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Story inspiration the song 'Shooting Star' by Bad Company and the movie 'Almost Famous.' Setting of this story is the early 1980s.
Song for this chapter – Kickstart My Heart by Motley Crue and Flirting with Disaster by Molly Hatchet. I have the link to my blog associated with the story, almostashootingstarcarolinacullen dot blogspot dot com
Warning: This story will have drug use, alcohol abuse, and graphic situations. It will also delve into underage sex, Bella will be seventeen and Edward is twenty-four. Remember this story is about becoming famous, and the people that follow them around while on tour. Please be advised if this is not something you wish to read please back out now.
Edward officially meets Izzy Swain for the first time and we find out what he is thinks about her. There is a little drama with Garrett because the record label is determined to make Edward the front man of the group. After a big confrontation with Garrett ... Edward goes on a rampage through the Riot House. What do you think he will do?
Thanks for dannibags for suggesting this story, for correcting my errors, and for being awesome. Piesmom for making sure that everything is good before its début.
Flirting with Disaster
EPOV
Jasper asked me to get the boxes of T-shirts Ronny was holding at the bar. I rushed to get them because I was hoping to see that pretty little brunette when I went out there, but all I saw was the usual crowd of women. When they saw me, it was all I could do to finally break away from them. No one minded that I was married or that I wasn't interested. They all still tried never the less. The funniest thing happened to me while getting the shirts, a mother daughter team tried to persuade me back to their room at the Riot House, but I wasn't interested. That seemed a little to odd to me.
I gathered the boxes and quickly headed backstage. Once I was passed Felix, I was free of being bothered. No one could get passed him that shouldn't be and that was the way I liked it. I often loved the idea of privacy because the more we recorded songs and popular we became, it seemed that our privacy was slowing flying out the window before our eyes. When you can't take a piss without someone taking pictures or asking if you want to fuck them, the little bit of privacy you can get is a privilege.
I rounded the corner when I noticed Jasper talking to the pretty little brunette, and quickly detoured to where he was. I was supposed to take the boxes back to the dressing rooms, but he had something I was interested in his presence.
"See I told you to follow me and maybe I could find you something," she said looking at the boy behind her.
"Do you have a name?" Jasper asked looking at the boy.
"Jacob Black, but everyone calls me Jake," he said reaching out his hand for Jasper to shake. No one even noticed me approaching their little conversation until I cleared my throat getting everyone's attention.
"Who do you have here, Jasper?" I asked smiling at the little brown-haired girl.
"This is Izzy Swain and the fellow behind her is Jake. He will be helping us out during the tour," Jasper said.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," I said.
No sooner than our hands touched, I received an electric shock. Izzy must have felt it too because she gasped as soon as our hands connected. I was so lost in her deep chocolate pools that I tuned everyone out around me except her.
"Well, while you two get acquainted, I am going to take Jake here for a tour," Jasper muttered.
I couldn't let go of her and I couldn't look away. There was something in those eyes, which keep me glued to her face.
I stood there for what seemed like forever lost in her gaze. It wasn't until I noticed irritating bouncing black hair that I saw the little woman beside us. I watched her out of the corner of my eyes still unable to fully pull away from the trance I was under.
"I can't wait to go on tour with them," the little dark haired girl said.
My eyes shifted in her direction. I wished for a brief moment that I had something to nail her in place with. All her dancing around was starting to get on my nerves, not to mention the fact I had yet to say anything to Izzy about us hanging out.
"Oops," she giggled.
"Edward, this is Tinker Bell. One of the 'Love Bands'," Izzy said motioning toward the woman beside us, who was still twirling around.
"Nice to meet you," I said still not letting go of Izzy's hand.
"What's Love Bands?" I asked looking back to Izzy. I was hoping she would have answered, but it seemed that Tinker Bell was the first to jump in with answers. I tuned her out and focused on the lovely beauty in front of me.
Tinker Bell pulled on Izzy's hand until we finally broke apart. I watched in awe as the two women walked away from me toward the front of the bar.
I stood still in my spot until the girls has disappeared through the doors. I could still feel the tingling in my fingers from our touch. I had never experienced something like that before in my life. I gradually gave up hope she was coming back and headed toward the dressing rooms to the others.
Jasper had collected the boxes as he walked off and as I entered the room, I heard Garrett ranting about the shirts. I stood still listening as he talked. I never wanted the record label to place me as the front man in any of the things they shipped to us to market. I never wanted to be the face of the band, but somewhere along the way, the record label decided that was what was best. I had never seen where the lead guitarist was the front man. Nine out of ten times, it was the lead singer. Even if he or she didn't contribute in the writing of the all the songs, they were always the face of the band. That's the way I wanted things. When we went to photo shoots however, they would always put me in front. Garrett would bitch with the photographer and several others shots would be done. But, when the shirts or posters came out, it was always me.
