face it tiger, you just hit the jackpot... the fame and glamour don't last but so what? i'm going to enjoy the ride as long as i can. this is everything i ever wanted... isn't it?... this time little mary jane's in the spotlight!... like scarlet o'hara said, tomorrow is another day!... danger is my middle name. it's monogrammed on all my towels... go get 'em, tiger.
if they only knew... i had to laugh, because i knew if i started crying i'd never be able to stop.
FOR THE RECORD, THE GO-GO dancers had not been his idea. no self-respecting rock god( a nickname the magazines had so generously bestowed upon him in the midst of their european tour last summer ) wants a nod to the abomination that is DISCO on his stage. no, the go-go dancers had been wade’s idea. the bastard hadn’t even had the good sense to tell the rest of the band ; the self-satisfied grin he tosses at the girls when they walk into dress rehearsals is proof enough.
buck’s hand drops from the microphone stand. “ what the fuck is this?” he demands.
rouge stained lips tug upwards into a soft smirk, brows arching as green eyes widen curiously. her head tilts to the side, red curls bouncing against her shoulders, as her hand rests against the defined curve of her waistline. ❛ what is this, honey? don’t tell me you can’t share the stage with PRETTY LADIES ! we don’t take up much room, promise. ❜