"You know Willy? You're a good kid, that's why you always gotta make sure you get everything off the floor, that's your job…now we have tons of people in the stadium, so we outta clean everything!"
Willy rolled the cuffs of his dark greenish jumpsuit to his biceps as he buttoned them in place, realizing what his boss had just said. He registered that he begins by clasping his hands behind his back before inhaling, then stretching his arms backward so that his shoulder blades touch, he holds that pose for a moment until exhaling his breath and releasing tension in his muscles.
"Bucket, you think I'd get an autograph?" Willy spurred out to his Boss. Bucket, a young man like Willy, scratched the back of his head in thought, "Unless a sudden guilt trips you and you just leave backstage, maybe you can sneak an autograph…question being who's your pick?"
"My Pick?"
"Yeah, there's like 5 artists taking turns, between you and me Willy, we'd be lucky to get a single one since we gotta clean between breaks and during shows,"
"There's Mcfly, KISSr, Wolfram, Atlas Calloway OR…Aveline Karmine"
"Ooooo, I didn't know who'd be here on the surprise tour, so many good choices…"
"I don't know maybe I'll try my luck to get all 5 to sign my Sketchbook-"
"ALL 5!? Kid, you're crazy, those fucks upstairs hate you for just wandering around even if you're job is done…"
"That's unless they know it's me…Bucket can you do me a favor?"
"If it's to cover for you, then sure, you did fix my toilet, help me renovate, and babysit lil' Fish Bucket…I'll buy you…a minute?"
"A minute? First time sneaking in gotta hype myself up. Plus it's dark. I mean, even if I tried climbing on stage, it's like two people tall! What am I gonna do, use a grappling gun?"
"Then let's make it 30 minutes,"
"How?"
"Here those guys are too hard-focused on problems, so I'll have the boys at electrical try to blackout the concert, that's your move to book it backstage, capeesh?"
The crowd is cheering, quite loud, as Willy plugged his ears from the screeching screams of girls fawning over Mcfly, safe to say, that their screaming lowered into cheers, as he cleaned around the stadium, cans, spilled beer, the rare vomit here and there, as he tries to maneuver past the crushing wave of fans cheering.
When he got to the front barricades holding the roaring fans he simply climbed over it with a bucket of wet towels soaked in every kind of fluid, trashbags, in one hand while a mop and broom in the other. Yet 2 security guards tried to stop him by trying to yell at him over the crowd but the conflict ended when an older guard stopped the 2, Willy passed by the 3 men, managing to hear "Janitor" before the crowd roared again-
Then sudden Blackness and lack of music silenced them, giving Willy the diversion to drop all his stuff in the dark before blindly running to the backstage steps that he remembered a couple of times he wandered around the stadium ever since his team got hired for extra help a week ago.
Flashlights from security then manage to brighten up some areas of the stadium but overall is dark for most, this small light helped Willy to navigate backstage passing and accidentally hitting passersby.
"Oomph, Sorry! Sorry! Engineer coming through!" Willy blurts out in a weird foreign voice trying to blend in and not be recognized by anyone and fit into the crowd.
As he is back in the darkness and blindly raises his hands to navigate the abyss, hearing the confused voices of both crowd and staff he manages to find a corner to hide in taking a look at his digital watch the timer hits the 10-second mark, Willy preemptively shuts his eyes closed before the lights turned on blinding almost everyone except Willy.
"1…2" Willy opened his eyes for it to transition well to the blinding lights, he then got into acting like he belonged by walking like he wasn't in a rush, grabbing a broom on his way to also grab a baseball cap from the hat stand near him then acted like he was dazed by the lights, acting confused for a moment before continuing sweeping the floor.
'Holy shit, that worked, I'm backstage, so this is what it feels like trespassing a place, God I feel so guilty…Bucket was right-' His thought was shut down when a sudden guitar solo sprang from on stage as Mcfly continued his part of the concert. Surprising Willy, he tries to act like a staff member who gets a tad curious as he looks out from backstage to see McFly.
Earrings, disheveled hair, a selected few strands of hair being bright orange just like his puffer vest, and denim ripped blue jeans baggy for his legs to do footwork he's doing right now, as he starts doing the charleston while ripping a fingerstyle flair that the crowd made an uproar as it slowly builds before striking a single powerful chord that held on, the guitar singing like an opera as it screams to silence the crowd to show it's…pain…till finally it-
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"WOOOOOOO!" "HOLY HELL!" 'WHISTLE' "That rocks! BABY!" "I LOVE YOU MCFLY!" "GAWD DAMN HE CAN MAKE A GUITAR SCREAM!" "YEAH~~~~H!" "SHOCK AND AWE!" "LETS GO MCFLY" "ROCK ON!" "AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" "SCREAM~~~~~~MMMM" "MCFLY! MCFLY! MCFLY! MCFLY!" "MCFLY!" "MCFLY!" "MCFLY!" "MCFLY!" "MCFLY!" "MCFLY!" "MCFLY!" "MCFLY!" "MCFLY!" "MCFLY!" "MCFLY!" "MCFLY!" "MCFLY!" "MCFLY!" "MCFLY!" "MCFLY!" "MCFLY!" "MCFLY!"
