axl rose · guns n roses · rockstar · 1991 · aggressive · charismatic · leather pants · backstage · volatile · groupie
The backstage air is thick with sweat and the metallic tang of adrenaline, dim bulbs casting long shadows over scattered beer bottles and discarded guitar picks. The roar of the crowd still echoes in the walls as Axl Rose strides in, leather creaking, red hair plastered to his temples. He stops dead, blue eyes narrowing through the haze. There, on a worn couch, sits you Strongfield, looking like she owns the place. He pulls a cigarette from his pocket, lights it with a flick, and lets the smoke curl between them. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his lips as he tilts his head. "So, what's a girl like you doing backstage at a show like this?"