Chapter Two

The click of the door sounded, and a long, pale hand opened the door, the face of Marky staring dead at me. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and a beer bottle in his other hand, which was almost empty. Marky was a bit awkward, I think.

"Hey, uh...ya want somethin'?" He took a swig of beer.

"Hi Mark, um...well...my name's Angela and, well I-I'm a fan of you guys. Real big fan, actually. You guys, uh, were great tonight."

Marky chuckled. He had a cute smile. "Thanks, glad to hear that. We'll be movin' on to D.C. tomorrow afternoon, but we're actually packing up and goin' to a motel soon, so uh...you gotta scat. Sorry hun."

"Oh. Well...you see, I don't know if you noticed but..." I chuckled to ease the uncomfortableness that I felt. I didn't know Mark would be so direct. Jesus..."...I was actually right on the edge of the stage and...well, you know, I was right by Johnny, and he asked me after the show was over to meet him here."

Marky's eyes widened. "Did he?" He turned his face into the room. "'Ey, John!"

"Yeah."

"There's a girl here to see ya." He turned his attention to me again. "Sorry, sweetie. He'll be here in a sec, 'kay?" His attitude changed once I mentioned Johnny. That was cool. That was real cool.

"Yeah Mark, what-...oh." Johnny had come to the door and saw me standing there outside. He smiled. "Oh, hey. How're ya doin' babe?"

They both sounded exactly the same. I swear, it was that damn New York accent of theirs. It was kind of funny to observe, actually.

Johnny was dressed in a black tank top and jeans. Suddenly, in those five seconds, it seemed as if my ability to speak was gone. I tried saying something, but some weird sound came out. I just don't know what happened. I was talking perfectly fine with Marky, but then this gorgeous bastard Johnny had to come out and wreck everything. God, I hated him for this. I hated being so attracted to him...

I tried talking again. "I...well, I'm really sorry if-...I don't wanna be a bother or nothing-"

"Hey, hey, no. You're fine." Johnny waved his hand to gesture me inside the room. My heart pounded with excitement. "Come on in."

I walked in the room, the smell of beer, sweat and drugs filling the air. It wasn't the ideal scent of the room I was looking for, but I shouldn't have expected anything less from a punk band. I think the drugs were coming from Dee Dee, who was chugging a beer on a couch and staring at the ceiling. Joey was talking to one of the managers or whatever they were. Marky walked over to Dee Dee and sat next to him.

"Who's that, John?"

Johnny turned around when Dee Dee called him. "A fan of ours," he said and chuckled. I turned my attention to the couch. "Hi Dee Dee."

"Hello," Dee Dee said cutely. I always found him really adorable out of the whole group. "How are ya sweetie?"

"I'm good. You look tired." I laughed.

"Well, when you're performing, it makes ya real tired. It's crazy, we've...we've been on this tour, and we've gotta get somewhere else soon, it's...god, its crazy." He shook his head.

"Yeah, I can imagine."

Joey walked over to me after talking with the other guy. "Well hello there."

"Hey, Joey. You guys were amazing out there! I was in the front row."

"Yep, I saw ya. Nice of you to support us."

I blushed at his words. I always liked Johnny the most, but I had kind of a small crush on Joey too. "It's nothing, really."

I turned around and noticed Johnny wasn't there. "Where's Johnny?"

"Oh, he probably went to get everything ready for the tour van." I noticed his attitude changed when I mentioned Johnny. I already knew that there was some kind of tension between those two, but I didn't know why. Maybe I didn't want to...nah, I was curious. I did want to know. But there was no way I'd ask Joey Ramone that question. "You guys are leaving already?"

"Yeah, we're going to a motel in about ten minutes, so we're packing to leave."

"Oh, right right. Marky told me earlier." If there was some way I could go with them, god knew I would...I saw Johnny walk back into the room, flexing his skinny arms.

"Alright, that's everything," he said and sat on the couch across from Dee Dee. "Everything's ready. We'll be outta here in ten minutes."

My heart nearly came out of my chest. "Hi, Johnny."

"Hey, come over here."