"THANK YOU EVERYBODY! BUT I GOTTA GO! OUGHTA LET MY FELLOW GUITARIST TAKE CENTER STAGE! Farewell Oaks, Fly Well Folks!" Mcfly strummed his Gibson Guitar hard which transitioned into a slack bow to his audience.
As Mcfly was walking backstage, Willy hyped himself to ask for Mcfly's autograph, but he couldn't figure out what words he would say…no…just speak now. "That was the most hyped solo I ever heard!" Willy stood in front of Mcfly surprising the young guitarist.
"Thanks, dude! Been training that fingerstyle for a month now! You want an autograph, by the way?"
"Oh I didn't mean to bother you by asking, but I do want one!" Willy grabbed a sketchbook tucked under his jumpsuit and flipped a page to a drawing of McFly himself.
"Oh, don't ya worry, now," Mcfly noticed the drawing of him looking all stylized and colorful as he grabbed a wooden marker from his vest, "Okay now, this drawing is sick, can I picture this?"
"S-sure you can!"
"Can I-uh…can you hold my marker, please?"
"No problem…", Willy took the Mcfly's pen out of his hands, feeling the smooth carved wood in his fingers, Willy watched Mcfly all giddy take a picture of the drawing with his phone, at first with the flash on, but decided not to cause the pen outlines to glare, now he just brighten the image before taking the picture without the flash on.
"Sweet man! Now who am I writing this to?" Mcfly took a look at the picture before nodding to himself sliding the phone in his pocket. This prompted Willy to hand the marker back to its owner before saying, "Willy," which made Mcfly chuckle before continuing to write his autograph on the book, "Well this is the first time I meet a person named Willy face to face, nice to meet ya Willy,"
"Nice to meet you too, Mcfly…can I ask one question though, you are a guy right?"
"Pft-hahahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEHE! WOOOOO!" That question made Mcfly bawl out laughing, cackling, and wheezing which was noticed by the other guitarist, "YEAH I AM! Sorrysorrysorry, HA! Yeah, I'm a dude, I'm just that flamboyant even some gals who wanted to date other gals thought I was a girl from my looks."
"Mr. Mcfly! You can talk to the fans later, right now can I talk to you?" A man called from behind Willy, his smile was rehearsed from what Willy could gather, Mcfly's energy went subtly low, as he slowly walked to his manager, "Sorry, Willy I gotta go, nice knowing you,"
When Mcfly awkwardly scratched the back of his head with his left hand as he took one last look at Willy, his sleeve fell down slash marks on his wrist were, in an instant, Willy rushed to hug Mcfly which surprised the guitarist.
"Just so you know, if something worries you talk to me…I'll be there to listen," Willy whispered to Mcfly's ear before letting go of the hug, confused Mcfly tried to say or ask something to Willy as he walked away from the guitarist, but was interrupted by KISSr.
"Hey baby, are you doing well? Or are you high again?" KISSr being the contrasting figure he has with his heavy metal attire, "Not high, just grateful to a stranger for caring about me, plus get on stage it's your turn"
"Alright baby, whatever you say, time for this bad boy to get his show on…also Mcfly…don't be bothered by him," KISSr said as he left the stage while the young guitarist entered the room his boss was in.
"Social engineering, is a way for people to give information or do an action for illegitimate reasons, I guess that's why I feel like a guilty conscience when sneaking into a place you aren't supposed to be, but I guess acting like I belong backstage made me more comfortable," Willy talking to himself as act like he's carrying coolers to certain places, where exactly?
To KISSr specifically as he was gasping for air after screaming like a metalhead and shredding his guitar like a DragonForce solo, "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDD NIGHT TO ALL!" He howls his closing speech, before walking backstage, Willy being the first to greet him with a water bottle handed to the Metal Artist.
"Oh….hah….thanks baby," He buckled to his knees as he twisted the cap and gulped down the bottled water, "You're a lifesaver, got any soda?" Willy pops the cooler open and hands him an orange soda, which he pops open with satisfaction as he watches the orange fizz wet his fingers, before taking a light sip of the orange-flavored soda.
"Can I get an autograph for that?" Willy kneeled and showed a page of another drawing in his book, which caught the Metal Rocker's eye as he then looked up to finish his drink before tossing it to a bin nearby and standing up in front of Willy.
