Penny sauntered into living room like the cat that got the cream. "What are you looking so pleased about?" asked her best friend, Belinda. "My ticket came in the post this morning." she answered, grinning like a mad woman. "Golden Circle, right under Jon's nose!" She was over the moon. Penny had been a fan of Bon Jovi since she had first heard "Runaway" all those years ago. She had got up early the day the new album, "Have A Nice Day" was released and was at the store before it was even opened. The shop assistant must have thought she was nuts, standing there at 9.00 in the morning, but she was determined to get her hands on it as soon as possible. As soon as she had got home, she put it in the stereo and turned up the volume, then spotted a little card inside the cd box. "Exclusive Golden Circle Tickets" it said at the top. Penny read through and at the bottom was a phone number. She rushed over to the cd player and hit pause, grabbed her phone and card out of her bag and shaking, dialled the number. It was an automated voice, so she pressed all the right buttons and input her card details. After writing down a few details, she hung up the phone a hit speed dial to ring Belinda to tell her what she had just done. "You're crazy" she exclaimed. "Jovi crazy" joked Penny. This was last September and now it was June.
"I still can't believe you're going all on your own, and to a rock concert." Belinda said, with concern etched in her face. "It's going to be fine, hon. There has never been any trouble at a Bon Jovi concert in their entire history." "I know, but it's the travelling all by yourself, I'm not going to sleep all night worrying about you, until you ring and tell me you're home, safe and sound."
Belinda had been her friend for sixteen years. They had met at school, when Belinda had moved to Oxford from Northampton, after her father had died. They were inseparable from day one, although Bell, as she was affectionately known, had never quite understood what Penny had seen in all those long haired rock bands of the 80s. She had a particular fixation with Bon Jovi, especially Jon, the lead singer of the band. Even Bell had to secretly admit to herself, he was sexy. With that blond hair and piercing blue eyes, he was enough to make a girls legs turn to jelly.
"You're such a worry-wart!" laughed Penny, flashing her perfect white teeth. Bell punched her playfully on the arm. "Just don't go off with anyone and ring me if anything is wrong." Penny rubbed her arm, and faked a childish voice and fluttered her long, silky eyelashes, "I promise, Mummy" she said. "Get outta here, you little cow!" Bell laughed, just missing another punch on her best mates arm. Penny just spun round, blew Bell a kiss, and as she was waking out, called back, "I'll ring you later when I finish work, babe. Love ya!" "Take care, honey!" she called after her.
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Penny slid behind the wheel of her mini, started the engine, and hit the play button on the cd player. The opening bars of Have A Nice Day poured out of the speakers. She smiled to herself, closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the head rest, letting the music wash over her. Richie strummed the notes perfectly while Dave and Tico added their touches to the song. Jon's sexy voice followed...
Why, you wanna tell me how to live my life?
Who, are you to tell me if it's black or white?
Mama, can you hear me? Try to understand.
Is innocence the difference between a boy and a man.
My daddy lived a lie, it's just the price that he paid
Sacrificed his life, just slaving away.
Oh, if there's one thing I hang onto,
That gets me through the night.
I ain't gonna do what I don't want to,
I'm gonna live my life.
Shining like a diamond,
Rolling with the dice,
Standing on the ledge
Show the wind how to fly.
When the world gets in my face,
I say, Have A Nice Day.
She loved this song, and could relate to it on so many levels. It was one of those songs that no matter how low you felt, this was guaranteed to make you feel like you were on top of the world. She checked all around her and pulled out. "Another Day, Another Dollar." she thought to herself. The windows came down and the music went up. "If I've got to sit in this fucking traffic I'd better make myself at home." she muttered under her breath.
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Jon woke up to the sound of Richie, Dave and Tico pounding on his hotel room door. "Hey, asshole!" hollered Richie, "Get your lazy butt outta bed!" "Fuck off"! Jon shouted back, with that the door burst open, and they all shoved their way through the doorway. "Come on, Jonny-Boy." Tico said, chucking a pillow at him, which he grabbed, and shoved under his head, "Thanks bro, didn't know you cared." Dave picked up the phone and ordered room service, a full English breakfast, fresh orange juice and coffee. Hanging up, he sat on the bed, while Tico opened the curtains. Jon just pulled the duvet over his head, trying to block out the light. "Oh no you don't", said Richie, pulling the duvet off his head. "Man, I'm getting too old for this shit." Jon mumbled, yawned and stretched. "Not old, Just older..." the other three sang in unison. Jon shoved his fingers in his ears as they carried on singing.
