1998, L.A.

You’ve been Axl’s wife for 10 years now, knew him since the Hollywood Rose days. You were a beautiful singer, not a popular one, who always wanted to be in a rock band back then cause of him. Your favourite song to perform was Superstar by The Carpenters, cause it was dedicated to him. You have two kids, Emily and Louise, who are 8 and 6, Axl’s been nothing but loving, and protective of you and the kids, hell, he’s even got in fights with the paparazzi due to them making up rumours about you all.

It’s now 11pm, He’s going to fly back to your Malibu home, after some music business. You and the kids can’t wait. When one of the airport security confronted Axl about an object in his suitcase, which was a snowglobe you got him of the Statue of Liberty, when you went to New York a few years back. He lost it, and insulted the guard, causing a scene, and he got arrested.

You and the kids are on the couch, in blankets, eating candy and watching a tape of Beauty and the Beast, waiting eagerly for Axl to arrive back, when your telephone starts to ring, you shift closer to the coffee table and pick it up, to hear his soothing, deep voice on the other side. He sounds pissed, but ashamed.

“Hon, those fuckers got me arrested..tell the girls I love them, and I love you, so much, my rose petal.”