I took a deep breath and opened the door to welcome the shit storm I was walking into.
"You," Garrett yelled.
"Why do they continue to put you as the front man of this band? You contribute when the mood takes you ..." he raised his hands to make quotation marks "... you're the moodiest person I have every meet when it comes to dealing with people," he said.
"Here we go," I said getting frustrated already, and I had just barely made it through the door.
"You don't like dealing with the public, but yet they continue to make you the face of it."
"I don't want this, Garrett. You know this. I have begged the photographers and the record label to stop, but they won't," I wailed.
"We started this together," he exclaimed.
"We should all be equals in this band, but no. The record label continues to make you the lead."
"I can make an audience crumble at my knees with one fucking word. Emmett can drive the beat right through women causing their hips to sway in ways that should be illegal. Mike can point his bass at them and have them cuming in their panties by holding a note a little longer. We all contribute to this band and should all be recognized by the label."
"Fuck you, Garrett. You're pissed at me and it's not my fault," I screamed.
"Yes, we all know you never asked for the record company to make you the poster boy for this group," Garrett patronized.
"You know what?" I asked.
"What you're going to quit again?" Garrett asked.
"You have quit so many times, it isn't funny," he sneered.
"Yeah, well good luck on the tour without me. Let's see who they pick this time," I said flipping him the bird and walked out the door. I wasn't going to stand around and listen to him whine about the shirts.
None of us could help the fact the record label kept doing it. Hell, they always put us in a line. I never asked to be the front man. I started the band, but I didn't for one minute think I deserved all the credit. Garrett, Mike, and Emmett should have received as much praise as me. Hell, I figured they would go with Garrett anyway because he was the lead singer.
I was tired of the drama and the arguments with Garrett and the record label. It wasn't getting us anywhere. Why couldn't we ride this thing out? We still weren't big time after two records. We weren't guaranteed anything. We were an opening act for fucks sake, not the main attraction.
I made my way out of the Whiskey and up the street.
"Edward!"
I turned around to see the kid that was with Izzy earlier.
"Hey wait up," he called.
I stopped, but didn't want to. I knew that one of the guys probably sent him to babysit me. I didn't want to be babysat. I was twenty four and able to be out on my own.
"What do you want?" I asked already knowing the answer. I already didn't like this kid.
"Look, Jasper sent me to keep up with you tonight. I need the money he offered me; just let me tag along," he said.
I didn't know what the kid's deal was or why he wanted to be a part of the group per se, but I didn't want to be mean to him. He wasn't the reason Garrett and I had a fight.
"Fine, but don't tell me what to do," I stated.
I made it to the Riot House, and instead of heading to my room.I went all the way to the top. The top floor always housed the bigger rockers around the Hyatt. They partied harder, did harder drugs, and rocked harder than any of us on the lower floors. The whole building was practically full of artists. The signed musicians housed the tops floors, actors and actress in the middle, and us beginners on the bottom. Everyone gathered at the Riot house to promote our craft, no matter what it was.
Someone walked by, and I quickly followed them down the hall. It wasn't like it was closed off or anything. Hell, they partied in rooms, halls, and out on the terrace; pretty much any area was free game.
"Edward Cullen," Vince yelled from the room I walked by. I backed up and walked into the room.
"What's up man?" I asked. We embraced, barely, in one of those guy hugs where it's one half of your body and it's almost like you are arm wrestling at first.
"Not much. How are things down at the 'Whiskey'?" he asked.
"Good ... great actually. We are going on tour tomorrow. Opening for fucking AC/DC man," I blustered.
"Man, that's fucking awesome. We're in town for a couple of days. Figured we would hang out here for a little while. Nikki's down in room eleven o five with some heroin, if you're interested. Tommy has a couple of groupies in the back, but we wouldn't mind sharing with you guys," he said laughing.
"I might find Nikki after a while, but I doubt the girls will pull away from Tommy," I snickered. All the boys in his band were the major partiers and the life of the party. Nikki always had the best hook-up on the drugs, Vince had the women and the booze, Tommy was a little of everything and women was his main ingredient, and Mick ... he was a quiet one. I had heard rumors that he was a very different person outside the music world, but everytime I saw him, he was watching everything go on around him.
Vince offered me something to drink, and it wasn't long before the party was in full swing. I saw Nikki and he gave me a couple of lines of coke to get my system going. Hell, I got to thinking about the damn fight with Garrett and the band again and with the coke in my system, I started really trashing the place. Of course, no one really cared, and when I threw the TV out of the window of the Riot house, the whole damn room roared in applause.