Urging Willy off his kneel the man gently grabbed the sketch, grabbing a pen out of his pocket before signing his name under the drawing, "This is for helping me, and here's a tip for your hard work on this cute drawing of yours!" KISSr pulled out lipstick then wrote on it 'Mwah~xoxo', before handing it back to Willy while giving him a wink right back, "Hope I can chat some more but we gotta do our jobs right?" The metal guitarist sends a flying kiss before stumbling to his room.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE TO WOLFRAM!" Willy looks up at the hanging speakers of the stage, peeking from behind a curtain. Yet rushing footsteps from behind forced him to get out of the way, "Move it kid, time to get the show on the road!" Blue Triangle Mohawk, Neon Blue and Pink attire, triangular guitar, and face paint of random colored shapes made him look like a 90s aesthetic. "WOLFRAM!" the crowd screams his name.
"But people in the audience don't think this will be the same old show, cause today is gonna be a Guitar Duel between two Bass slapping legends! I give the stage to magnificent cosmopolitan beauty from Japan! Atlas CALLOWAY,"
"Excuse me, Kürbiskuchen, I must head on stage, Arigato Senior," A man of similar height to Willy walked past him, his hair clean in the front, disheveled from behind, a simple black jacket and pants he would have worn, but his suit came with gold leaf decals that shine to make his suit look like an art deco building, as he took center stage right.
"Well, let's give it our all, everyone! The Neon Rebel vs The Gentle Cosmopolitan! BEGIN!" The announcer yells to hype everyone up, as Wolfram begins to jam on his bass, starting with a good guitar lick as it gives everyone that stank face, next second it makes everyone clap together as the solo slowly ramps up and the spotlight shines on Calloway.
"AVELINE!" A shout from the same boss that called Mcfly from before, came from behind Willy, urging him to turn his back at the insane duel going on outside, not sure where it came from, but could get an idea of where with the number of people looking at Aveline's dressing room door but chose to move along.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, of staying to see the guitar duel and checking on the commotion, he picked a mop and made sure to act like staff walking past and he opened to take a peek to see, the last voice on earth, Aveline Karmine kneeling on the floor, hand covering her mouth as some opaque yellowish green fluid seeps in between her fingers.
Vomit was spilled across the floor from where she was groveling on her knees as she tried to use her free hand to hold herself up, coughing and gasping, that's when her boss spoke up, "Well, that's just great…I gotta have someone clean this mess, you got a deadline to catch up until recording, you got 3 days!" The boss said and sighed, "What the hell I'm going to do with you kids," before opening the door to see the janitor surprised standing there with a mop in hand, bucket in hand, and all the detergent he needed.
"Well, that solves that, here kid, be quiet and don't let anyone know what happened here, don't wanna worry the fans," The Boss opened his wallet and gave 500 Dollars Australian by stuffing it into Willy's breast pocket of his jumpsuit, then taking his leave.
'What did I get myself into- wait I shouldn't let anyone see this,' Willy got into the room before shutting it close, and walked over to the rockstar, grabbing a towel, and wiping all that bile off her face and hands, "You good, Ms. Karmine?" Willy could not help but ask yet when she made a droopy face and when looking into her eyes, he could tell she was off her rockers.
"Oh, Art, hahahahah~ is that you~? OH Mishta Janiitur~~~ Hello~~~, Where's Mishter Bell~~" Aveline slurred her own words, "Well, let's get you cleaned and maybe if you're feeling swell, you could give me an autograph?" Willy slings Aveline's arm over his shoulder "Yesh shur~~~~r", giving the janitor a childish salute and flicks the bill of WIlly's cap, making it fall on the floor.
"Sowwy~~~hehehe~~", Aveline having a mischievous grin as Willy laid her down on a couch and she rolled around in it like a child. "Puffy, muffy, puffy, muffy~~~y" Aveline starts to talk like a child as she plops her face on the cushion and makes random noises.
"Well, this is a strange way to meet your heroes, well I oughta clean your mess then," Willy unscrewed the spray bottle of cleaning fluid and just simply poured 1/4 of it out of the bottle.
A knock on the door persisted as Atlas Calloway and Wolfram were finished and heard something happened to Aveline; they stood by the door with Aveline's name on its card holder, "Ma dame Aveline, Estás bien?" The Cosmopolitan knocked on the door.
"I think it's open Cal," The Blue-Haired Rockstar elbowed them lightly and they peeked to see Willy feeding her a spoon of hot soup, "Hey, aren't you that guy I said 'Move it'? Sorry by the way," Upon pointing it out Willy just smiled and waved it off as he fed Aveline a spoonful of soup, "Oh it's nothing! You were just in a hurry,"
"But still rude," Atlas upon saying this lightly elbowed Wolfram in the shoulder, "Ow, I'm still recovering from pulling a muscle at practice, dickwad," The Blue head rubbed his shoulder, as the 2 entered and Atlas closed the door behind them.
