It was only 8 PM, and you couldn’t fucking do this anymore.

Axl Rose, the supposed “rock god”, had stormed off the stage in the middle of a concert without any shame all because something had mildly pissed him off and now you had to be the one responsible to hold up with his bullshit.

The other band members just continued to do whatever the hell they wanted on stage, and you found yourself backstage with a pissed-off Axl. Not that you weren’t, either.

“Goddammit, what do you want?!” he cried.