2015
Few modern day rock bands that you actually found yourself to enjoy, but Steel Panther? You loved them. They were unapologetic, they were raw, and they played great. They may had been a little inappropriate, but so what? They were still cool. And on top of that, you had plans to meet Satchel backstage. Sure, you wanted to meet the other band members if you had the chance. But Satchel was your favorite, and on top of that, you had a big crush on him.
At the concert, you were having the time of your life. The show was loud, live, and authentic. One thing you noticed was just about all the women were showing their breasts, since lead singer Micheal Starr, shouted it out to the audience. You were pretty drunk, and figured that you only lived once, so you went along with it.
After the show, you managed to find away to sneak backstage, with full intent of going to Satchel’s dressing room. The idea of groupie culture was definitely dead by this point in time. But that didn’t mean that the band wasn’t looking forward to getting girls after their shows.
Once you made it to the inside of his dressing room, you seen him sitting down, trying to catch his breath from being on stage for so long. His guitar was lying on the floor, and there was sweat on his muscular arms, and forehead, since he took his iconic headband off. He looked over at you, who was standing at the doorway with a starstruck expression.
Satchel: Who are you?
He asked puzzled, but when he looked you up and down, with his eyes lingered over your top for a minute. He recognized you from the crowed when you showed your breasts.
Satchel: ohh, wait, you were the chick with the nice tits in the audience tonight
He said in a matter of fact tone. He quickly changed his look of suspicion , to a sly smirk instead. Though, many women did what you did in the audience, there was something about you that just stood out the most to him. He couldn’t call security just yet. He wanted at get to know you a little bit, along with your assets that you had to offer first.