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Rock of Ages, Forever	By : knight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Def Leppard Views: 4548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Def Leppard. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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...Nick Knight, Geraint Wyn Davies. Well contain descriptions, depictions of real people. I claim no personal knowledge of these artist/actors and their sexual orientation or personal lives. I do not own rights to any of the people mentioned herein. No profit is being made.

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Rock of Ages, Forever Pt1

She stood in the back of the small venue, focusing all her attention to the music and men on stage, oblivious to the roaring crowd around her. On both sides, high above the stage were two massive sets of speakers suspended by thick cables and metal rigging, blaring the loud rock music she has loved for years. A multitude of lights in a rainbow of colors moved in rhythmic motion across the stage with the music as the band played. How many times has she done this? She had lost count long ago.

At that moment, her eyes were for only one person on the stage. She easily noticed that he was in a rare form, flirting with most of the women close to the stage, spending mere moments smiling and posing for them before bounding off to a different place. He would run across the stage with long curly hair and an unbuttoned shirt flying behind him, stopping several feet from the edge of the stage to tease the women with his smile, and then sing the necessary backing vocals. Moments later, he was backing toward the steps that led up to the drums to play out the rest of the song.

It was nights such as these that she did not have to second-guess her instinct from years of observing him. She knew he was in the prime of his life, knew his every move, every facial expression, and knew him better than he knew himself, or hoped she did. She never tired of watching him, his boundless energy on stage and off is what drew her attention to him from the beginning. After all the years of waiting, and keeping her distance, tonight she was going to take it to the next level...talking to him.

The arena lights glowed to full brightness as each band member made their rounds to different areas of the stage, giving waves of thanks in gratitude to the fans for coming.

Her eyes continued to follow him as he waved to the audience, or pointed out a particular area with a hand raised to his brow to shield out the lights. Backing away from the edge, he smiled and headed for stage left, clapping the drummer on the shoulder as they passed each other.

When the band left the stage, the lights dimmed to a soft glow from the much lower, background rigging, illuminating the drum kit high on its perch. Thousands of fans grew louder with their cheering, whistling, and drumming on the seats in front of them, chanting "Encore!" that spread throughout the venue. Stomping of feet quickly joined, growing to a loudness that was almost deafening until the members of the band trickled back on stage.

Which one will they do tonight? Her lips curled up into a smile as the opening cords to her favorite song filled the venue, and lighters flickered to life all around her. It was not often the band chose one of their ballads as part of the encore, and the only thing it did was leave the fans wanting more. This again was not surprising to her.

The band plunged into their last song of the night, one of their harder guitar driven songs that caused the fans to pump the air with their fist in a final rush of adrenaline. Guitars screeched through the song, overlaid by the harmonizing chorus of voices. A strong, deep thump of the bass guitar and drums surged forward to keep the tempo to the last blistering cords of the guitars.

For the last time that night, lights throughout the venue came back on, therefore ending the concert. Band members trolled around the stage, waving, or showing thumbs up for a fantastic crowd, while a dozen or so picks sailed through the air to eagerly waiting hands. One final wave goodnight all band members exited stage right to the thundering roar from the fans.

After glancing around the slow to empty venue, she finally joined the shuffling fans to get out of the seating area. Flowing with the crowd, she took the concrete ramp downward that would lead her to the merchandise area. She had barely stepped off the concrete ramp when a small group of young women pushed past her, talking excitedly about getting backstage and how to do it. She dismissed their chatter; she already knew the young women would not get what they want tonight. Walking past one of the memorabilia stands, she slowed her pace, contemplating weather or not to buy another tour program, then decided against it since she already had several from this leg of the tour.

Leaving the area behind, she made her way around the back of the venue to join the small group of fans waiting several hundred yards from the buses. She noticed there was only a waist high, long metal guardrail separating them from the buses. Other times it was a tall chain link fence or no access to get that close to the buses.

She listened to the fans around her talk about the concert or where the rumored after show party was going to be later that night. The same group of girls that talked about getting backstage; now argued about who would be the decoy so the other band members could slip onto the buses without notice. Nothing they said was anything new to her; she had heard it all before. Moving further down the rail, she tuned out the talking fans and calls to the security guards and waited patiently for the band to emerge from the building.

