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Fanfic: GnR Part 1
Subtitle: Geschichte einer wahren Begebenheit--> Drama
Chapter: L.A. is Hell for me
FanficGuns N'Roses
Charas: Axl Rose, Duff McKagan, Slash, Izzy Stradlin, Steven Alder, Alice Cooper (here the killer)
CHAPTER 1
As every day, they got up one by one.
As every day, they took their place in this room. Here, in the "Hellhouse" as they called it, where they recorded their songs, slept, ate, celebrated parties ... here in the Hellhouse, a studio that became an apartment, a single room that mutated into a villa. But it wasn't pleasant to live here. It was like being at the garbage dump. Everything was scattered on the floor, liquor corpses from the previous evening were lying in front of the door. For the 5 boys, Axl, Duff, Slash, Steven and Izzy everyday, just a habit. Steven's drums were in the left corner, right next to the stacked guitars. The amplifiers served as tables, chairs ... a mess. But everyone knew what was where.
“Well, little one, slept well?” Duff sat down on the “Marshall” amplifier from Slash, which was just putting a six-pack of empty beer bottles in front of the door.Steven, who was considered "the little boy" in the band, ran his right hand through his long, blonde hair. "Yes Duff .. I slept excellent .. in contrast to Izzy-Boy .." he winked ".. all night he was .. well, very, very busy with Nancy, the little one from Jefferson Street." He grinned and let himself sink to the floor with relish. Duff understood. He got up, took a deep breath, and walked out of the hellhouse. It was already day outside. Duff didn't have a watch. The only one of the Gunners wearing a watch is Axl. Duff has shoulder length blonde hair and dyed black on the nape of the neck. He's pretty big, the tallest of the band. His brown eyes always show how he feels right now. In that moment he just felt good. Everything was fine, by their standards. Everything was going great at the moment, for their standards. However, Duff was concerned. It was the future. What will become of them? They're just weird street bums who live in a studio that doesn't even belong to them.They all have professional instruments. The crowd in the clubs loves them ... but more ... is not in sight. Even though Izzy kept planning and organizing gigs and he kept talking about a "club tour all over L.A." ... but in this state, in which Izzy was every evening, they could cancel everything right away. Izzy is an alcoholic and always buzzes when the opportunity presents itself. Izzy is a good guy, he's basically okay, but when he's drunk he's barely recognizable ... he's just lying there and flirting with complete strangers. But then this outburst of anger keeps coming, Izzy loses control and lashes out. Once he almost turned his guitar into junk ... Duff lights a cigarette. His gaze is serious now. He's worried about Izzy, about the band, about himself ...
Axl comes running. He bought soup again. Soup and a bottle of red wine, together that makes $ 3.75 in a cheap store.So they can barely make ends meet with the money that they steal from the girls or that Axl and Slash earn in the business. You once took heart and went looking for a job. Axl was lucky, he works in a music store. Slash did less well, he went to a supermarket and cheered. Slash, the guitarist! The second Jimmy Hendrix! He plays the guitar like the devil! He can just do it. He grew up in a trailer with his African mother and English father. They were both hippies. That's why Slash didn't have any particular discipline. As an only child, he naturally received a lot of affection. Slash's father died of skin cancer. His mother had a heart attack a little later. Slash, then Saul Hudson, became an orphan at the age of 13. He was sent to his grandmother and lived there until he was 18. Then he took his father's guitar and drove to Los Angeles with other hippies. He doesn't actually look hippie-like, he has very curly, black hair that he let grow for a long time.It covers its eyes so that it is difficult to make eye contact with. He always has a bottle of Jack Daniels with him when he wakes up, JackDaniels stands next to his sleeping place. When he gives concerts, the bottle of JackDaniels is on his amplifier. Anytime and anywhere ... Jack Daniels. Slash and Jack are just inseparable ... Duff looks at Axl, who stops and smiles at him "well? .." Axl's laugh could just make anyone happy. Axl is a very good conversationalist. Very intelligent. Many a Harward professor would be amazed. “Well what?” Duff grins at his best friend from a crooked angle. "yes we know that ... where is Izzy?"
Duff got serious again. "inside. What do you want from him?" Axl smiled. "Oh, nothing at all .."
