“Yo Slasher!” I yelled as I climbed out of the car, dragging my suitcase out behind me before shutting the door on that god awful song, ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’ as if I need reminding! Slash turned and grinned beneath those damn shades; I leaned down to look through the open window to address my parents. “Thanks for bringing me up here, love you guys” I said before standing up managing to avoid the lipstick kiss my mom tried to put on my cheek “I hope it all works and you’re all friends again soon” dad said leaning over mom and shaking my hand “Yes, I wish you the best of luck sweetheart, please behave yourself” mom said, I groaned, my face going slightly red as I heard Slash snigger behind me, “Mom, I’m 47, not 4 I know how to behave” I had refrain from snapping at her, trying to sound like a sensible adult but ended up sounding like a whining teenager “Well, do it then, we’ll watch the show every night and if you show us up in any way at all there’ll be hell to pay when you get home” she warned, “Yeh I know! I’ll see you guys at the end of this program thing, ok?” I said, “You’ll write to us everyday” mom said, I moaned “Mom, if you’re watching then you don’t need to be written to” knowing I sounded more childish by the moment, the song had now changed from ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’, to ‘Paradise City’ “Every day Michael! I love you, goodbye,” she told me, “Bye love you both” I muttered stepping back, turning and walking to the gates, as the car drove away and Slash, Matt and Steve all fell apart laughing at me.
“Shut up, no one in there finds out about that!” I snapped gesturing past the gate, they just laughed even harder, I ran a hand through my blond now short hair but still long enough to fluff up like I used to, “Yeh Michael, be good, don’t embarrass your mom!” Slash said, still smirking “Shut the fuck up!” I snapped again, the ‘Shut up!’ resulted with Steve having to put his penny’s worth in “Mike, that is disgusting language!” he said before Matt joined in as well “Yeh, how would you like it if we told your mom!” all three of them burst out laughing again, well I suppose it was a merry way to start the reunion. At my expense. “Duff that was hilarious! All my mom did was say she’ll come and pick me up!” Slash said grinning. I picked up my suitcase glaring at them “That doesn’t get mentioned again! And no one in here finds out about it!” I snapped, walking through the gate and up to the officials that waved me over “Name?” they asked, sounding bored, I frowned, it may be a shit job but you could be polite! “Duff” I answered before they said “Band?” “Guns N’ Roses” I answered, “Tent 51,” they said, handing me this thing, basically a dog tag necklace with a 51 carved into the back of the tag and Guns N’ Roses carved into the front “Before you go, are you carrying any drugs or concealed weapons?” the slightly more friendly faced one asked, I shook my head “No weapons and unless you’re gonna count backi as a drug then no” I answered “Do I have to wear this thing all the time?” I asked, gesturing to the necklace, they nodded before turning away from me to deal with Slash “Right, cheers, real helpful” I muttered sarcastically turning away, Matt, Steve and Slash all had to go through the same procedure.
“You know where tent 51 is?” I asked as we set off into the camp surrounded by white marquee type tents all numbered with different band logos on, “No, but I didn’t dare ask” Slash answered, I grinned at him he had his top hat on top of his curls again with his shades, looking just like he had when the band started, all of us did, well Matt and Steve looked a bit more muscular then they had. From what I had seen in the news of Axl and Izzy they had changed almost beyond recognition, especially Axl. My wandering eyes hit someone I knew “Hey, isn’t that James Hetfield from Metallica?” I said, pointing at the guy I had seen, after a moment Slash nodded “Yeh, maybe he knows where our tent is, James!” he said then yelled as James looked up and grinned coming over to us “Slash, Duff, I ain’t seen you in ages! What’s up? You look kinda lost,” he said “Yeh cause, we kinda are, do you know where tent 51 is?” I said, “Right in front of ya” he grinned, “Cheers” I said, feeling foolish, as I hadn’t recognised our logo. Slash smiled slightly at James then muttered “Come on lets go” we all nodded and carried on “I really don’t like that prick” Slash muttered “Why?” I asked smiling still, “All our worst concerts were when Axl was fucking around with him” he answered, glancing around “In what context was Axl fucking may I ask?” Steve put in and we all started laughing as we entered the tent. Out of the corner of my eye I swear I saw Izzy and Axl leave the tent, looking around I noted we had name tags on the beds, I was next to Slash, Matt and Steve were next to each other and Axl and Izzy had been put together.
God it was gonna be awkward when they turned up, but they had already been here, their stuff was on their beds. So it must have been them that I saw, heaving my suitcase onto my bed I sat down facing Slash “It is gonna be fucking weird when they turn up” he said nodding towards Izzy and Axl’s beds, “Well, not with Izzy, it’s just gonna be awkward with Axl” I reasoned, feeling I had to defend Izzy.