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"The `umidity `ere is enough to kill a dead cow," Joe said lowly as he wiped more sweat from his face.

"Do you think you could `ave put it more graphic, Joe!" Phil exclaimed as he wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Ignoring them, Vivian pointed to the white envelope in his band mate's hand. "I see you got another one."

"Yeah, this one doesn't make any more sense then the rest of'em," he told them as he looked at it again. "Soon, that is all it says. What the `ell does it suppose to mean!?"

"Maybe you're supposed to put them all together and make a sentence," Vivian suggested, with a shrug of his shoulders.

"That would be too easy now wouldn't!?" he quickly shot back.

"Not really. Fourteen words can make many different sentences."

"Sounds like a riddle to me," Phil offered.

He spun around to face Phil. "How are you goin' to get a riddle out of fourteen words!?"

"That's why you put them together and figure it out," Vivian again suggested as he turned back to his wardrobe case.

"And I can tell you what it already means. I love you." Tossing the card on top of his bag, he headed for the showers.

"He gets so uptight when he gets those cards," Vivian commented to no one in particular.

Phil looked up from unlacing his shoes. "You would be too if they were sent to you."

"No, actually, I find it amusing."

Joe turned from his wardrobe case to look at both men. "Just some fan getting their jollies."

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Two hours later, three band members emerged from the building to find a handful of fans still waiting. Two of them made their way over to the guardrail. Amongst small talk, smiles, and excited giggles from those fans, the band signed autographs or had their picture taken with them, and inched toward the waiting bus that would take them to the hotel.

She held her breath, her eyes never leaving him as he slowly moved toward her. He is not going to make it this far, he never does. He will stop and go to the bus before he gets to me. I can already tell just by his body language. Then he was right in front of her.

"'ello." he waved his hand, the other poised to sign what ever she held.

Blinking several times to clear her vision, she held up her hands showing him they were empty.

Smiling, he grabbed the open front of her white leather jacket and with a flourish, signed it. "Did you enjoy the show?"

Finding her voice, she returned his smile. "Yes, it was great."

"Thank you, glad you could make it." he smiled at her again and moved on to the next waiting fan.

She watched him a moment longer before she spun around and quickly stepped across the parking lot to her waiting car. She instructed the driver to take her to the Marriott Hotel where the band was staying the night, and like many other fans, she would wait in the bar for them to make an appearance. She already knew all of them would eventually end up at the bar; it was a ritual with them whenever they stayed at a hotel. And, just like clockwork, two of them came in, mingling with the crowd while making their way to the bar to order drinks. Well, he is never the first or second one to show up, she mused. She settled on watching Phil make his way around the room, greeting more fans that were already there or ones that had followed the buses.

Thirty minutes later, she saw him lingering by the door; talking to someone she could not see from where she sat. With a slight nod of his head, he breezed into the room, going straight to the bar to order his first drink of the night. From her vantage point in one of the booths, she watched a female fan slide onto a barstool next to him and try to start a conversation. She knew that he was not interested in the woman by the way he kept looking away from her to the crowded bar or wiggled on his stool, but his occasional nod may have indicated to the woman that he was interested what she had to say.

She covered her own smile when he abruptly turned his back on her, therefore ending the one-sided conversation with the woman. Did you get that hint Miss Fan? She watched the woman walk away and immediately elbowed her way in the small group that surrounded Vivian.

Grateful that the woman had left, he eased the bar stool back around to survey the room. A larger crowd tonight then there was the…’ His inner voice trailed away as he took a sip of his drink and saw her over the rim of his glass.

She was laughing at something Phil had told her as he leaned slightly over the table. He quickly ordered another drink, and he slid off the stool to mingle with the crowd. He made polite conversation with several fans on his way around the room, but his eyes kept searching out the place where she sat. He caught her gaze once as she spoke to the man who stood by her table. She smiled and turned her attention back to her guest. Several more times their eyes met, and she would always be the one to look away first.

Phil stopped beside him. "Hey man, `ow is it going?"

