Forever"Mick?" Vince looked in the Living room, but didn't get an answer.Mick was sleeping on the couch, the long black hair over an arm rest and a few Streaks in his face.Vince walked on tiptoes in and get on his knees next to the couch.Slowly he stroke Mick's hair out of his face, felt that it was wet and Mick's Make up was smeared, like he had cried. And Vince saw that Mick has cried. He knew what must have happened again. A woman broke Mick's heart.The guitarist never had luck with women over a long time.Vince didn't understand it. Mick was such a wonderful person, a nice and clever guy. Why nobody does love him as much as he deserved? Or more, NO Woman loved him so much."You don't need such bitches." Vince mumbled in the guitarist's ear."You have me, you cutie."The blond singer aspirated a soft kiss on Mick's cheek before he stood up and walked in his bedroom.It was late and he was tired.What Vince didn't know was that Mick was awake the whole time.The guitarist sa
Without You.Tommy! I screamed and kicked and pounded on my band-mates hotel room door. It was about 6 am and I had locked myself outta my own room. Fuck, I dont even remember why I left my room...oh yeah! I do remember!I thought it would be a good idea to cover Vinces door with hair spray, light it on fire, kick it as hard as possible with my steel toed boots and run. But I didnt think that one all the way through..shocker. I didnt think to take my key card with me and...I didnt put on pants. Dont ask why. Drugs...they fuck with your mind dude.Any who....I kicked on the drummers door one more time before he opened it. His soft brown eyes were clouded over with sleep, his freshly dyed black hair was tousled in about one hundred different directions, and his stage makeup from last night was smeared across his eyes and cheek bones. The normally passive Tommy looked like he wanted nothing more than too rip my dick off and hang me with it.