was over some dumb boy I used to date and he got in trouble and my mom was pissed and blah blah blah."
"Oh…did I tell you that I have a younger brother? No, well his name is James, James Elliot Napalm. He's seven years younger than me, and he was always a little tattle tale. I used to beat his ass on a daily basis. Little bugger! I haven't seen him in years tho'. Let's see…he's 28 now. God I feel old."
"Only three years older than me."
"Yeah, Plum was only 26." He shuttered at the memory.
"Johnny, what's the story between you and Plum?"
Johnny let out a sigh, "Well…we met about two years ago, she used to dye my hair. She moved in with me, back when I still lived with London, and we were very very involved with each other. I had to go on tour a lot. And I spent a lot of time in the states and she got really pissed. One day I came home and she bashed me in the head. Things got really nasty and she went to court. She told the blasted Judge that I raped her…she of course had no proof…so that little tart got charged with filing false claims but I got kicked the hell outta my apartment. For a while I really loved her. I kept drinking and drinking and drinking…but that's another story. Last month I got this tattoo." He turned his neck to show Judy his broken heart tattoo.
"Wow. I used to date this guy in high school, it was just puppy love, he got an MIP so I dumped him. Then there was this roadie. I made the huge mistake of sleeping with him, he told everybody, and I was humiliated. So that's that. My entire dating life." Judy leaned back on the pavement. Johnny, tried to lean back, but his mohawk got in the way.
"Bloody hair! Ya know one of these days I'm going to shave my head."
"I liked it when you had liberty spikes, it looked good."
Johnny smashed out the end of his cigarette into the pavement. "I know, but that takes even longer to spike, and even longer to wash all that glue out."
Judy put her arms behind her head. The bottom of her hoodie lifted up exposing some skin.
"When did you get that tattoo?"
Judy looked at her hip. "Oh that one, it was my first. I got it when I was seventeen." Judy moved her hands to touch that vintage black and blue star. "Of course I got it on my hip so my mother wouldn't find out."
"Same. I got my first one on my abs, but my stupid brother saw it when I was sleeping. He told mum, and of course I got grounded for a month." He lifted up his shirt and showed Judy.
"Cool, which tattoo of your is your favorite?"
"Easy, it would have to be the barcode on the back of my neck." She shifted around and showed Judy. "It's sentimental, because it happens to be the barcode off the first album I was ever in. Back in '96. Back when I was in the group Bastard Children of the Apocalypse with me mates. Unfortunately we broke up after out singer Willie died."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"He died of alcohol poisoning…" he suddenly had a melancholy look on his face. He then turned to look at Judy, "By the way, thank you for saving my life."
"No problem, it would of sucked if we lost you. You're not ready to meet Elvis, Hendrix, John Lennon, and Janis yet…"
"Well I look at it this way. If I was to die that night, I don't think I would have had time to make my peace with God."
Judy was just about to mention about her time in Catholic School, when suddenly a loud noise came from Johnny's tour bus, followed by much cursing. Johnny stood up and shouted. "Damn you Izzy, I told you not to put your lava lamp on the damned oven!" He turned to look toward Judy, "Sorry I'd better go make sure nobody got injured." He left and ran toward the bus. Much commotion came out of the van followed by what sounded like a smoke alarm. Men…