He glanced at him, but his eyes quickly turned back to her. "It could be bet'er."

Phil noticed where he was looking. "Forget it. She's waiting on someone."

"I no'iced you talking to `er. Did she give you `er name?"

"No, but don't be shy, go for it. She 'as turned down just about every guy in 'ere." Phil smiled and nudged him with his elbow.

"Anythin' is worth a try," he said with a smirk, then shuffled away in her general direction.

She watched him causally make his way toward her table, stopping to talk to every one, sign autographs or take more pictures. He had his back to her, not two feet from her table when he turned around and looked directly at her. She quickly turned her head and pretended to be looking at something over by the bar.

"You didn't wash it off?"

She swept her puzzled gaze back to him. "Excuse me?"

"My signature," he started, pointing at the lapel on her jacket. "You didn't wash it off."

She looked down at her white jacket to the black pen marks. "I wouldn't dream of washing it off after it took me so long to get it."

"You've been to a lot of shows then?"

Tilting her head slightly to the side, she let a small smile touch the corner of her lips. "A few."

Feeling as though the conversation was not going any where by the lack of her words, he glanced around the bar, then back to her. "Are you `aving a good time?"

"Yes, a great time actually."

"You `aven't moved from this booth all evenin'," he knowingly stated.

Leaning forward, she propped her arms on the table. "I don't need to move around talking to everyone to have a good time."

"No one `as joined you either."

Smiling coyly, she answered, "I didn't invite them to sit down."

He shifted on his feet and smiled at her again. "Not even the charming Mr. Collen?"

His causal movement did not slip by her unnoticed. "No, I told all of them that I was waiting on someone else."

"Just 'bout all the men in this bar 'ave been to your table."

Picking up her drink, she swirled the dark liquid around. "Just about all of them."

He shifted again as he glanced around. "Well, maybe not all of them. I 'aven't...that guy over there, or that one. Joe 'asn't-"

"Are you going to point out everyone or are you going to sit down?"

Turning his gaze back to her, and the inviting smile that graced her full lips. "So...am I the one you are waiting on?"

"That remains to be seen wheather or not you could spark my interest."

With a crooked grin, he slid into the booth. "I must 'ave sparked somethin', or else I wouldn't `ave been invited to join you."

"Perhaps." Her smile faded as he moved closer to get comfortable in the seat. Her doubts began to make themselves known in the pit of her stomach. She would not let them get the best of her after waiting so long to have this moment with him. Pushing them away, she picked up her drink and tossed back the rest.

He pointed at the empty glass she sat down. "May I buy you another?"

"No, thank you. One alcoholic beverage a night is all I can stomach these days. But, don't let me stop you from ordering another for yourself."

"I will--" He craned his head upward looking for the server. "--when the waitress makes her way over here." He caught Phil’s attention instead, who in turn relayed the drink order for him. “Well, it appears you ‘ave me at a disadvantage, you know who I am, but I didn’t catch your name.”

"That’s because I didn't give it to you." She felt all her doubts of being close to him, talking to him, and getting to know him on a more up close and personal level slowly ease away as she held his eyes. The look there easily told her that tonight was not going to be their last one together. "Lacey Garrett."

"Ah, well, now that the introductions are over, maybe you'd like to tell me why you `ave been glancing at me so much."

Lacey leaned back against the cushion. "I believe you have that backwards Mr. Savage. It is you that have been glancing at me."

"We `ave both been glancing at each other. I `ave my reasons as to why. But, I want to know your reasons?"

Looking out over the crowded bar she told him, "I find you very intriguing Mr. Savage."

He chuckled at her comment. "I don't think any one has ever said that about me. A sarcastic, pompous ass maybe, but never intriguing!"

"I see none of that in you," Lacey told him when she leaned forward to prop her elbow on the table, and then dropped her chin to rest in her hand.

Judging by the sultry, if not serious look on her face, Savage leaned a little closer. "Then what do you see?"

"A sarcastic, pompous ass," she jokingly told him.

Her quick return of the same words he used made him laugh. Lacey loved to hear his laughter. She had waited a long time to be this close to him and it was taking every bit of self control she could muster not to drag him out of the bar.