He went in and came out with a mug of soup. “Here.” Duff looked at him gratefully. Thanks to Axl, they survived. Thanks to his overly optimism, thanks to his good charisma. "Thank you buddy" with these two words, he wanted to get everything off his chest, in the hope that Axl would understand him.Axl nodded with a laugh. Then he went back inside. There he saw Izzy lying on the floor. "Mh .. when will this finally stop .." He pulled Izzy up onto an amplifier. Axl's red-orange, long, straight hair got caught in Izzy's button. Izzy was wearing a Hawaiian shirt. Axl grinned and pulled his hair out of the button. "Hey Axl what is this supposed to be?" Steven grinned like hell. "not what you're thinking Steve"
"Oh yeah? I want proof, boyfriend ..." Steven seemed to be enjoying it. Axl played along. "No, I want to see my lawyer! Then I am ready to act," he props Izzy against the wall so that he cannot fall. "So .. Slash! Where is yesterday's red wine?" Axl thought what a stupid question that was, this bottle would be empty anyway ... "Axl, friend, you know ..." Slash tried to talk his way out of it. "Oh, I see .." You could tell from Axl's expression that it was slowly going to his head. He knew what to do, he gathered his 7 things and went out.Duff watched him go. Where does he want to go? What is he up to? Duff put out his cigarette and called out "Hey, Axl! Where are you going?" Axl tried to ignore him. He kept walking. “Hey, Axl!” Duff had such a look in his eyes. The expression of deepest sadness, like looking an abandoned dog in the eye. Axl didn't look back. He didn't hear him anymore. Duff pushed the door open. "What have you done?" he saw Slash sitting lazily sucking on JackDaniels, Steven lying on the floor with two empty beer cans in his hand and Izzy dozing on the amplifier. Duff shook his head. "Slash!" he seemed to be the only one who could still think clearly, "what did Axl say? I mean, did he say something?" Slash made an unsuspecting expression. "I think he complained about Izzy," Steven pointed out. Duff looked at the floor. The whole thing was so unclear to him. "Hah! I'm probably worrying for nothing. I mean, Axl is of legal age, an adult.He can go wherever and when he wants ... is so Slash ... "Duff sat down next to Slash. His gaze was fixed." Is ... so Slash "His head was just whirling with thoughts.
Axl walked through a couple of dirty streets in L.A., he walked through a couple of clubs, and then back down the drain. "I'll get us out of there. No matter what the cost"
Charas: Axl Rose, Duff McKagan, Slash, Izzy Stradlin, Steven Alder, Alice Cooper (here the killer)
CHAPTER 1
As every day, they got up one by one.
As every day, they took their place in this room. Here, in the "Hellhouse" as they called it, where they recorded their songs, slept, ate, celebrated parties ... here in the Hellhouse, a studio that became an apartment, a single room that mutated into a villa. But it wasn't pleasant to live here. It was like being at the garbage dump. Everything was scattered on the floor, liquor corpses from the previous evening were lying in front of the door. For the 5 boys, Axl, Duff, Slash, Steven and Izzy everyday, just a habit. Steven's drums were in the left corner, right next to the stacked guitars. The amplifiers served as tables, chairs ... a mess. But everyone knew what was where.
“Well, little one, slept well?” Duff sat down on the “Marshall” amplifier from Slash, which was just putting a six-pack of empty beer bottles in front of the door.Steven, who was considered "the little boy" in the band, ran his right hand through his long, blonde hair. "Yes Duff .. I slept excellent .. in contrast to Izzy-Boy .." he winked ".. all night he was .. well, very, very busy with Nancy, the little one from Jefferson Street." He grinned and let himself sink to the floor with relish. Duff understood. He got up, took a deep breath, and walked out of the hellhouse. It was already day outside. Duff didn't have a watch. The only one of the Gunners wearing a watch is Axl. Duff has shoulder length blonde hair and dyed black on the nape of the neck. He's pretty big, the tallest of the band. His brown eyes always show how he feels right now. In that moment he just felt good. Everything was fine, by their standards. Everything was going great at the moment, for their standards. However, Duff was concerned. It was the future. What will become of them? They're just weird street bums who live in a studio that doesn't even belong to them.They all have professional instruments. The crowd in the clubs loves them ... but more ... is not in sight. Even though Izzy kept planning and organizing gigs and he kept talking about a "club tour all over L.A." ... but in this state, in which Izzy was every evening, they could cancel everything right away. Izzy is an alcoholic and always buzzes when the opportunity presents itself. Izzy is a good guy, he's basically okay, but when he's drunk he's barely recognizable ... he's just lying there and flirting with complete strangers. But then this outburst of anger keeps coming, Izzy loses control and lashes out. Once he almost turned his guitar into junk ... Duff lights a cigarette. His gaze is serious now. He's worried about Izzy, about the band, about himself ...
