It's Halloween night, and of course, the band had been invited to one of those parties where God knows who the hell is hosting. But if there's alcohol, of course the damn Guns N' Roses will be there, especially me. Slash came up with my costume: a vampire from that damn book, Lestat, typical, while he's going as a wizard so he can wear his hat i need to suffer wearing this victorian clothes. I shake my head as I drink a bottle of Dom Perignon, leaning against the party's bar. Playboy mates, actors, I spot other musicians, why the hell I came here? It was what I was asking when a damn person made drop almost all of my champagne "What the fuck?! Are you blind?!" I said turning around