"So, I've heard the Fraulein had puked bile, fortunately, us being Maestros we have tired the crowd for the grand finale, an hour is bought for our Mała Dama to look her best, which you did under 20 minutes after we're done, added to the fact our performance took 10 minutes, that's around 30,"
"Hey, Wolfram, how about you sign my sketchbook to make amends?" Willy flipped a page of Wolfram holding the neck of his guitar like a sword, and using the guitar's body as a shield, "...The Wolf is sorry," Wolfram in regret signed the sketchbook and put a little doodle of a wolf in front of a retro sunrise, "I drew a wolf so I can crank up the price,"
"Een momentje, you're the Künstler, Mcfly was all giddy about," Atlas ever the wordsmith, pointed at the janitor, "I guess it's my turn to check thy piece, Nettoyeur de confiance?" Willy not getting what he said in the last part, probably something French, Willy flipped the pages backward passing by KISSr and Wolfram's drawings to show a drawing of Atlas sitting in a matte black room, gold paint acting as a light source from a lamp that made his art deco suit look ever more dazzling, with an art deco city skyline,
"Jesus wept, I've been visited by an Angel to see such a talent, I think you made a masterpiece and to fit that I'll use both my black and gold markers! Can you hand over your book? I need a minute," Atlas grabbed 2 markers from the inner breast pocket of his suit, he wrote his signature carefully so as to not ruin the artistic vision finishing.
"Voilà, c'est fini! I'd make a pretty good garzone, no?" Atlas smiled and felt proud at his work as he showed a new signature that wasn't the quick cursive every artist adopted but it was like a literal Art Deco Logo pristinely drawn. "Cal, ya didn't need to go so hard with the design!" Wolfram baffled at the design, "Gotta respect the artist," Atlas slipping his markers in his pockets.
"Waaaiiiiittt…Cal~~loway? Wolf? Is that you?" Aveline surprised Willy that she was slowly getting a grip from her trance, "Wait, who's this guy? Wait, you're the one who cleaned me up?" Aveline pointed at Willy, who nodded sheepishly. "He's your knight in shining armor, Fraulein," Wolfram added.
"Pretty much, and you did agree to sign an autograph once you're swell, after all, I did my due diligence" Willy placed the soup down and pulled a book from his jumpsuit to riffle through the pages and showing an art piece of Aveline herself.
"Oh, I vaguely remember that…but I guess it's a sign of thanks for taking care of me… let's see whatchu…I-" Aveline looks at a literal art piece that would even make Renaissance painters fail to describe…
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"...JC Christ," Aveline pointed out as she stuck her hand to her colleagues for only Wolfram handed her, his sharpie. Before cutely writing her signature at the bottom right corner of the art she continues to stare at the art. "Can I have a moment to just look at it?" Aveline asks Willy for him to hand her the sketchbook, and Aveline gets lost in the enormous amount of detail in the piece.
Then suddenly the door of the make-up room swung open, to reveal the rockstars' boss, the 3 boys looked at him, while Aveline still stared at the art book, "Aveline! You're done getting off your rockers!?"
The Boss walked up to the group, grabbing the book out of Aveline's hand, "What's this? Some stupid drawing? Of what, you? Whatever child gave that, HAS TO BE CHARGED FOR AN AUTOGRAPH!" The boss ripped the book in half in front of Willy still holding his cool except for the reactive standing up before the boss tossed the ripped book behind him for Atlas and Wolfram, to catch each half of the book, each drawing Willy made was split crudely down the middle. Both mouthing sorry to Willy, trembling.
"YA can't keep giving them freebies! Speaking of freebies, it was expensive to rent this stadium and the 4 of those lousy boys made enough to pay for the stadium and then some. I need you to get on stage, you're over 30 minutes late since call time, now go!" The Boss dragged Aveline outside before switching his tone to cheery, "C'mon Aveline, you got a show to catch!"
Atlas walked up to Willy handing him both halves of his book, "Ek is jammer, broer," Wolfram, patted Willy on the back, "Artistic Talent is truly priceless, no?" Willy grabbed both halves and slid them into his jumpsuit and walked outside, towards the boss looking at Aveline's performance on stage, Atlas and Wolfram got worried as Willy rolled his shoulder then raised a clasped fist.
The 2 rockstars and KISSr walked out of his dressing room, to see Willy looking like he was about to bust the Boss' head open. "DUDE-" Wolfram could only manage to get out before Atlas shuts him by covering his mouth to not alarm the staff, that's when Willy sighed then lightly laid his hand on the distracted boss, surprising him and turning to look at Willy.
"It seems to me that Aveline is a bit, oh, how would one say, off her rocker?" Willy sly questioned the man, "What are you getting at? I give her that stuff, when she's all mopey about that damn boy, distracting her from goals for stardom! Kids these days rather get distracted instead of making dough for their hobo ass,"
"That's why I'm asking to be a caretaker of sorts for Aveline! I got her going in, what, like half an hour? That's why I should keep her in check, and you know lessen your worries, let ya relax, whatcha say?" The Boss thought about it, "I need someone to keep her in line privately, plus it might be a PR disaster if she's been caught drugged out of her mind. Deal, kid!"
