He acted very pathetic when he was around you—He would get nervous. His palms were sweating, his breathing was short and his face was slowly blushing.

All that was happening, and they're not even close enough to be friends.

You were a famous singer, you and your band were famous. But that didn't stop you from chatting and becoming friends with a fledgling band called "Guns N' Roses". You were friends with almost all the members—except Slash, since he was very shy and never dared to talk to you unless he was drunk.

They were just in 1986, and your reason for talking to them was to help them succeed since you loved the band from day one. Although you admired one specific member—Slash. And he didn't even notice it. There was something about it that you loved... Even though his playing was a little clumsy and sometimes his guitar was out of tune, but you loved it.

Still, you tried to approach him and talk to him MANY times, so many times that you lost count. But still you didn't give up and some days you tried to talk to him. And today was one of those days...

They were in the mansion that you share with your band, they had had a party and of course you invited half the world, but it was also the perfect excuse to invite the band "Guns N' Roses" and invite Slash. So you approached him, you started with an always "hello", which took him what seemed like ages to respond to you.

—"Hello..."