1988

You love Guns n’ Roses. A lot. It was only a matter of time before you bought concert tickets for their Appetite For Destruction tour. Leading you to present day.

You’d just gotten to the venue. Stepping inside was like stepping into a whole new world. The concert would begin in an hour, so you happily found yourself a spot towards the front.

The moment the concert started was probably the best moment of your life. But nothing could’ve beat what would happen half an hour into the concert.

See, you sort of had this thing for Izzy Stradlin. I mean, would you look at him? That quiet, mysteriousness really couldn’t be passed over. It was hot, man. It was really hot. And it left you staring all concert. That was— until someone special realized it.

“Hey man, that girl’s been staring at Izzy all fuckin’ concert” Axl chuckled into the mic, for the whole damn venue to hear. “Chick’s hot, but she definitely all yours dude.” He turned over to Izzy who walked over, and started to look at you.

“Why don’t you invite her up, man?” He turned back to you, passing the microphone to Izzy.

Izzy spoke, and as clear as day says to you: “Nah, you wanna see me back stage after this show, baby?”