The Boss took the offer pretty much almost instantly to the offer of lessening the stress of taking care of a rockstar. "Oh, can you drive a car, my boy?" "I drive mail vans part-time," "Eh, good enough,"
The man pulled some cash from his wallet, and slammed the wad of cash onto Willy's chest making him cough a bit before laying his hands on the dough, "Here's some payment and a little incentive to not let anyone know of her situation, capeesh?" The boss tosses a car key for Willy to drop the cash he had in his hands only to miss it and let it fall to the floor where he picked the key up.
Willy looked at the boss with the most cheery and humble grin, "Capeesh." giving an okay hand sign as he tried to pick up the cash off the ground, then the boss pulled Willy close for him to continue now whispering, "Good, now, here's the schedule, after this show, she's gonna have to sign a couple of autographs, now do note, that she has to sign 10 autographs on photos of Aveline, I got from a hired photographer over there," The Boss pointed right at a girl wearing a flat cap, checking the polaroids in her hands while looking left to right worried.
"And I want you to make Aveline sign each one with her DETAILED, remember DETAILED Autograph, not the quickly rushed signatures, make sure each signature is different and let her put a doodle in there, finally found a use for such a waste of a skill," That last part made Willy squinted his eyes and stared right at The Boss' smug eating grin.
"Yes, a waste of a skill, can't say why young people old as me, waste their time doing such a thing, when they can't afford rent," Willy fed into this man's opinions, "Wait, why do you want Aveline to sign these polaroids?"
"To sell them to bidders? People are obsessed with these signed pictures, don't know why it seems stupid, but if they're willing to buy a signed photograph for thousands to tens of thousands! I won't miss the opportunity! Plus I can have a reason to buy them from bidders and mark up the price! Did I mention you get part of the pie?" Willy widens his eyes at the increased revenue he can get.
Seeing that the boss's grin widens, "Continuing, once your done signing those 10 pics, you gotta have Aveletine go with those boys," pointing at Atlas, Wolfram, KISSr, and Mcfly all of whom are drinking sodas, as they watch the two of them talk.
"And sign autographs with the fans, also remember 50 bucks a pop, alright? Then, you drive her back to her hotel suite, at Mossy Heights, the one 5 blocks down from the stadium, room 507, and hey, maybe if you want, you could, you know?"
"Play around with her, just slip her a bit of this into her drink," The Boss handed Willy some pills and Willy stood there staring at the pills, and slowly looked right back at the boss, then smirked.
"One of my fantasies is getting to hook up with Aveline but I guess this is a better alternative, just skip to the good part~," Willy smiled grimly, and the boss laughed heartily, "HA! Well, you do whatever you want with her in that state, just do everything else before THAT, here's the keycard for the room, and I'll call her room phone to alert ya, where she needs to go tomorrow," The boss slipped the keycard in Willy's breast pocket before leaving.
"Say, what's your name, by the way, boss?" The boss turned before giving a shit-eating grin, "Hobie Bell, but call me, Mr. Bell," He said, continuing to take his leave, Willy gave up his friendly demeanor and walked up to the 4 rockstars, before realizing he was still holding the pills before laying them in a small pile on the floor, then crushing them to powder and smearing them across the floor.
"This is fucked," Willy pissed at the boss, "I know right," Wolfram added before asking, "What's that stuff he gave you, that you stomped anyway?" Willy pacing back and forth answered directly, "Roofie," all 4 rock stars looked at each other before Mcfly was the one to ask, "For Aveline?"
"Yes, bastard suggested that if I want, I could play her around, sick fuck," Atlas gave a look of disgust as he looked at Mr. Bell leaving backstage, Wolfram took a swig of soda before tapping his foot rapidly in noticeable rage, Mcfly in worry as he fiddled his fingers, KISSr shook his head in disappointment, before raising his head.
"Wait, Willy I heard from Wolf and Atlas that Mr. Bell ripped your sketchbook, and you just got yourself hired almost instantly by the way, by Mr. Bell as Aveline's caretaker? Why are you working for the guy?" KISSr sincerely asked, questioning Willy's odd behavior.
"I love to spite people, by doing something so opposite that they get confused, or they don't think they're wrong, cause everyone usually suspects their right, plus I like being a yes-man if it helps get me paid," Willy shrugged as he gave the most honest answer as he counts his wad of cash, "Seven-thousand…I'm getting my money's worth,"
"Putik naman, this guy is the most unique man I ever knew," Atlas baffled by the man's paradox, "Would it help that I'm not part of the backstage staff and is just a janitor who got hired a week ago, that managed to snuck in?"
"Sranje, Bu orospu çocuğu!" Atlas laughed his ass off, Wolf kept looking at Atlas then back at Willy, Wolfram worried, "Christ man, take some oxygen!" KISSr chuckles and claps his hands with so much sincerity, "That's some not giving a damn attitude I like! C'mere!" KISSr wrapped his arm over Willy's shoulder and ruffled his hair like an older brother would, as Mcfly caught Willy's cap.