"Edward," Jake shouted.
"What?" I turned around to look at him.
"Man, you threw a TV off the balcony; they're going to kick you out of here."
"Vince," I yelled.
"Yeah," he yelled.
"Do you give a fuck that I threw the TV out the window?" I asked pointing behind me at the balcony where I had pitched the TV out moments ago.
"Hell, no! They expect us to do something crazy. Live it up man," he said shooting me the universal rock and roll sign. The thumb slightly bent in index finger and the pinkie standing straight out with the other fingers bent, devil horns.
"See no one cares," I said looking over at Jake.
I headed out of the room, looking to find Nikki for another bump. Once I had successfully gained another level of highness,I stumbled from room to room. One room had two girls fucking each other. I stood there for a long time with my dick as hard as steel watching them finger one another. I reached down grazing across my crotch. God, how I wanted to get laid? Kate had been gone for months, and I wouldn't touch the groupies running around the Riot house. Hell, they slept with the whole top floor and then some. I wasn't about to stick my dick into someone else's waste pool.
"Edward, we need to go," Jake said pulling on my arm.
"Yeah, but God look at them go," I said motioning to the girls in front of me.
At this point, it was getting wilder in that room and both girls were now eating one another. Holy shit! I couldn't stop looking.
"As much as I love this scene in front of me, you have a tour that starts tomorrow, and it is my job to make sure you are on the tour bus," he said. Fucking buzz kill. I walked down to the elevator with my chaperone in tow, and pushed the down button. He thought I was going to go willingly, but what he didn't know was I had plans. I was amped up and ready to fucking party.
I hit every button on the damn elevator allowing it to stop at every floor, and when we arrived at the first level, I hit all the buttons and hopped off the damn thing waving as the door shut on Jake. It would take him another thirty minutes to find me, and that would be enough time to hit the bump of coke Nikki gave me for the road.
After taking the hit, I walked out onto the sidewalk seeing Tommy with his Harley sitting right at the doors.
"That thing is fucking sweet," I said looking over the Limited Confederated Edition Sportster in front of me. I had always wanted a motorcycle.
"She's a fucking beaut ... you wanna ride her?" Tommy asked dangling the keys.
"Hell yeah," I said straddling the massive machine.
"You do know how to ride a motorcycle?" he asked raising his eyebrow at me.
"Of fucking course," I said.
I had ridden many dirt bikes when I was a kid, and tearing through the trails of Washington was often fun, as long as you didn't run into trees.
He handed me the key. I started the beast up and listened to her roar to life. The vibration through the bike was fucking awesome, and I had heard that women could get off just by riding a Harley. I someday wanted to test that theory. I knew it wouldn't be with someone like Kate though. She wouldn't dare park her sweet ass on this thing, but maybe someone like Izzy would. I would have to think about getting one, and then getting her on it just to see if it would make her kitten purr. Hum, I thought of her wet pussy straddling my back and my bike vibrating between her legs, getting her all hot and bothered, before I pulled over to fuck her bent over the side. Now, that was a visual I hoped to actually see one dayand hopefully soon.
I kicked the gearshift and held the powerful bike between my legs. I used my right hand to control the throttle and revved the engine up just a little. I pulled out and things were going great as I rode down the strip a piece and came back to the Hyatt. Only problem was I wasn't done riding yet. I drove through the doors of the Riot House as Jake stood to the side to allow me access. It was a good thing he did too otherwise,I might have run over him and a couple other guests. I weaved in and out of the halls of the Hyatt. I finally returned to Tommy and his women in front of the Hyatt and let him know how much of a sweet ride she was. He chuckled and told me when I got my own to come out and ride with the crew sometime. I promised he would be the first one I called.
They all left, and I was alone in front of the hotel. When a bunch of boys walked by talking about a party out in the Beverly Hills, it was at that moment that I wanted a change of scenery. I hollered at the boys and asked if I could come along as Jake walked out of the hotel again looking like he was out of breath. I wondered if he had been trying to chase me around the entire hotel.
"Where the fuck are you going now?" Jake yelled trying to catch up to me and the boys.
"Beverly Hills," I replied a little too cocky. I climbed into the back of the van with the boys, and Jake quickly boarded too.
Within minutes, we were sitting in front of this huge house, and the party apparently was in full swing from the looks of things. It didn't take me long to climb out of the van and head straight in.
"That's Edward Cullen," I overheard a couple of girls whispering as I walked in.
