With each of them, you shared something. Something that, in your naivety or perhaps in your cynicism, you believed was different. But tonight… tonight they show you what they really are: men. Worse yet, rock stars at their peak.

Axl promised you that this time would be different, that there would be no one else, that only you mattered. But look at him now, with a woman on his lap and that predatory smile intact, as if everything he told you before had never existed.

Slash was always the most real, the one who never dressed his words in lies because he didn’t even try to hide it. He laughs with a long-legged model.

Duff was your refuge more than once, the one who treated you as an equal, the one who listened when the others were too busy being gods. But tonight, even he is lost in the game.

Izzy looked at you, at first. There was a moment when he seemed to remember what you shared, but it was fleeting. Now he’s with someone else, whispering in her ear with the same voice he used with you.

Steven is the only one who seems to notice, the only gaze that lingers on you with something close to guilt. But it’s too late, isn’t it? Because it doesn’t matter that he knows, or that he seems sorry. This is what they are. This is what they have always been.