"You're insane! How can you just get here without getting caught!…" Mcfly in a moment of thinking realized what possibly might have happened, "The blackout…AT MY PART! Do you have any sort of social constraints to hold you back!?" "If you can gather enough favors then maybe you can have your boss tell the electricians to momentarily shut down the place for a minute or two, "Atlas, and KISSr bawled out, soon with Wolfram joining in the laughter that's grabbing stares from backstage. Mcfly was still baffled by this man's ambitions and determination, "FOR AN AUTOGRAPH!?"
"And—it—feels—o-kay—But-that—does-n't—make—it—stooooooppp!" Aveline screams the final word before crying while sustaining the final note, letting it reverberate as she points towards the sky then cheers follow on, as she gives one announcement, "I thank you for keeping me here tonight!" As she twirls drunkenly and points everywhere her finger happens to point, as she stumbles backstage.
As Aveline stumbles backstage she sees Willy's happy smile with a dash of a cheeky thumbs up right at her, she also smiles and tries to make herself less pathetic as she tries to stand straight but her legs feel droopy and Willy wraps her arm over his shoulder then began the same 'ol schedule to her.
Willy brought her to the Photographer who gave Aveline the photos of Aveline herself performing for her to sign, Willy could tell Aveline was struggling to come up with something by the sixth, so Willy gave a couple of her words for her to think about, "Pencil, Beef, Fireworks, UFO, Cape, try to think about that, helps with drawing something at least,"
Aveline gave a thought before doodling her signature being rubbed up by an eraser, next Beef, Wellington on the next photo, a firework explosion doodle behind herself, Drawing a UFO over a stage light to make it look like a tractor beam, and a cape flailing wildly behind her on the last one.
Then onto autograph signing as Willy just looked on over as people paid for autographs still 50 bucks a pop is insane but then again these were being signed by the greats of their time, so it evens out.
No time at all, Aveline, Atlas, Wolfram, KISSr, and Mcfly all say bye to their fans and take the last minute photos with them as the stadium finally empties, however Willy who was standing behind them as they do their autographs is gone, "Willy? Where are you at!?" KISSr yelled for Willy as the group went backstage.
"You think something happened to him, he wouldn't be the kind of person to just up and leave right?" Wolfram worried, "We did just meet him today, but maybe he got preoccupied or something," Mcfly getting worried when he heard someone yelling, like someone was getting chewed out, that's when Mcfly followed the voices to a man yelling, towards a door that was labeled Backstage Access Hallway.
And sees Willy looking into the little windows, when Mcfly walks over to the door, he as well looked into it to see a couple of janitors like Willy getting yelled at by their boss. "Damn, can't let my boys down like that," Mcfly looks at Willy then answered, "I think we can help, Willy,"
"I don't care if it was just a minute or two, you're getting all of your salary cut today!" The stadium manager yelled, before eyeing up the electrician, "I have no idea who you think you are but you're continuous disregard of rules has consequences like this," The manager gave the electrician a mean sucker punch in the stomach, making the electrician drop-down wheezing on the floor, "And another thing you're fired!"
"Woah, Woah, WOAH! Don't do my boy Ervin like that, what gives the right to fire my employees!? You hired us as additional staff to get this place cleaned up and ready!" Bucket picks up the electrician to get on his feet, who is still catching his breath as he tries to get through the aching pain.
"I hired you all, I can fire you all!" The Stadium manager yelled pointing at Bucket, "You ought to be grateful, that the show went smoothly as ever, and nobody is none the wiser, plus we're not even your employees retard," Bucket stood his ground against the manager.
"Hey! What's going on here?" The Manager and Bucket, looked down the hallway to see Willy helping the engineers to move their stuff, "You! You, Maggot! Imma bust your stomach open, why are you backstage?" Willy looked up and smiled "Sorry, sir, had to get an autograph and help my boys pack up,"
"You snotty bastard, you think you can get away with a lie like that, I haven't seen you in forever, and you're not supposed to enter backstage," The manager walked up to Willy until multiple faces appeared behind him.
Aveline, Mcfly, Atlas, KISSr, and Wolfram were those faces all carrying their guitar cases, as for Wolfram along with his custom job guitar amp, "Oh! Hello! Ah, sorry was this man bothering you, I'm very sorry for this NUT JOB! Being a nuisance to ya, we can give some of our snacks and drinks at storage as an apology?" The manager wrapped his shoulder over Willy's acting like their friends.
That's when Aveline grabbed Willy's hand, which made Bucket, and the other janitors… "YOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "HOLY SHIT!" "GAWD DAMN!" "My brother is movin' up in the world," "AHHHHHHH! HEART THROB!" "SHITS HYPE!" "Smooth right damn smooth," "That's cute," "NOOOOOOOOOOO! It should've been me, not him! But that doesn't mean I can't be proud of him," "AH! MY HEART!" "HOT!" "Well, baby, that's a move I haven't seen in a while," "THE GIRL TAKES POINT!" "AS YOUR BOSS, I SALUTE YOUR WILLY!"
