Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable "7th Heaven" characters. The
story uses the characters from the WB network show, created by Brenda
Hampton, but are only loosely based on the actual program. Warning: Offensive language used- may not be suitable, or palatable for all readers.
Simon peered out the window as the bus made it's way into the heart of Hollywood. He wondered where the searchlights were. "
"Where are the movie stars? Where's the glitz? This place looks like a shitty version of the Promenade." Simon deducted.
Not wanting to waste the experience, he decided to get off the bus at the intersection of Sunset and La Brea. He had money burning a hole in his pocket, and a mind full of ideas.
"First stop, a little snack", he mumbled to himself as he walked into El Pollo Loco. As he ordered his little meal, he noticed a rocker-type guy walk in. He wore a Poison tee shirt, had long jet-black hair, and looked to be a little older than Simon. The stranger lined up behind Simon and waited for service.
"Hey man, sweet shirt," Simon told the rocker. "Yeah, cool" the stranger said. "Did you ever see Poison live", asked Simon. "Every time they come. My older brother was into them while I was growing up, so I tagged along with him." "Kickass! My name's Simon. This is my first time here" "Wow, you should have gone to Fatburger instead. El Pollo Loco fucking sucks! I'm just here grabbing some grub for my drummer. I'm Chris." "No", Simon laughed, "this is my first time coming to Hollywood. You have a band?" "Yeah, here check this out." Chris said as he pulled a brightly colored piece of paper from his pocket, "This is my band. Check us out if you're not doing anything." "What kind of stuff do you play?" asked Simon. "Kind of glammy, punky, power pop shit. Just rock n' roll, I guess" "Oh shit, man. I'm only 17. I can't get in to this club. It says 18 and over." "Don't worry about it. I'll get you in." Chris said, and with that he grabbed his order, threw Simon a metal sign, and he was gone.
Determined to make the most of his adventure, he boarded another bus and headed down toward the Sunset Strip. He knew there were cool clubs there, and even if he couldn't get in, he'd at least see where they were, and try to meet some people. Who knows, maybe he could even find someone starting a band. When Simon got off the bus he was nearly blinded by all of the neon lights flashing all around him. "This is what I'm talking about!" he said, "This is Hollywood". One building had a neon sign high in the air. The red letter R rocked back and forth. Simon recognized the name of the club, The Roxy. Pretty Boy Floyd got signed after playing there, and Simon was determined to have the same thing happen. He sat on a bench and took in all of the surroundings. "This could be my town. This could be everything I've ever wished for." Simon thought. He stared at all of the people bustling in and out of the clubs, and wondered who they were. Unbeknownst to Simon he was being watched too.
story uses the characters from the WB network show, created by Brenda
Hampton, but are only loosely based on the actual program. Warning: Offensive language used- may not be suitable, or palatable for all readers.
Simon peered out the window as the bus made it's way into the heart of Hollywood. He wondered where the searchlights were. "
"Where are the movie stars? Where's the glitz? This place looks like a shitty version of the Promenade." Simon deducted.
Not wanting to waste the experience, he decided to get off the bus at the intersection of Sunset and La Brea. He had money burning a hole in his pocket, and a mind full of ideas.
"First stop, a little snack", he mumbled to himself as he walked into El Pollo Loco. As he ordered his little meal, he noticed a rocker-type guy walk in. He wore a Poison tee shirt, had long jet-black hair, and looked to be a little older than Simon. The stranger lined up behind Simon and waited for service.
"Hey man, sweet shirt," Simon told the rocker. "Yeah, cool" the stranger said. "Did you ever see Poison live", asked Simon. "Every time they come. My older brother was into them while I was growing up, so I tagged along with him." "Kickass! My name's Simon. This is my first time here" "Wow, you should have gone to Fatburger instead. El Pollo Loco fucking sucks! I'm just here grabbing some grub for my drummer. I'm Chris." "No", Simon laughed, "this is my first time coming to Hollywood. You have a band?" "Yeah, here check this out." Chris said as he pulled a brightly colored piece of paper from his pocket, "This is my band. Check us out if you're not doing anything." "What kind of stuff do you play?" asked Simon. "Kind of glammy, punky, power pop shit. Just rock n' roll, I guess" "Oh shit, man. I'm only 17. I can't get in to this club. It says 18 and over." "Don't worry about it. I'll get you in." Chris said, and with that he grabbed his order, threw Simon a metal sign, and he was gone.
Determined to make the most of his adventure, he boarded another bus and headed down toward the Sunset Strip. He knew there were cool clubs there, and even if he couldn't get in, he'd at least see where they were, and try to meet some people. Who knows, maybe he could even find someone starting a band. When Simon got off the bus he was nearly blinded by all of the neon lights flashing all around him. "This is what I'm talking about!" he said, "This is Hollywood". One building had a neon sign high in the air. The red letter R rocked back and forth. Simon recognized the name of the club, The Roxy. Pretty Boy Floyd got signed after playing there, and Simon was determined to have the same thing happen. He sat on a bench and took in all of the surroundings. "This could be my town. This could be everything I've ever wished for." Simon thought. He stared at all of the people bustling in and out of the clubs, and wondered who they were. Unbeknownst to Simon he was being watched too.