"You should get to know me bet'er. I'm sure you could find more words to add to that list."

Shoving all thoughts of dragging him from the bar, Lacey let the smile spread across her face. "I'd like that very much, Mr. Savage."

"Rarely does anyone call me that. Try Rick or Sav."

"I prefer your given name, Richard. Rarely does anyone call you Richard, everyone uses Sav, so not to confuse you with Rick, but Sav is not as appealing as Richard is, so I will have to settle for, Rick."

"You 'ave me all confused after that. I'll have to remember your-"

Joe picked that moment to interrupt them. "Who do you `ave backed into the corner Sav?"

"'aving several different names can get confusing even for me," Sav snorted and looked up at Joe. "Lacey Garrett, this is-"

"Mr. Elliott, it is a pleasure meeting you." Lacey smiled and held out her hand.

"The pleasure is..." Joe's voice trailed off as he took her hand and stared into her eyes. Uneasiness instantly crept into his stomach for the woman that tightly held his hand.

"I'm sure it is," she replied, gently removing her hand from his.

Sav glanced back and forth between them. "Trying to steal my date, Joe?"

"I `ave no idea what you mean," Joe said, still looking at Lacey.

"I believe Phil is trying to get your attention, Joe." Sav jerked his head in Phil's direction.

"Yeah, we...." Tearing his troubled gaze from Lacey to look at his friend, he said, "He wants my opinion on something we were workin' on last night. Well, I'll catch you later, right?"

Sav frowned at Joe's hard questioning look, not understanding the meaning behind it and made a mental note to ask him about it when they are the bus later. "Yeah...sure?"

When Joe left them, Lacey asked, "Why did you say I was your date?"

"To detour Joe away and leave us alone."

They sat in the same booth for hours, talking about the tour, traveling, the fans, the musical direction of the next album. Sav would ask question her about her life, to which Lacey gave him little information, only that she loved to travel and stay in places that suited her at that moment. Nevertheless, she always managed to turn the conversation back to his life and of the band. She easily picked up the small waver of frustration in his voice as she continued to be secretive about her life.

Around three o'clock AM, the bartender announced a call for last drinks. A collective groan from the few remaining fans and guests that were staying at the hotel rose from the around the room.

Sav looked around for his band mates, then remembered that each one had stopped by the table to say goodnight to them. "Well, looks like we are being booted out."

"I need to go anyway. It's late and I have kept you far to long," she said quickly, sliding from the booth and standing up.

Sav jumped to his feet to try and stop her from leaving. "You don't 'ave leave because the bar is closin'. We can continue talkin' in my room or...or the lobby...that is, if you are too tired to drive."

"Very straight forward aren't you?" Lacey smirked.

"Well I..."

"Not this time." Lacey smiled. "Besides, we hardly know each other."

"Not like I `aven't tried t'night either, you kept evading my questions!" Sav informed her, but not without a smirk of his own.

Lacey reached for her jacket that lay on the seat. "I can't tonight, besides I'm a grouch when I wake up."

"So is Joe. But `e insists on sleepin' in my room!" Sav tried to reason with her, anything to get her to stay the night with him.

"All the more reason for me not to stay," Lacey calmly informed him, while holding back the urge to take him up on his offer.

"I'd like to see you again," he blurted.

Lacey stepped closer and twined her fingers through his. "Walk with me to the front doors in the lobby."

"I really 'oped you would stay the night," Sav softly grumbled and reluctantly allowed her to pull him down the long hallway to the lobby.

Stopping a few feet from the gold trimmed and glass doors, Lacey waited for her driver to arrive. "Well, this is where we say goodnight."

"It doesn't `ave to be," Sav insisted as he squeezed her hand.

On impulse, she moved closer to him. Standing on her toes, she softly kissed his cheek; lingered longer than she should have. "Goodnight, Rick." Spinning on her heel, she strolled to the doors.

"Uh Lacey--when can I see you again?" Sav called after her.

Lacey looked over her shoulder to say, "Soon."

Before he could reply to that very familiar word, she was getting in the black limo. "Bye," he whispered, watching as it pulled away from the curb and into the night.
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