Johnny and Axel headed back stage. They could hear music starting. Johnny saw a couch, where he saw Judy last. She wasn't there. Axel could see the worry on his face.
"Dude, are you okay?"
"No, where's Judy!?" Johnny saw a security guard, "Hey man, have you seen Judy Nails. She's nine months pregnant and she needs to take it easy."
The security guard smiled at him, "Heck yeah I've seen her. And so have over three thousand others." He pointed toward the stage. Johnny ran towards the curtain that separated him from back stage. He saw an opening and looked at the stage. He saw Pandora singing, Casey was playing heavy chords on her bass, Midori was playing a catchy beat on the drums. Sure enough he saw Judy, she sat on a guitar stool and was playing a Gibson SG. Johnny started cursing. "Damnit Judy! You can't be doing this!"
Axel walked towards Johnny, "What happened dude." Johnny pointed towards the stage. Axel looked, no words were needed. "Holy crap!"
"Yeah holy crap is right! She can't be doing this!!! When her set ends I'm going to kill her!"
Johnny couldn't run on stage and stop her, even though he wanted too. He could only watch in horror and bite his nails. The set went well. Judy played just like she did before. The crowd was wild. All thirteen songs from the album ended in screaming and cheering for the crowd. An encore was requested. Unknown to Judy, Johnny was hyperventilating behind the curtain. She agreed to the encore. The song was Kool Thing by Sonic Youth, a favorite of Judy's. She hit all the chords perfectly, her baby was kicking in delight. She started on the solo, she stood up off the stool and played. The crowd screamed at the pregnant rock star. Judy smiled and strummed, until she felt a kick that was so hard that she sunk to her knees. Johnny screamed from backstage. Music stopped coming from Judy, Pandora looked towards her, Judy had a sick look on her face. Casey continued to play while Judy grasped her belly, the crowd was screaming so loud no one could her Judy scream. Nobody except for Johnny. He had enough, he ran to the stage and started talking to Judy. The curtain was dropped on stage, some fans were worried and others were upset.
"Judy, JUDY! What the hell were you thinking!"
"Johnny, I know alright. Ow!"
The entire band was sitting around her. Johnny was frantic, "Judy what's wrong!"
"Johnny…get me to a hospital…my water broke!"
Johnny yelled, Casey dialed 911 and Pandora had no choice but to address the crowd.
"Hey fans, I'm sorry about that encore, but Judy is having her baby."
The fans screamed. So did Judy.
"Johnny, oh my God, it hurts!"
"Judy, it's alright, it's alright. Somebody, get some medics."
"Johnny I just dialed 911, they're sending somebody on their way."
Judy was lying on her back. "I need to see a doctor NOW!"
There were medics back stage, they were there to treat trampled fans from mosh pits, fans that had too much to drink, and over excited fans. Judy was carried over by Axel (Johnny couldn't lift her) and injured fans started screaming as they saw their favorite pregnant guitarist being carried in. Obviously in labor.
"Judy, relax. I'm here."
"I can't!!! It hurts! Ow…ow…OUCH!!!"
"Oh God, where's that bloody ambulance anyways!?"
Axel looked away from the scene unfolding, "You know, it's gonna be cool when the kid gets older, to say they were born at a rock concert."
Casey looked away from her screaming friend, "Yeah, I guess." Casey tried to get a grip on herself, suddenly she felt herself being pushed away. She saw a set of paramedics rush by her. Judy was lifted into a stretcher, hauled off to an ambulance. Johnny joined her and they were off.
Pandora turned to face Casey, "I'm never having kids."
Johnny was true to his word, he sat next to Judy holding her hand as she gave birth. Judy was screaming, she was in extreme pain. All Johnny could do was sit and watch. Over the years he had seen some pretty gross things. When he lived on the streets of East London in the mid 80's he once saw a man get mugged and have his throat slashed. He'd seen some scary horror movies, but by far this was the worst. All he could do was hold her hand and wipe the sweat from her forehead during her darkest hours.
Finally, on July 17 at 4:48 in the morning, Violet Cassandra Napalm was born. When a smiling nurse placed the small bundle wrapped in purple the lives of two rock stars were forever changed.