Axl comes running. He bought soup again. Soup and a bottle of red wine, together that makes $ 3.75 in a cheap store.So they can barely make ends meet with the money that they steal from the girls or that Axl and Slash earn in the business. You once took heart and went looking for a job. Axl was lucky, he works in a music store. Slash did less well, he went to a supermarket and cheered. Slash, the guitarist! The second Jimmy Hendrix! He plays the guitar like the devil! He can just do it. He grew up in a trailer with his African mother and English father. They were both hippies. That's why Slash didn't have any particular discipline. As an only child, he naturally received a lot of affection. Slash's father died of skin cancer. His mother had a heart attack a little later. Slash, then Saul Hudson, became an orphan at the age of 13. He was sent to his grandmother and lived there until he was 18. Then he took his father's guitar and drove to Los Angeles with other hippies. He doesn't actually look hippie-like, he has very curly, black hair that he let grow for a long time.It covers its eyes so that it is difficult to make eye contact with. He always has a bottle of Jack Daniels with him when he wakes up, JackDaniels stands next to his sleeping place. When he gives concerts, the bottle of JackDaniels is on his amplifier. Anytime and anywhere ... Jack Daniels. Slash and Jack are just inseparable ... Duff looks at Axl, who stops and smiles at him "well? .." Axl's laugh could just make anyone happy. Axl is a very good conversationalist. Very intelligent. Many a Harward professor would be amazed. “Well what?” Duff grins at his best friend from a crooked angle. "yes we know that ... where is Izzy?"
Duff got serious again. "inside. What do you want from him?" Axl smiled. "Oh, nothing at all .."
He went in and came out with a mug of soup. “Here.” Duff looked at him gratefully. Thanks to Axl, they survived. Thanks to his overly optimism, thanks to his good charisma. "Thank you buddy" with these two words, he wanted to get everything off his chest, in the hope that Axl would understand him.Axl nodded with a laugh. Then he went back inside. There he saw Izzy lying on the floor. "Mh .. when will this finally stop .." He pulled Izzy up onto an amplifier. Axl's red-orange, long, straight hair got caught in Izzy's button. Izzy was wearing a Hawaiian shirt. Axl grinned and pulled his hair out of the button. "Hey Axl what is this supposed to be?" Steven grinned like hell. "not what you're thinking Steve"
"Oh yeah? I want proof, boyfriend ..." Steven seemed to be enjoying it. Axl played along. "No, I want to see my lawyer! Then I am ready to act," he props Izzy against the wall so that he cannot fall. "So .. Slash! Where is yesterday's red wine?" Axl thought what a stupid question that was, this bottle would be empty anyway ... "Axl, friend, you know ..." Slash tried to talk his way out of it. "Oh, I see .." You could tell from Axl's expression that it was slowly going to his head. He knew what to do, he gathered his 7 things and went out.Duff watched him go. Where does he want to go? What is he up to? Duff put out his cigarette and called out "Hey, Axl! Where are you going?" Axl tried to ignore him. He kept walking. “Hey, Axl!” Duff had such a look in his eyes. The expression of deepest sadness, like looking an abandoned dog in the eye. Axl didn't look back. He didn't hear him anymore. Duff pushed the door open. "What have you done?" he saw Slash sitting lazily sucking on JackDaniels, Steven lying on the floor with two empty beer cans in his hand and Izzy dozing on the amplifier. Duff shook his head. "Slash!" he seemed to be the only one who could still think clearly, "what did Axl say? I mean, did he say something?" Slash made an unsuspecting expression. "I think he complained about Izzy," Steven pointed out. Duff looked at the floor. The whole thing was so unclear to him. "Hah! I'm probably worrying for nothing. I mean, Axl is of legal age, an adult.He can go wherever and when he wants ... is so Slash ... "Duff sat down next to Slash. His gaze was fixed." Is ... so Slash "His head was just whirling with thoughts.
Axl walked through a couple of dirty streets in L.A., he walked through a couple of clubs, and then back down the drain. "I'll get us out of there. No matter what the cost"