》IC Room

Currently off duty, I walk in here with my pack of cigarettes in my pocket and the new issue of Creem Magazine in my hands as I look at the article my husband wrote.

sifts through the new issue of creem, bottle of southern comfort toted between my fingertips as I wander into a lounge area in wait for robert for another studio session. eyes intent on a paragraph related to our newest album, I let out an incredulous breath before uttering a "bloody hell." those damn american critics wouldn't know good music if it on their heads. though, my attention soon changed to a rather lovely spread of the GTOs on the following page.

@Amala Dlamini "Yeah sure. Here you go." Alyssa said as she handed her a lighter. She took another drag before removing the cigarette from her lips. "I'm Alyssa by the way. And you are?" She greeted as she sat down in the lounge.

@Tom Hardy @Tom Ellis @Robert Smith @Remington Leith @Koo Junhoe @Jimmy Page @Dylan Hasselbaink @Dove Cameron @Caleb Landry Jones @Amala Dlamini *walks in here with a lit cigarette between my lips*

@Sofia Carson "Hm, well it's fun when I have with rockstars but when the reporters come around asking questions it's not much fun anymore." Alyssa said with a sad smile. They just wouldn't let up, they kept thinking she killed Jim. Alyssa had friends in high places and she did not kill Jim but she had a sneaking suspicion on who did kill him. Marianne had told her a huge piece of information that she made sure stayed under wraps and it was about Jim's girlfriend Pam. Alyssa never liked Pam after she met her. Though it wasn't because Jim had ed off to Paris with her, or the fact that he had been cheating on Pam with Alyssa, but everyone knew that Jim Morrison had two girlfriends... Alyssa before she started her career as a groupie and Pamela a long haired simple girl who everyone felt sorry for after Jim's death even though Alyssa strongly believed Pam killed him. It was way more easier for the press to blame Alyssa out of the two girls for Jim's mysterious passing. Alyssa sighed and took another drag of her cigarette. "It's okay, don't be sorry. You weren't the one dating a rockstar. Ah, anyways... where are you from originally?" Alyssa asked. She didn't want to talk anymore about herself for now due to how depressing this slight conversation was getting. She decided to learn more about Sofia she seemed like a pretty interesting girl.

@Sofia Carson "Ah, I see." Alyssa said as she nodded after Sofia confirmed she didn't speak much English. "Thank you, Sofia. You're very beautiful too." She replied after taking another drag from her cigarette. Alyssa smiled sadly before exhaling more smoke. "No. Not really. You might understand or you might not but... the press is after me because my boyfriend died. They're digging around for stories that don't exist. They think I had something to do with it, but I didn't. I was here in the States and he was in France. The whole story is a huge mess... sorry if I rambled a bit." Alyssa said slowly, trying to find the right words to use so Sofia would understand.

@Sofia Carson "Sofia. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." Alyssa said as she smiled before exhaling her cigarette smoke. "You're looking at me like I got two heads or something... you don't speak much English do you?" Alyssa asked gently. "You work here?" Alyssa asked as she looked at her with a smile. "Do you smoke too?" She asked for sake of conversation, in order to get her mind off of the press who had hounded her about Jim's death.

@Sofia Carson Alyssa was starting on her second cigarette and was about to light it up before her lighter gave out, only sparks were coming from it. "Dammit..." She looked up and saw a pretty girl wiping down the coffee table. Alyssa got up with the cigarette between her fingers and approached her. "Hey gorgeous, you got a light on you?" She asked gently so she wouldn't scare her off or anything. "Sorry if I scared you when I came in... didn't mean to slam the door that hard. I'm Alyssa. And you are?" She asked Alyssa strangely felt in the mood to chat, maybe the nicotine mellowed her out a bit.

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They were animals... yeah, sure she usually gave them their stories of her wild nights... but asking those questions about him was crossing the ing line. " off! I'm not answering your questions about Jim! You either ask me something that's not about him or you won't get anything out of me!" She bellowed... but they persisted. Alyssa gave them all the finger and ran into the lounge, getting a chair and hiding in the corner in her light blue fur, white bell bottoms, brown suede platforms and floral blouse. She then lit up a cigarette and took a long much needed drag from it. "Rat bastards all of them..." Alyssa muttered before sighing.

@Sofia Carson /with confirmation that you were behind, I guided my outstretched arm to fall comfortably along the contours of your shoulders so as to be not too intrusive, guiding you past the security guard to where my roadie was to be; holding my guitar out for me to grab as Bonzo furiously drummed his solo to completion on stage. I then turned to you with an amused grin, my arm still slinked around you as I make yet another offer, "How would you like to sit on my amp for the last few songs?"
/my other arm finally parted from you to strap the guitar over my shoulder, maintaining a cool gaze locked onto your much warmer eyes, the roaring claps signaling the end of his solo and the beginning of the next set. We were on the side of the stage at this point, and I motioned for you with the extension of my fingertips; to step closer to me if you dare, closer to the roar of the crowd, closer to the flashing lights and the wailing cries of so many women who wanted to be you. Would you take my hand though?

@Sofia Carson /your voice was timid and almost meek, yet I hadn't read that energy for you -- what a peculiar bird. So upon your quiet insistence I dropped the cigarette and crushed it with my shoes, before gesturing to the propped door behind me, instead asking, "Well, then have you heard of Led Zeppelin? You seem to be a fan of music." I took a quick scan around and lowered my head, so as to not attract too much attention from this interaction. I'd have to slowly start slinking back anyways, not wanting to attract any more groupies -- there were enough backstage -- and yet I also didn't have my eye on any of those birds..
/backing into the shadows once more, I left my arm open and shot over an enticing grin as if to offer you entry, before turning my back to jaunt back inside, expecting you wholeheartedly to join me, but in the slim chance you wouldn't I still had to get back inside to finalize the performance.

@Sofia Carson /as hot air consumed me to the point of a red face, I hand my guitar to a roadie and press my hand up against the escape door to stumble out, still in the ornate, dragon-sewn two piece I adorned on stage. Rather flashy I still step out down the alley, cigarillo draped from my lip as I catch the crowd crossing before me, bustling past. The breeze finally started to cool me down as I opened my eyes, only for them to land on a petite, softly tanned brunette meander at a slower pace, obviously soaking in her surroundings. The curious birds always attracted lads like me. She seemed to flow with the music.
/without thinking I extended a hand, a warm smile adorning my lips as smoke rose from the embers of my cigarette, yet still managing to mumble a coherent, "you look a little displaced, can I assist you Miss?" Soon my other hand pried the cigarette away so you could fully see my visage as a more toothy grin shone down.

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/after taking another drag and preening my hair back, forest green eyes grazed over the titan silhouette of G, robert in forceful toe, with the titan's iron-grip on his collar. to me he was shoved; golden tresses disheveled and buttons misplaced; as well as a -eating grin plastered on his sweaty face. 'no doubt right after a dressing room romp', I'm thinking as I shake my head side to side in acknowledgement but I'm still unable to shake the sleazy grin on my face. the famed 'golden god' then left wandering not moments after G left, only to pat me heavily on the shoulder and stumble off into another direction to chase a groupie whom caught his eye, mumbling something along the line of, "these birds are gonna kill me some day."

/fingers flitting through a leather-bound book, raven coif framing my rather pale visage, having not slept in nearly three days; but hey, that's what the adrenaline of performance will do. bonzo destroyed hotel rooms to get the energy out, john paul jones took the first escape route to an entirely different hotel, and planty was always shacking up with a road wife.

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*sits down in here and starts smoking a cigarette*