Disclamer: I don't own SON
Rebel Girl By Bikini Kill
I took a deep breath and turned off my car, putting a ticket from my visor along with a backstage pass, complements of the boss. I pulled the pass on over my head and pushed got out of the car. Quickly I did a once over on my outfit, a pair of skinny dark wash jeans and a dark red plaid shirt, yup I looked like a fan. I made my way into the stadium. I traded in my ticket and followed the crowd of people toward the main event. As I moved through the mass, slowly making my way up to the front of the audience where my seat was. After about ten minutes of being forced into a mosh pit the curtains parted and the notorious womanizer came up on stage. Announcing her own presence, the music started up almost immediately and the song poured out her lips. I'll admit that I enjoyed her music, and got into the concert, but I didn't forget that I was here on a mission. Midway through Ashley's set of songs, for a moment, I thought I might have caught her eye, making eye contact with the rock goddess, but maybe I was hallucinating. I continued to enjoy the songs, and have fun watching the crazy teenagers dance all over each other. One by one the songs passed by and the concert came to an end.
"I hope you all enjoyed the show, remember you can grab my new album in stores November 23." She yelled into the microphone. "I'm Ashley Davies, and I live to rock you!" Tagline set, she winked to the crowd and threw her arms up before walking backward off crowd got even more rowdy with applause. I smiled and clapped along, until the stadium started to empty out. I made my way to the backstage entrance. Showing the bouncer my pass he nodded and let me in.
In the room I was allowed into was about fifteen or twenty people, about half of them were the excited teens, probably the same ones that would be reading my next article. "Where the hell is my water!?" An angered voice yelled from behind a pair of doors. "You know I like my ice water the moment I get off stage, I don't want to have to wait!" I stifled a giggled, what a diva. The doors from which the voice came from burst open and a smiling Davies walked through them. She walked toward a cluster of humans, shaking hands and signing things for the fan girls, exchanging small talk. I leaned against the wall closest to me and awaited my turn. Slowly she approached me, a sly grin on her lips, one that said 'I'm cocky'. "Hey." She said as she came within speaking distance.
"Hi." I replied, giving her my best shy smile.
"So what's a gorgeous girl like you doing backstage, Just looking for an autograph?" She asked, producing a sharpie from her back pocket.
"Maybe…" I replied meekly, using my innocent look to my advantage, twirling a piece of hair around my index finger.
"Well then I'll give you one I'm sure you'll like. " She smirked smugly and took my wrist, pulling my arm from my body. On my inner forearm she began to write ten numbers onto my skin, then 'I wanna rock you', under it. She leaned into me and whispered into my ear. "Call me, any time you want." She let her lips linger by my ear, and oddly, her breath made me shiver.
"Don't worry, I will." I assured her, keeping up the sweet fan act.
"I'll be looking forward to it." She reached behind her again and pulled out a picture of herself out of her back pocket, signing it as well. "One that won't wash off." She told me handing it over. I smiled widely and she stepped away from me, walking to the next set of hungry fans. I scoffed and looked down at my arm.
"Rock stars are so dirty." I mumbled to myself, walking out the nearest exit.