There was a knock at the door, and Tico went to open it. It was room service with their breakfast. A trolley was wheeled in, over-flowing with sausages, bacon, eggs, toast, fruit, pancakes, freshly squeezed orange juice and fresh-ground coffee. Richie tipped the young woman, who looked as if all her birthdays had come at once. Once she had left, Jon sat up, while Tico and Dave set the food on the table and Richie poured the coffee and handed Jon a cup. "Here ya go, bud," he said. "Cheers," Jon replied, taking a deep draw from the steaming cup. "Bottoms up," answered Richie, with a terrible English accent. "So boss, What's the plan for today?" asked Tico. They were in Glasgow, having travelled from Stade De Suisse, Bern, late last night, for the final leg of their current tour. "We've got a few hours before we have to go for a photo-shoot, then rehearsals til 6.00, then the night is ours, boys." answered Jon. "although I have to ring Dot at some point and check on the kids." Since the divorce, he had tried to spend as much time as the tour would allow with his kids. They needed him now more than ever, especially as Dorothea had introduced another man to them before the ink on the divorce papers had dried. He had written "Have A Nice Day" and "Novocaine" about the divorce and how hurt he felt when he found out about the affair with Brendan. Not that he was surprised. With all the commitments he had with the band and Soul, amongst other things, he was away from home a lot the last two years of their marriage. They had simply grown apart, but that didn't stop it from hurting when he thought of him in their bed whenever he was away from home.
"Sure, no problem, bro, we''ll get out of your way when it's time," Tico said. They all knew how Jon was feeling. All four of them had gone through a divorce in the last 18 months, and it had brought them closer than ever before. Jon rose from the bed and slipped on the complementary white robe with the hotel crest on the left breast, and joined the rest of them at the table.
After they had polished off every single morsel of food and drink, Jon got up to take a shower. He stood under the water for what seemed like hours, letting the hot water wash off all the tension from the last few months, and enjoying the sensation of the heat on his skin. He shampooed and soaped himself and when he was done, cleaned his teeth and slid on some faded blue jeans and a black turtle-neck sweater. Even for early June, it was a bit windy outside and Jon had no time to get 'flu now. They still had the rest of the tour to do, he could get sick after.
Checking himself in the mirror one last time, and hanging up the damp towel, he went back into the bedroom where the rest of the band where waiting for him. "Feelin' better?" asked Dave. "Yeah, much, thanks. It's amazing what good company, good food, a good nights sleep and a hot shower can do for a guy." Jon answered. "Amen to that!" laughed Richie. "Well, let's get this fucking photo-shoot outta the way," said Tico, rolling his eyes. "As if they haven't got enough photos of our ugly mugs!" "Speak for yourself, asshole!" Jon said, punching him on the arm.
"I still can't believe you're going all on your own, and to a rock concert." Belinda said, with concern etched in her face. "It's going to be fine, hon. There has never been any trouble at a Bon Jovi concert in their entire history." "I know, but it's the travelling all by yourself, I'm not going to sleep all night worrying about you, until you ring and tell me you're home, safe and sound."
Belinda had been her friend for sixteen years. They had met at school, when Belinda had moved to Oxford from Northampton, after her father had died. They were inseparable from day one, although Bell, as she was affectionately known, had never quite understood what Penny had seen in all those long haired rock bands of the 80s. She had a particular fixation with Bon Jovi, especially Jon, the lead singer of the band. Even Bell had to secretly admit to herself, he was sexy. With that blond hair and piercing blue eyes, he was enough to make a girls legs turn to jelly.
"You're such a worry-wart!" laughed Penny, flashing her perfect white teeth. Bell punched her playfully on the arm. "Just don't go off with anyone and ring me if anything is wrong." Penny rubbed her arm, and faked a childish voice and fluttered her long, silky eyelashes, "I promise, Mummy" she said. "Get outta here, you little cow!" Bell laughed, just missing another punch on her best mates arm. Penny just spun round, blew Bell a kiss, and as she was waking out, called back, "I'll ring you later when I finish work, babe. Love ya!" "Take care, honey!" she called after her.
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Penny slid behind the wheel of her mini, started the engine, and hit the play button on the cd player. The opening bars of Have A Nice Day poured out of the speakers. She smiled to herself, closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the head rest, letting the music wash over her. Richie strummed the notes perfectly while Dave and Tico added their touches to the song. Jon's sexy voice followed...
Why, you wanna tell me how to live my life?
Who, are you to tell me if it's black or white?
Mama, can you hear me? Try to understand.