I turned back around to Joey. "Well, I guess I'll talk to you later."

"Alright, later darlin'."

I went and sat next to Johnny. He smelled like sweat and beer, just like the rest of them. I didn't mind it too much, though.

"Hey Mark, hand me a beer," he said then coughed. Marky walked over to him with a cold beer bottle. "Thanks. So, what's your name, sweetie?"

I blushed. "Angela," I said shyly.

"Cool." He took a couple of gulps from his beer. "Nice name."

I laughed. "Thanks."

"So, I...uh, couldn't help but notice that you got on the stage."

Oh no, he still remembered that? "Well, actually, I was trying to get away from that crowd. They were getting kinda-"

"Yeah, I saw. Rough fans," he said and chuckled. "But 'ey, that's why ya guys are the best, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I seriously thought I was gonna die though if I stayed in that spot in the front row. People push too damn much. I was suffocating!"

"I was surprised ya didn't, actually. And how the fuck did security not see you? That's fuckin'...that's bizarre."

"Yeah, I was thinking the same. It's weird."

"Well, anyways, it doesn't matter. how old are ya?"

"Nineteen."

Johnny choked on his beer. "Fuck, you're young." He laughed. "Damn."

"How old are you?"

Johnny shrugged. "Not tellin' ya."

"Aw, come on, no fair! I told you my age." I smiled.

"I'm turning 33 tomorrow."

"Oh, so your birthdays tomorrow. Cool." I still felt like I was dreaming here. Was I going to wake up soon? If this was a dream, I hoped I stayed sleeping. Johnny Ramone, one of the most awesome guitarists ever, and my celebrity crush, sat before me drinking and talking with me calm as a night sky.

"So, you from around here?" he asked.

"Yeah. I live about fifteen minutes from this arena."

"Ah."

"Let's go, guys." It was Marky's voice. "Time to go."

I was sad. Such a short visit. I wanted more... "Well, it was nice meeting you-"

"Now wait a second." Johnny interrupted me. "Who said you can't come with us?"

I looked at him, and my face lit up. Maybe a little too much. "Really? You mean that?"

"Sure, come on with us. You can sit next to me if you want." He winked at me.

Okay, yes I was dreaming. This couldn't have been happening. All of this was just a figment of my imagination. We walked outside, Johnny's arm over my shoulder. When I got in the van, I discovered a couple of girls in there. I guessed they were lucky too, just like me.

The ride to the motel didn't take too long, but the entire time, Joey was French kissing one of the girls, Dee Dee was sniffing crack, and Johnny had his hands on my legs. His huge, rough hands...

We got to the motel, and came pouring out the van, excited to get upstairs and party. I was never this happy before in my life. My parents pretty much kept me away from society when I was younger, so I took every chance i got to be wild. Be myself. I took one night just to be free from the grip of my mom and dad, and look what good things were coming out of that. I could be bored and alone in my room, but instead, it was midnight, and Johnny Ramone had his dirty little hands all over me. Guess I wasn't as innocent as I thought...

We all took the elevator to the top floor, which was pretty high up. I felt like Nancy Spungen. I was this dirty whore who was all over Johnny, and I didn't care. I loved the attention. Maybe if I was really lucky, Johnny would hammer me...no, what was I, stupid? He wouldn't do that...would he?

Dee Dee burst the door open, and we ran in and started jumping on the beds. Never rent a motel room to a bunch of punks like us. We'd only fuck it up.

The clock read 1:30 after a while, and everyone was nowhere near tired. In fact, Joey and whoever his girl was gave everyone a live sex show. It was a bit unethical, but eh, who cared, really?

I sat on a couch with Johnny drinking a vodka straight from the bottle. I thought I'd get sick to my stomach by now, but I seemed perfectly fine, and so was he.

"You're very pretty," he suddenly said. He reached his hands over to touch my hair. I tensed. "What, you don't like affection?"

I laughed. "I love it, just wasn't expecting it from you."

"Why not?"

I smiled. "Just stop talking and put your fucking hands on me, John."

He laughed, wrapped his fingers in mine, then started kissing my neck.