Tension, its said, can sometimes be so thick you cant cut it with a knife. And then there are times that youd need a chainsaw to make the slightest dent. I knew my leaving wouldnt be taken easily by the others, and as awkward situations this was pretty bad.
What the f*** do you mean youre leaving? Axl asked me.
I sighed. Just what I meant. Im sick of the tirades and ego trip, I said, trying to remain calm, the alcohol doing most of the work. Much as you hate to admit it Axl, youre taking credit for a lot of my work, and Im fed up with it. You cant think that this is a total surprise. I was tired, and turned away, heading toward the car.
A breaking glass at the wall beside me halted my steps. Turning back I saw Axl storming away, Slash and Steven attempting to hold up the walls, and Duff caught in the middle, as usual. I caught his glance and saw definite sadness, and yet, something else. Nodding my head, I motioned for him to come with me.
Im going back to the hotel; I need a drink. You want to come?
Duff nodded slightly, and walked toward me. Sure.
We continued on together down the hallway and out the door into the dimming sunlight. Back to the hotel, Martin.
Martin held the limo door open for the both of us. Yes, Mr. Stradlin. Mr. Stradlin. There were some things about being in the band that I was going to miss. As we sat down I looked over at Duff. Definitely some things.
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Tension, its said, can sometimes be so thick you cant cut it with a knife. And then there are times that youd need a chainsaw to make the slightest dent. I knew my leaving wouldnt be taken easily by the others, and as awkward situations this was pretty bad.
What the f*** do you mean youre leaving? Axl asked me.
I sighed. Just what I meant. Im sick of the tirades and ego trip, I said, trying to remain calm, the alcohol doing most of the work. Much as you hate to admit it Axl, youre taking credit for a lot of my work, and Im fed up with it. You cant think that this is a total surprise. I was tired, and turned away, heading toward the car.
A breaking glass at the wall beside me halted my steps. Turning back I saw Axl storming away, Slash and Steven attempting to hold up the walls, and Duff caught in the middle, as usual. I caught his glance and saw definite sadness, and yet, something else. Nodding my head, I motioned for him to come with me.
Im going back to the hotel; I need a drink. You want to come?
Duff nodded slightly, and walked toward me. Sure.
We continued on together down the hallway and out the door into the dimming sunlight. Back to the hotel, Martin.
Martin held the limo door open for the both of us. Yes, Mr. Stradlin. Mr. Stradlin. There were some things about being in the band that I was going to miss. As we sat down I looked over at Duff. Definitely some things.
heehee.. who loves you Melle?? LOL!
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