"Haha! We don't need the snacks, it's fine, Willy was a good fan to talk to, c'mon Willy you gotta drive me to this banger of an ice cream place before we gotta go back to the hotel," Aveline pulled Willy, as she ran past the manager and the cheering Janitors.
"BYE WILLY!" KISSr yelled down the hall, "Shalom Aleichem!" Atlas saluted, "NOOOOO! MAH WILLY!" Wolfram pretended to be heartbroken as he was on his knees before laughing, "Bye bye love birds! Damn, I always get giddy when I see Aveline happy," Mcfly says his goodbye before reminiscing, the Rockstar boys look at Willy being whisked away by Aveline.
1 MONTH LATER
Willy was staring at Aveline's busted door, looking down he saw it bust open able to see a preview of what was inside, Willy fiddled around his various amounts of pockets, as he also wore his old styled Fay firemen's coat he recently got from a thrift shop and was excited to show it off to Aveline but now as he found his key in the coat's pockets, he opened the door to see the messiest place he ever saw.
This is the first time he saw Aveline's apartment room outright and it was obscene, cigarettes, glass bottles, soda cans, a pot with a syringe, pills, boxes, medical equipment? By the looks of it, a bucket with a hint of something foul smelling, her prized heart guitar, and drawings of a man scattered on the wall she seems to be in love with, one drawing in particular had, 'IN THE END, HE HAS YOU' written under a drawing of a said man.
Willy then looked at the door realizing it ain't even bolted to the frame, it was taped to the frame, looking at Aveline she was there passed out on the bed, "Probably from the stress or something,'" Willy sighed as he picked up her heart guitar then let it lean against the wall, and went to work cleaning the place, as it is his job to do so.
He grabs an emergency trash bag from one of his coat's pockets and begins sorting trash, putting all empty alcohol glasses in a neat corner, before separating cans, juice boxes, and cardboard boxes, removing used cigars, removing whatever the syringe and pot contained, and cleaning it in Aveline's bathroom.
When Willy was finally done he took a seat on the foldable chair at the corner of the now cleaner room, and stared at the sleeping beauty, sighing at such a sight, "How am I going to keep this up…guess I'll go to Home Depot to get that door replaced," Willy said as rested his body on the chair and took a quick nap, minutes after Aveline woke up all drowsy to see Willy at the corner, but when she took a long look, her entire room was cleaned, she looked back at Willy still snoring soundly.
"I don't know how you have this much patience for me, and yet you do everything to take care of me, Willy…" Aveline said as she walked to Willy and placed her head on his lap and cried quietly until she stood up and silently announced her willingness to pay him back, "I'll find a way to pay back, I promised…" before going on the floor and grabbing a notebook to begin focusing on writing another hit for Mr. Bell, naming this new song, "First to Ten…"
3 MONTHS LATER
Aveline was at a club raving with fans, and when she stumbled at the bar, "Can I~~~I hehe~ *hck* get a martini, sir? *hck*" Before the bartender could begin, a random guy slid next to Aveline, "No worries Aveline, I got that paid whiskey for me," Aveline then hugged the man's arm and then said, "Thanks Willy!" he slammed the cash on the table for the bartender to take before grabbing 2 bottles in one hand and pouring both in there respective glasses, sliding them to the two and Willy grabs both the glasses by the rim and gives Aveline her drink.
"So, wild party huh? How are you?" As Willy took a sip of whiskey, "Willy I'm doing fine, you don't need to worry about me ALL the time, hehehe, did I mention you look soooooo cute whenever you're worried about me? But why don't I get that face when looking at you now?" As Aveline looked at Willy as she brought her glass towards her mouth that's when someone by Willy's side tapped on his right shoulder and socked his head so hard it rebounded off the counter and then down to the floor, knocking Willy down and Aveline spilling all of her Martini from the sudden surprise.
That's when she look at the assaulter standing right next to the knocked-out Willy, it was a man wearing a coat over a jumpsuit and wearing his trusty cap, "Ohhhhhhh, your Willy," Willy smacked his forehead and shocked his head in disappointment, "Gahd Dammit", Willy dragged the knocked out customer away from the counter and sat on his seat, to then order some drinks, "Mitchie give me a strawberry smoothie, and her martini again," he said pointing his thumb at Aveline, "Also can ya make it 1/3 martini and 2/3 Fanta, please? I don't want her to get so drunk," The bartender nodded, as he went to work, "When will you get drunk with me Willy?" Aveline gave Willy a sultry look, biting her lip.
"When we're back at your room, I don't wanna drink on the job, you know that,"
"Awww, c'mon! Why don't we have a good time together," Aveline whines in her seat like a child.
"Cause I hate seeing you like this all the time that's why," Aveline in a moment of clarity felt hurt by that yet her drunken stupor washed that away.
