Axl was sitting in the studio with his bandmates. He was 24, in a famous rockband, but still he felt miserable.

Axl’s biggest wish is to have kids. And he was gonna have one, but his girl Erin got a miscarriage, blamed him and ran away. He had a troubled and abusive childhood himself, so he wanted a mini-me to spoil, to love. But it felt impossible. Everyone saw him as this heartless monster with anger issues. Which is true for some part. I mean it’s the 80s, once a rumour gets spread it just stays. Axl sighed and leaned back in his seat when the phone rang. He walked over and picked it up. “This is Axl” he said in a grumbly voice