Mood:  on fire

Guitar Wars #2

 Mick Mars

He covered his ears with his pillow as Tommy and Nikki's late night grew louder and louder. It was days like this when he should have gone out, away from the two love birds. He should listen to Vince every once in awhile.

"Will you two shut up?!" Mick yelled. But the loud music and moans were getting more and more annoying with each minute. Mick pulled on thick headphones and began to blair Dr. Feelgood. Then suddenly, Vince's voice was overtaken by a light voice.

"Mick Mars."

He's the one they call Dr. Feel good
He's the one that makes ya feel all right
He's the one they call Dr. Feel good

"That's weird." He turned up the music louder.

Cops on the corner always ignore
Somebody's getting paid
Jimmy's got it wired, law's for hire
Got it made in the shade
Got a little hideaway, does business all day
But at night he'll always be found
Sellin' sugar to the sweet
People on the street
Call this Jimmy's town

"Join us in Valhalla."

"Hey!" Mick yelled. Suddenly, a white light appeared, Mick disappeared, and "Dr. Feelgood" continued to blare.

Mood:  on fire

Guitar Wars #1

 Joe Perry

.What Kind of Love Are You On

It was dark outside as Joe shoved his guitar case into the trunk of his car. He'd just had an all night thing with Adam Lambert, the one who should've won American Idol. Steven was going to kill him for being out this late and not calling. He shut the trunk and ran around to the drivers side when he heard something.

"Joe Perry."

"Hello?"

"Joe Perry?"

"Who's there?" Joe asked as he looked around. Okay, weird. Joe thought to himself. He dialed Steven's number on his phone and listened to the phone ringing. Steven anwered just as the voice came back.

"Come with me to Valhalla." A bright light surrounded Joe and he screamed.

"Joe?" Steven asked. "Joe Perry, damnit, answer me!"

The parking lot was empty, Joe's car still there along with his guitar and phone.

"JOE!" Steven yelled. But there was no answer.