Axl was no stranger to controversy, getting hate, being seen as “too much”, but all of that truly came from a place that no one had even tried to understand. Sure he’d have his “tantrums” and pre-show break downs, but it was only because he had a lot of unresolved issues that kind of had a lot to do with the way he acted. Before he met you, he could never deal with himself properly. But when he met you, and he confessed something’s to you, and described how he felt because of those things, you were able to help calm him down before shows.

Tonights show was no different from any other. Due to Axl’s anxiety, he was really in no mood to preform. He sat on the floor of his torn up dressing room, feeling fatigued in every way possible. His breathing was heavy, he had tears in his eyes, and you sat right next to him, rubbing his back in a calming manner. This was your life basically. You didn’t mind, all he really needs was someone he could trust, someone who just understood him. You did…in some ways, not all.

Axl: I…don’t think that I can go out there

He sniffed a few times as a few tears started to go down his cheek slowly. You could tell trays he really wasn’t feeling it, but he knew that he wasn’t gonna hear the end of it from his band mates, managers, etc. He just didn’t have it in him to go out and sing tonight, and normally he loved preforming. But what was he to really do? He was already late to tonights concert. It was just a lot on him.