Axl's angry about something, but what was it about?
Stephanie Seymour. Some model chick that he was in a relationship with. I didn't know why, but I really didn't like her. I never spoke to her but every time she always looked or glanced at me, she would like evilly glare at me or something. I don’t know. I hoped she didn't get the wrong idea about me and Axl’s relationship because let’s face it, I’m not a home wrecker despite the fact I didn't like her to begin with. I just kept glancing at them. I couldn't hear what they were talking about, but they looked like they were in a conversation before I saw Axl face expression swiftly changed to cool calm and collected to pure anger. Stephanie was trying to calm him down it seemed but Axl just shook his head and stormed off into his room backstage. Stephanie looked a little frustrated as well as she walked off. I was just frozen solid as I held my drink. My heart sunk. I was worried about Axl. But I didn't want to go in there and ask him what was wrong because that’ll look like I was snooping. Which I kinda was. But still.
“Ch-Christina? Christina?! Ea-earth to Christina?”
I looked back at the guys seeing who was calling my name which was Slash who was sitting over their just laughing completely wasted.
“You alright?” Duff asked me.
“I’m good.” I lied.
“You sure? You looked a little out of it a few seconds ago.”
“Yeah, I’m great.” I said before taking a sip of my drink.
Duff nodded as they boys began to talk and drink, while I sat their quietly. I wasn't great at all. The image of Axl being so pissed off had me worried. I just kept wondering what was the problem.