Bed of Roses | By : Linz Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Bon Jovi Views: 1997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Bon Jovi. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
About an hour into the show Jon was in the same place as when Richie first walked out there. Richie was doing an awesome job. He kept glancing over at Jon every so often and Jon would just smile and nod. It was almost as if Richie was seeking approval from his lover, something he had unconditionally.
~*~
About three quarters of the way through the show Richie let the band take a break and it was just him and his acoustic on stage with one spot light.
“I would just like to thank y’all for coming, and since y’all have been an awesome audience I have a little surprise I think y’all may enjoy.” The audience roared. “You guys wanna guess who it is? I’ll give you a few hints. He’s got blond hair, he’s from Jersey, he’s my best friend and maybe y’all can persuade him to join me on stage for a song.” The crowd has already begun to go nuts. “I would like to introduce…and try and keep it down because he’s got a killer hangover…Jon Bon Jovi.”
Jon came out on stage smiling shades in place over his eyes. He and Richie embraced in a manly handshake hug. Richie whispered in his ear, “How’s your headache now Jonny?”
“I’ll get you back; we’ll see who’s cryin’ tomorrow.”
They broke apart and waved to the crowd. Jon was handed his acoustic and he and Richie shared a nod. The two of them on a dimly lit stage did a sing-along version of “Dead or Alive.” When the song ended and Richie walked over to the roadie to change guitars Jon sat down on Richie’s stool. Richie had no idea what Jon was up to, but he knew it was something.
“Alright,” Jon said to the crowd, “Richie has no idea what I’m doing, so he is in the dark as much as you guys are. First I think I need to recognize along with all of you how great Richie’s doing up here.” The crowd cheered. “To all of you Richie may be an “Undiscovered Soul” but myself, Tico and David have always known his incredible talent and I’m glad you all now see it too. Let’s give it up one more time for Richie Sambora,” Jon yelled. The crowd chanted, “Rich-ie, Rich-ie” Jon and Richie smiled at each other.
“Thank you Jonny, that means a lot. But I got one question, what the hell are you doing sitting on MY stage JB,” Richie asked in a false annoyed tone.
“See how big his head’s getting, now it’s HIS stage, forgetting the little people in life, shame shame,” Jon said joking around and laughing. He turned to the audience and asked, “Well I thought I would give you all a sneak peak on a song I’ve been throwing around in my head today?” The crowd roared, “Alright, Rich, you’re gonna have to sit this one out,” Jon said with a wink, then turned back to the audience, “Remember this is something I’ve barely written down it is very much a work in progress so you gotta bare with me on it.” Jon began to play and with his eyes closed began to sing,
“Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano,
tryin hard to capture the moment, but I don’t know,
a bottle of vodka’s still lodged in my head…”
Richie chuckled about the bottle of vodka, and realized this song was about last night. He listed to the rest captivated, it was absolutely beautiful. Richie was so touched and it took everything in him to keep his emotions in check. Jon got up and gave a wave to the audience.
Richie came over gave him another manly hug then whispered in his ear, “Thank you.”
Jon whispered back, “I love you.” He then proceeded off the stage to watch the rest of the show from the wings.
As Richie’s band made their way back out on to the stage on of the guys patted Jon’s back and said, “Man, you got one lucky girl.” Jon just nodded and smiled. He thought to himself, ‘nope no girl, just Richie, his Richie, and he was the lucky one.’
~*~
"Come back out with me," Richie asked Jon in a rush of breath still on his high from performing.
"No," Jon said firmly, "they are screaming for you. Give them what they want." Richie nodded then returned to the stage for his encore.
Once on stage Richie said to his fans, "Thank you guys. Sorry it took me a few minutes to get back out here. I was trying to talk Jon into coming back out with me. As you all can see I was unsuccessful. Maybe y'all can convince him to join me for the last song." The crowd roared.
Jon waited a few moments then walked onto the stage shaking his head and pointing at Richie.
"You play dirty," Jon said under his breath.
Richie smirked and replied, "Don't ya know it."
"Ok Mr. Sambora, now that you've got me out here, do you have any plans?"
"Raise Your Hands," Richie asked. The crowd response was enough to tell them that was the one. Richie started on his electric guitar and Jon started jumping around.
When they were finished they walked out together, had towels thrown at them and Jon followed Richie to the waiting limo. Richie held the door open for Jon to get in the limo then followed him in.
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