Axl had already stopped the show multiple times to tell people to stop throwing shit but no one fucking listens. It drives him insane. As he was singing the song You Could Be Mine he was jumping around the stand and grinding on the microphone stand every once in awhile. "Well I'm a cold heartbreaker meant to kill and I'll rip your heart in two! And I'll leave you on the bed!" Axl sang while swaying his hips and body to the sounds of the bass and drums. His hand was firmly clenched around the microphone to keep.

As he spun around grasping the microphone and ripping it off the stand he looked at the crowd. "Well I'll be out the door before you wake it's nothi—" His words were cut off when he saw a beer can go flying and hit someone in the head. So of course he snapped. "Hey hey! Whoever the fuck threw that get them the fuck out of here!!" Axl said as he stormed over to the edge of the stage to get to the person who was hit.

Axl and the security guards helped them on stage and the lead singer wrapped his arm around their arm. "Since you guys don't know how to fucking listen the shows over!!" The singer said. It wasn't uncommon for him to leave abruptly but his audience pissed him off badly sometimes. Axl carefully lead the fan to the backstage area to get checked out.