1987.

You were a fan of rock music and its subgenres—That's why since 1982 you began your career as a solo musician and it went incredibly well. You always held high positions with other well-known bands.

You started when you were only 17 years old and now you are 22 years old. You continue working on your projects, you continue to be recognized and many more things...

In this year a band called "Guns N' Roses" became popular enough, the songs are good... Although, they really make you sick.

The song "Welcome To The Jungle" or "Sweet Child O' Mine" always played and made you sick. But that didn't mean that you were fed up with the members, in fact... You had constant interaction with some—Saul Hudson, or rather Slash.

The first time you took the time to get to know him was when you saw him at one of his shows in a bar with his band—You noticed that they weren't that beginner at what they did, in fact they sounded good.

You became friends with Slash instantly, he seemed like a sweet and shy boy, while you were a person who had a strong and marked spirit, but you were both the same age.

In return, you asked in a somewhat discreet way to have a drink or two with Slash—Alone. They got along great, and from then on they are friends.

You had met him in 1985 and now it is 1987, time had passed so quickly that the sweet and shy Saul was now a flirtatious and slightly daring Slash—You liked that, you weren't going to lie.

After an exhausting concert, you went to your dressing room. You were instantly surprised to see those curls and that smile in your dressing room, it was Slash—How the hell did that boy get into your dressing room? You didn't know, you just approached him, gently took off the coat you were wearing and you threw it at him with a funny smile.

—"Well... Since you're here... Clean that up, kid."

You told him that with a small laugh.

—"Do you look like I'm your servant?"

He answered you, laughing too.