"Avril Lavigne is in the top 10 in pop music this week."
Avril frowned as she watched the news on MTV. "Pop?" She asked herself. "When the fuck did my music become pop?"
She decided she'd watched too much MTV. Instead, she thought she should go online and check her site out. Once there, she noticed many people dissing her and comparing her to Britney Spears. She slowly became furious. "I'm not like Britney Spears damnit!" She whined, turning off her computer.
She lay on her bed, trying to calm down. She was fed up with it all. She never wanted to come across like a pop slut like Britney or Christina. She thought she'd made her mark. Singing "skater boi" was meant to show she wasn't into that bubble gum crap that Britney and Christina sing about.
Just then the telephone rang.
"Hello?" Avril answered sounding frustrated.
"Yes Ms. Lavigne, your ticket for the Aerosmith and Rolling Stones concert has arrived." It was Avril's butler.
Avril rose from the bed and couldn't help but smile. "Yes! Thank you. Just bring them up to my room."
She hung up the phone and jumped up, laughing and singing Aerosmith's "Crazy."
"I go crazy! Baby! I go Crazy!" She sang loudly until she heard the knock on her door. Her butler stood there holding the ticket in a small white envelope.
"Here you go Ms. Lavigne."
"Thank you!" She said happily, grabbing the ticket and shutting her door once again. She held her ticket by her heart and sighed. Finally she'd be able to hear good rock music not like what was out there today on the radio.
She was glad to see that her VIP status had delivered on front row seats as well as backstage passes to meet the guys from Aerosmith and the Rolling Stones. The two big acts were doing a concert together for only one night and Avril would be part of it. She'd been a fan since she was a small child and now she'd finally be able to get away from all the shit she'd had to put up with.
"I bet Britney Spears never goes to an Aerosmith or Rolling Stone's concert," Avril said out loud kissing the ticket.
* * *
The night of the concert came quickly. Avril put on a short red wig to disguise her appearance. She told her bodyguards she wanted to go alone so she could have some fun. They said they'd wait outside for her until she was finished.
Avril looked very different in her red wig. She was relieved people didn't recognize her. Wearing a pair of tight leather pants and a tiny white tee that read, "rock n roll" with a black guitar printed on, she felt she finally belonged.
She waited in line just like everyone else and then made her way up front to get her seat. After the sound check and all the important things that go on before a concert, Avril felt her heart racing. The first band to play was Aerosmith. She stood up and sang to all her favorite Aerosmith tunes.
She noticed Steven Tyler, the singer of Aerosmith eyeing her and winking at her. "Does he know who I am?" Avril thought. She had to admit he looked really sexy for a guy his age. The way he moved made her blush. The way he sang made her wet.
After Aerosmith came the Rolling Stones, another one of Avril's favorite bands. She watched Mick Jagger swaying sensuously to the beat. His trademark lips were as sexy in person as in a video. Avril clapped and sang along as well to the songs she knew. When they began to sing "Start Me Up," she went crazy dancing and moving her body around. She noticed Jagger kept eyeing her too. He even moved the microphone to her so she could sing along with him! Avril was quivering with excitement as she sang along with Mick.
"Thank you all very much, and young lady let me tell you, you got one hell of a voice," Mick complimented Avril after their sing along.
The entire crowd cheered and clapped until the Rolling Stones were finally off the stage. Avril made her way quickly towards the back. A ball tall and bald security guy stood by the door.
"Excuse me, where do you think you're going?" He asked sternly.
"I've got backstage passes!" Avril argued.
The guard took a quick glance at the passes and nodded. "Alright go on."
Avril made her way through the door and the narrow hallway. She could hear voices and laughter. She knew they probably had groupies back there but she didn't care. She just wanted to meet the guys from the band.
She walked by one room and a few Aerosmith band members were there with some groupies. She didn't want to interrupt them, so she continued walking. Passing another room, she again saw more groupies but this time they were with the Rolling Stones. One young blonde girl sat on Keith Richards lap. He was smoking pot, paying little attention to the groupie. Avril rolled her eyes and continued walking.
"Excuse me. What are you doing back here?" Avril froze when she heard that voice. It was Steven Tyler!
She slowly turned around and looked embarrassed. "H-hi Steve," she stammered. Tyler poked his head out of a small room
"Hello there, young lady. But no one calls me Steve. Officially, it's Steven. My mates call me Stevie. Care to join me and Mick for some drinks? Then you could qualify as one of me mates."
Avril nodded and walked towards the small room . It had a big bed covered with pillows and a few leather chairs. She walked in and saw Mick Jagger combing his hair in front of a lit mirror.
"Hey she's the one that sang with me. She's got a voice on her, I tell you," Mick said sweetly.
Avril walked in with her arms crossed. "Please have a seat," Steve said removing some of his shirts off a leather chair.
Avril slowly sat down and couldn't move. She was in shock that she was actually face to face with Steven Tyler and Mick Jagger.
"You're awfully quiet," Steven said.
"I-I'm sorry, it's just that I'm so happy to be here," Avril admitted. Despite her own success, in this moment she felt just like a little girl in Nappanee again, in awe of these singers.
Mick and Steven laughed. Tyler handed her what seemed to look like a dark soda. Avril put it up against her nose and smelled the strong alcohol in it. She sipped it anyway and almost choked on it.
"Are you ok?" Mick asked.
"Y-yes," Avril said, controlling her coughing.
Steve scoffed and handed her a bottle of water. "Here you go. I'm sorry; I guess I made that too strong for you."
Avril tried not to look like such a child. "No you didn't, it's just that I haven't drunk in such a long time," she lied.
Steven eyed her curiously and looked at her hair. "That's not your real hair is it, little one?"