"Here's your drinks you two," Mitchie slid their drinks towards them and a wasted Aveline cheered as she took a swig, and Willy sipped his smoothie patiently taking all the flavor in.
"Why does Mr. Bell keep on bringing her here…" Willy muttered as he looked around to see the partygoers and Mr. Bell laughed with other managers as well as music producers while they talked about business or something along the lines.
5 MONTHS LATER
"She said it's not my fault," Aveline begins to strum her guitar, Willy was tied down on a chair, as he looked up to his 2 captors, giving them a cheeky grin with his bruised up face, and purple swollen eye giving an insane look.
"That it all fell down," He stood on his legs and swung his entire body to smash against his captors breaking it to pieces and freeing his arms before grabbing the backrest of the chair and slamming the wooden frame to the point it shattered on impact.
"So close your windows—," Willy rushes out of the utility closet not before he slams his body at a door "—lock your doors", and ascends up the fire exit stairs up to the VIP section.
"I can't help feeling—," Getting out the stairwell, Willy sees her performing from above, shoving his hand into his pants down to his thigh and pulling out a short-barreled revolver, "—I'm forgetting something," to continue running towards the sections.
"You used to paint me—," Aveline was getting more emotional as it made Willy more emboldened. "—pictures now," As he ruffles his breast pocket under his coat for bullets to load 5 in his revolver.
"You only paint my wall," Shot several men only wounding, running past them towards his true target.
"I'm worried that I've started something," Kick down the door.
"Built on lies and alcohol," I smiled, and he was scared,
"I want to sit down on the floor," Shot his leg,
"Become a worn out metaphor," Sock him in the face. Stomped him on the ground.
"But still there's something, probably nothing," Ran out of the open-air balcony and looked around to spot a support that led down.
"That brings-," Slid down on the supports before running towards her. "-the faces to my door,"
"I used to count the times-," Moving past the mosh pit of people as I jumped over the fence. "-That I've woken up past ten," Punched the security guard, sorry, before jumping up onstage.
"I tell myself what's done is done," Guards surround me but she's in front of me, Uppercut, Left, right, push, pull of 'em close, tossed 'em back, turn then run to her and aim the gun for the lights, it fires, it hooks, grabs Aveline by the hip.
"But I know-," She's stammering, "-I'll drink-." And she's messing up her strumming, "-Next week agaaaaaaain," Let's fly, I run off the stage with Aveline.
"I su—ggest—," Let the grappling hook swing the both of us. "—We let things rest," We're both flying like birds.
"Till I come down," Finally landing, the crowd separating, the guards still come from our exit, she's still drugged up, "Or until you drown," yet she still sings, so I'll still fight. "Cause you're all I've got left in this town," Let's go.
I wrapped my arm around her waist before using her as a human shield too pretty to hit, as I danced around her in a tango, "And I need time" I kept swinging her around me as I kicked and punched from behind her, "And you need wine,"
I carried her like a bride before running to the car park, "So-," I tossed her in my car, pedal to the metal, "Grab a jacket," as I looked behind to see Mr. Bell, face still messed up. "Grab your phone-I've heard it's pretty cold outsi-ide!" Aveline sees her life flash before her eyes, as she looks up towards the sky from the ground, all of her belongings scattered, paper bills with her face on them, and doodles of her and the man, as she hears cars driving past.
Before even questioning, "What happened?" She turned her head to her right to see she was in an alleyway turning to her left, however, there was a car that crashed at a street light and Willy came around the corner with a bag of chips, corn chips, and a cigarette.
"You injected some drugs after I lay you on the wall, I only discovered that you did, on the 3rd time I checked up on you when I was buying some stuff, c'mon we gotta go, it's gonna rain," Willy stuck out his hand for Aveline to pick her guitar and all of her drawings then grabbed Willy's hand, as a single droplet smack Aveline in the face as the dark clouds covered the sky.
We both walked in the alleyway for a while only for the rain to begin to drizzle, so I removed my jacket and tossed it on Aveline before we made a mad dash out of the alleyway and found a bus stop bench to take shelter in.
As we took our seats, the rain poured hard, and both of us watched cars and people walk past us unknowing to who we are. "Willy, can I ask you something?"
"What is it, Aveline,"
"Do…you love…me?"
"I'll give it to you straight, I do, I very much do, but I'm a professional and also not a cheat, I won't manipulate you in your constant drugged state to love me,"
"Why not? If you don't mind me asking…,"
"I know you love this one guy, you have his face drawn all over your room, I won't let myself interfere with who you love, I'm your caretaker and your bodyguard, that's my job,"
"Oh…okay…,"
Aveline looked at me, as I checked my revolver, and flipped open the cylinder to check the bullets still in the chamber, "I never seen you carry that around," I then slipped the gun into my pants pocket, "I just received the gun as a gift, a week ago,"
"From whom?"
"A friend is what I would say," I grabbed a lighter from my other pants pocket to light up the cigarette.