》Stage

@Sofia Carson /with the windows reflecting the blue + red lights of the cop cars that trailblazed for us, I kept a secure arm stretched over your shoulders to hold you against me; all while a grin forms at the late introductions. "Sofia. A pleasure it is, darling." In good old English fashion I pluck your dainty hand up to press a kiss to the exterior of your knuckles, before announcing my name with a bit of natural cockiness, only visible through my proud grin. "My name is Jimmy Page, and this is Led Zeppelin." I motioned to the other lads sprawled around their various dates, many of whom I've seen on the groupie scene before. Laughter commences from the boys and I, as the venue leaves quickly and we're embraced by new city lights. Now: Sunset Boulevard, on the way to the hotel. I gave your hand a squeeze in reassurance, before gesturing outside the window. "Are you down on Sunset a lot?" In attempt to gauge and read into your personality more, my eyes rain down warmth to coax some more information out of you, curly locks flouncing back out of my face has I toss my head back to fix my vision. As I looked down more clearly to soak in your angelic face, I softly pinched my thumb at your chin in a gently teasing manner, while my eyes squinted alongside a smile. I had a feeling you had no idea what you were getting yourself into, but there was no better man at the helm than I. God forbid Bonzo ran into you before me, or even Robert; finding similarities between your exotic beauty and his wife Maureen, and her beautifully tanned skin. But no one would snatch this bird quite yet. She had to fly high with the wizard first.

@Sofia Carson /loose grips now became further as you latched onto me for the better, as it became apparent that I had picked a beautiful bird with broken english; not that it mattered to me. your arms had come to encompass my neck, and so naturally I rested my palms against the lower apex of your back, basking in the gentle preening you provided. it was clear enough what you wanted by your comfortably commanding tone, enough for me to turn around with a silent smile and tug you behind me as if physically telling you to stay close. I was on the hunt for G, but ran into many of my sweaty bandmates and even a few groupies that could only muster seething looks to you. I finally caught his large, lumbering frame and pulled you under my arm once again. without a second glance he ushered us to the police-escorted limo, and off to the Hyatt House we go, with the rest of the members making there way as well. Not that I had any plans with them, I rarely did at the hotel; often playing recluse with a book or occupying myself with a lovely angel of this divine city. perhaps I'd play some music for you, you did seem to enjoy the performance; and it'd be a shame you only got to hear one number. Amidst these thoughts I turn to you, "Your name, beautiful?" I attempted to speak more concisely, my soft-spoken tone highlighted by my Londoner accent.

@Sofia Carson /by the time the ten minute performance was up --- sweat made my curly tresses cling to my forehead, and my fingers were swollen from the solo -- but the adrenaline of the magic made tonight has me floating on an ethereal cloud. I bowed time and time again, sometimes me and Robert bowed together; laughter shared and glances exchanged as the curtain fell and I handed the double neck beauty to my roadie once more. I then approached you, my glistening chest heaving in short breaths as I manage to pant out, "I don't think I got your name Miss. But I dearly hope you enjoyed."
/I then offer my arms up for you to slide down in if needed, the "zoso" scrawled on the front of the amp partly behind covered by your daintily tanned legs. I then boldly glanced down at you, the heat of the performance still evident in my eyes as I resume position with my arm, only this time I encircle it loosely around your waist. "Shall I have someone give you a ride home?" Peering down at you with piercing eyes and a genuine smile, I then interject, "....or do you happen to be free tonight?"

@Sofia Carson /pleased that you followed, my eyes squinted into an elated grin as I sung my double neck beauty behind my back and deftly picked you up from your hips, palms wrapping around your thin waist as I hoist you atop the amp. By now you were in full view of what I was, hundreds of belligerent fans, the members splayed out on stage, and still I lingered for one more moment, forest green eyes peering into yours for one last pre-show interaction. "Enjoy the rest of the show." I gave you a crooked smile and a pat on the knee, before my hands re-gripped the spots on my gibson and I was off on stage, mere feet from you on my amp.
/it was the reprise, a well-known number -- probably our most well known -- and so the sequence flowed through me with an almost spiritual ease, a magnificent energy exchange between you, me, and the audience. No doubt you could feel the sheer power of the amps propelling the music, specifically my music; every chord I strike and string I bend. Of course I glance at you here and there, offering nothing but kind smiles to see if you were enjoying yourself, despite there being no doubt that you would.

https://youtu.be/CxfniXCwrJA?t=349

no doubt this was one of my proudest compositions, requiring a triple neck bass and my trusty old b-bender telecaster, and no one can work the bass pedals on a piece like this like jonesy can. quite the monster to record, it was also rather cathartic to release and now even more exciting to perform, often losing myself in the solo spotlight when the time came.

steel pedals whirring and fingers fretting furiously against the neck, the sweat making my tresses stick to my nape as I the song roars to life, la bete manning the drums as the energy transference begins.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OiZhAwYKk8o