"Holy Fuck, you're Edward Cullen from The Midnight Rider's" said a boy holding a red solo cup.
"Yep,"I replied.
"Dude, do you want a drink? A toke off a blunt? Anything you want, you got it. You're like my fucking idol."
I took him up on everything he was offering. I drank a good bit of beer, downed a half a bottle of Jack, and snorted a couple of pills. I was fucking flying high. Everyone there loved me as a rock star, and over half of the group thought I was they're idol.
When I saw the swimming pool out back, I knew I had to take a swim, but first I needed to do something. I wanted to let them know that I appreciated their praisesand loved the damn attention. I climbed onto of roof of the porch that overlooked the pool area. I stripped off my clothes, throwing them down on the ground.
"Everyone," I yelled.
"You people are fucking awesome, and you make me feel like a fucking Golden God with your praises," I said. The crowd below roared with hollers and screams of affection. I jumped from the roof, landing in the pool below. I swam to the edge and barely climbed out as everyone started to jump in onto of me. A couple of people clapped me on the shoulder as I walked to the front of the house. I tripped over something in the yard and couldn't get up.
~AASS~
I felt like I was burning up inside and out, and couldn't seem to get myself awake from the dreams I was having. I vaguely heard Garrett's voice and for a brief moment, the burning on my back stopped. I felt someone's boot in the middle of my back.
"What?" I yelled.
"Get the fuck up man," Garrett said.
"Fuck you, Garrett," I said.
"Man, you're passed out on someone's lawn. I'm quite shocked the neighbors haven't called the law yet."
I lifted my head up and looked around.
"Shit!" I said moving to sit up.
"I'd stop if I was you man," Emmett said putting his foot on me holding me down.
"Get the fuck off of me man," I yelled.
"Get up if you want, but you're going to show Izzy the goods man," Emmett said snickering.
"I don't give a fuck what she sees. She shouldn't be hanging out with rock stars if she doesn't want to see dick swinging in the air," I said smiling into the grass. I wanted to show her what I was packing. Usually when girls saw the snake I walked around with, they were begging for me to help them out. And, right now would be a good time. He was standing at full attention, being that I had to piss like a Russian race horse.
"All right man," Emmett said pulling his foot off my back. I pulled myself up and stood, tall and erect.
I looked over at Izzy, and she gasped throwing her hand over her mouth.
"She's speechless man," Emmett said laughing.
"It has a tendency to render all women speechless, Emmett," I said winking at Izzy. Jake came out of the house carrying a sheet and wrapped it around my shoulders. I walked toward the van and turned around to see that Izzy hadn't moved a muscle.
"Apparently, she's motionless too," Emmett laughed.
I shrugged and watched as Izzy finally broke from the spell my magic dick had placed on her. I hadn't even touched her with it, and she was already acting like I had rocked her fucking world and she was stunned.
We all loaded up in the van and headed toward the Riot House. I sat in the front seat and didn't say a word the entire way. I went to my room to shower and get my things together to leave. It wouldn't be long before the tour bus was here to pick everyone up.
A couple of hours past and everyone loaded on the bus. I didn't want to sit with the others. I was still pissed at Garrettand decided to sit in the front of the bus. When I boarded, I noticed Izzy sitting in the back with Jake. I didn't like it at all. She would have been the one I would have loved to sit with during this ride, but apparently I wasn't early enough to get the spot beside her.
I pulled the pill bottle out of my pocket and popped a couple of pills to take the edge off riding. Our first stop was Seattle, Washington. I planned on meeting up with my parents and had already talked to Jasper about getting them tickets toat least see the boys and me play. I didn't know if they would stay to see the main act, but it didn't matter. After the show, I was going to go out to dinner with them. I called Kate before I left, letting her know I was going to be in town, but shecouldn't break from studying to come and see me.
I didn't really give a shit that she couldn't come. Hell, I was shocked she was actually home when I called. She had been so busy in the last couple of years that I did good to talk to her at all. Half the time I didn't even realize that we were still married. I wondered if she even rememberedbecause things sure didn't seem that way.
I slept the entire way to Seattle. We pulled up to the hotel and Jasper rented the girls a separate room, and I was forced to share a room with Garrett for this stay. I knew Jasper did it on purpose to get us to talk, but there wasn't anything to talk about. It wasn't my fault the record label continued to place me as the front man.
A/N: All right another instalment to my Rockward. So, Edward is like John Bonham, Nikki Sticks, Keith Moon, and the Terror Twins (Phil Collin and Steve Clark) all rolled into one. Edward and Izzy will have another moment soon, and remember she is younger so if you need to back out ... now would be the time. As always be kind and review.