chapter thirty six

                                    

                                          


                          
The stage was pitch black. I could barely see six inches in front of me. The opening riff for "Good times Bad times " light up my soul though. The spotlight was on Jimmy. His white suit reflected the light, making him seem like a white angel. His guitar pierced through the darkness, making the crowd light up. Screaming, cheering. The occasional flash of a camera, and a wave from Millie. In the short days, I found out that Millie and I have became close friends. Each of us would talk about our rock god lovers, and talk about each others lives.  When I thought the crowd couldn't have been any louder, I was proved wrong when the Golden God's face appeared in a second spotlight, mimicking Jimmy's guitar.
                          
Then came the time for the rest of us to come in. The combination of the drums clashing, both guitars, and the humming of the bass made the whole arena flood with sound. Within minutes, I found my legs moving along to the beat, and fingers began to dance across the neck of the guitar with more ease. The stage light up with lights, making me see the packed arena. I looked over at Jonesy who was wearing a button down turquoise shirt. He looked up from his base, and winked at me. I winked back. 
                          
None of this still seemed possible. The cheering. Being a member of the heaviest Rock and Roll band of all time. The one still made me wonder how it happened; being Jimmy Page's one and only. I was pulled out of my train of thought when I caught Jimmy dancing around like a lunatic. He always found the craziest way to dance, not to mention he had a rather heavy guitar strapped on him. 
                          
It only seemed like seconds, but the song finished. The crowd resembled a steam engine storming right at you. The sound was intense. Jimmy looked over at me laughing, already he was sweating heavily. Robert grabbed the microphone. 
                          
"GOOD EVENING!" he yelled, the crowd gave him a response. Screaming at the top of their lungs. It made all of us smile. Then a flash from Millie's camera. Robert looked over at me as he backed away from the mic. My cue for the intro for the next song. My heart raced as I put the pick to the strings. A low, bluesy chord came from the guitar. Soon, the crowd was clapping around. Bonzo stood up from his stool, and began to clap. As I looked up, everybody was clapping to the beat. I smiled, and started to bob my head. Jimmy's smile made all the nervousness fly off. Robert then walked up to mic, and let his blues side come out, along with his harmonica. 
                          
"Gon bring it on home. Bring it on home to you."
                          
The harmonica drifted off, the sound still echoing off the walls. I flipped the switch on the guitar, making the amp buzz with the sudden change of tone. As I played the first riff, the whole band joined in on the second. Jonesy was dancing along with his guitar, bobbing his head along. His light auburn hair would gently sway back and forth. 
                          
The song finished. Breathing was fast, sweat was dripping. Robert pointed over to me, and said into the mic. "Meredith Page!"  I took a slight bow before Jimmy walked over and placed a gently kiss on my lips. A wide smile plastered my face, as I looked into the crowd, I saw a girl glaring at me.  Almost a death stare. I examined her closely. She had long, curly black hair. That's when it hit me. 
                          
no...no..it's you. Lori. He's mine. Back the hell off......ya slut.
                          
I giggled a little bit when I finished my thought. 
                          
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We arrived back at the hotel around midnight. The white moon was out, lighting up the ground. Having the grass wet from the rain glisten as if it was doused in glitter. I flopped backwards onto the bed, exhausted. Jimmy stood over me and smirked. 
                          
"You did amazing tonight love." he said. "You look amazing too." my face grew hot with blush. "Not as amazing as you love." I said while trying not to blush even more. I felt the matress sink, as I looked over, Jimmy had his hands above my hips. A devious look on his face. 
                          
"JIMMY NU..NO NO NO NO NO....BAD JIMMY. I KNOW KUNG FU, AND OTHER SCARY WORDS JIMMEH!" he laughed, but that didn't stop him. His fongers danced along my bare skin, making me squirm and laugh. 
                          
"JIMMY STOP IM GONNA PEE MY PANTS!!" I screamed. Tears were rolling down both of our cheeks. Finally he stopped. Then there was a knock at our door. I shuffled towards it, clutching my chest to catch my breath. Jonesy stood on the other side with a letter in his hand. 
                          
"This is for you two." 
                          
"Thank you Jonesy."
                          
I took it, and slowly closed the door, my eyes scanned the address. It was from home. 
                          
It was addressed to Mum and Dad. 
                          
It was a letter from Lily.