Velvet Crowbar- Kurt Cobain

2- Strawberry Fields 4ever

Deadly Game made its radio debut on October 31st at 10:36 pm. Initially, the album saw a modest number of sales in its first few days, then paused briefly before resuming sales a week later. As expected, the album was met with disdain from housewives, but their "rebellious" children embraced it with enthusiasm.

as I meticulously painted my toenails, the phone interrupted my beauty routine. Balancing the handset between my shoulder and ear, I listened to Charlie's voice on the other end, and tried to keep my hands from flickering and not to get all the red color on my skin.

"Yes?"
"I made you an appointment."
"How old is he? at least 40?"
There was a pause and then we started talking again.

"Not that kind of date, I meant you're getting a radio interview in two weeks."
"What radio? "
"Americas New Idol-"The idea of being labeled an idol didn't sit well with me, "Fuck!" I accidentally spilled the nail polish jar,"Why?"
"I'm not mad at you, Idol? I'm not an Idol."
" Who cares? deal with it, I'll send you the invitation so you have all the information, but don't worry, I'll come with you."
"Oh Charlie, my knight, what would I do without you?"
"Fuck you,"
I blew him a kiss and hung up the phone, I liked the idea of going on radio, minus being interviewed, all the precedents I had already done seemed a bit too... invasive, y'know?

When the dark red polish dried I sat on the couch and zapped between the channels, I stopped at 57 or 58, I don't remember, and I watched some interviews with small grunge bands who had performed at a show the previous days. A woman with blond and unkempt hair had another woman of her age under her arm while the interviewer pointed the microphone at her mouth.

"How was tonight?"
"Kick ass!"
"Which band would you like to perform with the next time?"
The two stood and held back a giggle, then the blonde replied,
"Pixies... Maybe Nirvana."
The curly brunette next to her let a smile slip,
"Have you heard Lucy Heart's new album? Do you think she's making room for herself in this scene?"
"Maybe she has some potent-" The shortest one started but her friend interrupted her:
"Looks like a miss America with cocaine problems and a passion for cock-"
Fuck it, think about your regrowth and I'll think about my coke.

The interviewer took off the microphone from the two of them and walked away,
"Okay, that's enough... look! Screaming Trees' drummer!"
I turned off the TV in a bad mood and went to the bathroom, at midnight there was a party at some Dior model's house and I was invited.

When I got out of the taxi I lowered the jeans miniskirt that rose at every step i took and I tried to keep myself warm in the light brown fur that was too long on the arms. The party was on the sixth floor of a skyscraper and I could hear the music in front of the building.
The elevator was bigger than average and quite cold, the doors were closing but from a distance I heard a male voice screaming:
"Keep them open, please!"

I waved my hand at the entrance of the metal box and a boy rushed inside, his long brown hair ruffled and his face was red, maybe for the embarrassment or maybe for a run. He was holding a bottle of gin in his hands, and his shirt had the cover of Strawberry Fields Forever on the front.

He noticed my gaze on his chest and tried to justify:
"I had a balck shirt.. it got dirty.. I ran to cha-change.." Between one word and another he tried to catch his breath.
"A Hard Day's Night is better"
He smiled at me and leaned against the icy wall,
"You too at the uh party..." He tried to break the ice
"Yes, is it your first time?"
"How can you tell? It's the shirt-"
"No one ever brings drinks, but the shirt is cool you'll look great," I winked at him and he laughed looking at bottle.

Been

The elevator doors opened, the music and the voices became louder, the boy and I went out together and I put my left arm around his shoulders and I put my right hand to him, ready to shake his.

"Lucy, and you are?"
"Dave" he took my hand,
"Nice to meet you Dave"
"Nice to meet you too Lucy... Heart?"
"Bingo!"

The rest of the evening passed normally, to be a high class party, Dave and I separated shortly after our arrival but every now and then I saw him out of the corner of my eye and we exchanged some smiles.
To keep me company besides the little rock stars and super models there was a fundamental part of my life: coke and rum.
Yeah, alcohol rum, no, not coke to drink.
I'm talking about the coke that made my nose pinch.

Hi there,I know this is pretty short...
Soo.. i think this isn't the best i wrote so far but let me know