Is innocence the difference between a boy and a man.
My daddy lived a lie, it's just the price that he paid
Sacrificed his life, just slaving away.
Oh, if there's one thing I hang onto,
That gets me through the night.
I ain't gonna do what I don't want to,
I'm gonna live my life.
Shining like a diamond,
Rolling with the dice,
Standing on the ledge
Show the wind how to fly.
When the world gets in my face,
I say, Have A Nice Day.
She loved this song, and could relate to it on so many levels. It was one of those songs that no matter how low you felt, this was guaranteed to make you feel like you were on top of the world. She checked all around her and pulled out. "Another Day, Another Dollar." she thought to herself. The windows came down and the music went up. "If I've got to sit in this fucking traffic I'd better make myself at home." she muttered under her breath.
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Jon woke up to the sound of Richie, Dave and Tico pounding on his hotel room door. "Hey, asshole!" hollered Richie, "Get your lazy butt outta bed!" "Fuck off"! Jon shouted back, with that the door burst open, and they all shoved their way through the doorway. "Come on, Jonny-Boy." Tico said, chucking a pillow at him, which he grabbed, and shoved under his head, "Thanks bro, didn't know you cared." Dave picked up the phone and ordered room service, a full English breakfast, fresh orange juice and coffee. Hanging up, he sat on the bed, while Tico opened the curtains. Jon just pulled the duvet over his head, trying to block out the light. "Oh no you don't", said Richie, pulling the duvet off his head. "Man, I'm getting too old for this shit." Jon mumbled, yawned and stretched. "Not old, Just older..." the other three sang in unison. Jon shoved his fingers in his ears as they carried on singing.
There was a knock at the door, and Tico went to open it. It was room service with their breakfast. A trolley was wheeled in, over-flowing with sausages, bacon, eggs, toast, fruit, pancakes, freshly squeezed orange juice and fresh-ground coffee. Richie tipped the young woman, who looked as if all her birthdays had come at once. Once she had left, Jon sat up, while Tico and Dave set the food on the table and Richie poured the coffee and handed Jon a cup. "Here ya go, bud," he said. "Cheers," Jon replied, taking a deep draw from the steaming cup. "Bottoms up," answered Richie, with a terrible English accent. "So boss, What's the plan for today?" asked Tico. They were in Glasgow, having travelled from Stade De Suisse, Bern, late last night, for the final leg of their current tour. "We've got a few hours before we have to go for a photo-shoot, then rehearsals til 6.00, then the night is ours, boys." answered Jon. "although I have to ring Dot at some point and check on the kids." Since the divorce, he had tried to spend as much time as the tour would allow with his kids. They needed him now more than ever, especially as Dorothea had introduced another man to them before the ink on the divorce papers had dried. He had written "Have A Nice Day" and "Novocaine" about the divorce and how hurt he felt when he found out about the affair with Brendan. Not that he was surprised. With all the commitments he had with the band and Soul, amongst other things, he was away from home a lot the last two years of their marriage. They had simply grown apart, but that didn't stop it from hurting when he thought of him in their bed whenever he was away from home.
"Sure, no problem, bro, we''ll get out of your way when it's time," Tico said. They all knew how Jon was feeling. All four of them had gone through a divorce in the last 18 months, and it had brought them closer than ever before. Jon rose from the bed and slipped on the complementary white robe with the hotel crest on the left breast, and joined the rest of them at the table.
After they had polished off every single morsel of food and drink, Jon got up to take a shower. He stood under the water for what seemed like hours, letting the hot water wash off all the tension from the last few months, and enjoying the sensation of the heat on his skin. He shampooed and soaped himself and when he was done, cleaned his teeth and slid on some faded blue jeans and a black turtle-neck sweater. Even for early June, it was a bit windy outside and Jon had no time to get 'flu now. They still had the rest of the tour to do, he could get sick after.
Checking himself in the mirror one last time, and hanging up the damp towel, he went back into the bedroom where the rest of the band where waiting for him. "Feelin' better?" asked Dave. "Yeah, much, thanks. It's amazing what good company, good food, a good nights sleep and a hot shower can do for a guy." Jon answered. "Amen to that!" laughed Richie. "Well, let's get this fucking photo-shoot outta the way," said Tico, rolling his eyes. "As if they haven't got enough photos of our ugly mugs!" "Speak for yourself, asshole!" Jon said, punching him on the arm.
3 comments:
hey! i just wanted to say that thaks to tara, i've started reading your story...so far so good!!! love the visual of jonny all soaped up!!! looking forward to the rest!!!
AJ
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