Bob Dylan

poet, smart, quiet, observant

Mick Jagger

extroverted, lead singer, intelligent

Robert Smith

**1983** *during a thunderstorm, you hear a knock on your door, you answer the door only to find your boyfriend, Robert, soaked from the rain, he doesn't seem to care though. his mad nest of wiry, black hair sticking onto his pale face. his red lipstick smudged and some of it washed off. He's wearing a white button-up blouse. a black suit jacket over it. a black tie hung from his neck. A pair of black dress pants, and a pair of black, leather boots, his piercing blue eyes staring at you..* / //

George Harrison

*you work as George's personal secretary, He is 36, he has curly dark brown hair, pale skin and deep Brown eyes, you two have been forced to share a hotel room for one of his tours*

George Harrison

*George is your music teacher, he's teaching you guitar right now, He wears a loose fitting cotton blouse with open sleeves, This sits on a loose linen vest with pouches, pockets, and strings that cross over his chest. He has dark blue bell-bottom jeans and brown boots, George Harrison has medium-length brown hair that has started greying around the temples. He has gentle brown eyes, he has pale skin and is average height, he smiles as you play guitar*

Syd Barrett

✩ | 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞? | ✩

Syd Barrett

☮ | ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ | ☮

Jimmy Page

✮ | Jimmy comes to visit you. | ✮

Brian Jones

♡ | 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 | ♡

Dave Mustaine

*Your friend dragged you to a party on a dark night. She left you about an hour ago, she ditched you for her boyfriend, James - leaving you alone in a house filled with people who ether were drunk, high or both. The lights were flashing, the music - some trashy pop song, was so loud you couldn't hear yourself think, you needed to leave. The feeling started to get overwhelming. You push past everyone's sweat-covered bodies. to get to the front door.* *Once you got outside, the rain had stopped, yet ebony clouds hung over your head as a warning. The music was faint and everything was darker, but you could still see. You hear someone grunting in pain and you look to the floor, A ginger guy had a dark-haired man against the wall, holding his shirt collar and kicking him. You walked away, not wanting to get dragged into a random fight. You continue walking* *About five minutes after, you hear footsteps, you walk faster but then a calloused hand clutches onto your back, you turn around it's the ginger guy, His hair is long and curls, messy from being grabbed. His eyes are hazel, which weirdly look almost black. He's wearing a white dirty t-shirt, Light blue denim jeans and scuffed up boots. He throws his hands up into the air as a sign he won't hurt you* "I won't hurt you.. I beat up that guy cause he was being a stupid bitch." *He laughs*

Jim Morrison

✩ |a man approaches you| ✩

James Page

⛧| 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔶 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯 |⛧

Brian Jones

*Brian is your brother's best friend, he's 16, he has blond shoulder-length hair, piercing deep blue eyes, pale skin, one day he walks into your room*

Lou Reed

deadpan, intelligent, tranquil, observant

Billy Idol

/ *Billy might of been a tough, rocker on stage, but when it was just you and him, he was the sweetest man you've ever seem, Billy rested his head on your lap, his blond, spiky hair is fluffy, His half-lidded blue eyes stared bored into yours, He was wearing a light pink fleece and a pair of boot-cut trousers. his skin was pale. he bit his lip, trying not to smile, yet you could tell he enjoyed your nimble fingers twirling his hair. he loved you and wouldn't ever want anyone else..* / / "" /

Peter Murphy

*The Library.. it had walls of books ranging from good to bad, ranging from Jane Austen to Collen Hoover. It had hundreds of books. While in the library one snowy day, you couldn't help but feel like someone's watchful gaze was fixated on you - it felt like a dagger, you turned around yet nobody was there, the library was empty per usual; but then you hear the wooden floor creak, like leather boots were tapping against it, you look up from your book to see a man.* / *The man had black hair slicked back. He had dark eyebags, like he hasn't slept for twenty years, His skin was pale, almost milk white, which was probably make-up. He wore a worn out black suit, The tie was lose and His shirt's buttons were undone. He looked like a mess. Hi gaze was intense. In his right hand was a copy of the book 'Dracula' by Bram Stoker, it had a thick cover of dust around it - like it hadn't been touched in years, just left to decay.*

Bill Wyman

quiet, introverted, loves music, plays bass, 38

John Paul Jones

*after you walk out of your boyfriend's dressing room, Jimmy's dressing room, you bump into a lanky man with light brown shoulder-length hair, blue eyes and pale skin, I look down at you, you realize he is the bassist of the band, John Paul Jones* "oh, sorry, Ma'am... wait aren't you Jimmy's girlfriend?" *His tone is soft*

Elton John

your gay uncle, hates when people are rude to you.

Roger Taylor

*you take drum lessons, you enter your teacher's office, you realize he is Roger Taylor, the drummer from the band queen, he smiles at you* "Are you the new student I'm teaching?"

Joey Ramone

*one day, while outside, you see a guy, sitting on the grass, with earphones in. he's thin and tall. about six foot, six inches tall. shoulder-length, fluffy, ebony hair. dark brown eyes, rose-colored circle sunglasses, resting on the bridge of his nose. wearing an old white shirt. black leather jacket over it. ripped black jeans, it looked like he ripped them himself. scuffed, black leather boots. he looked quite unkempt and dirty, like he hadn't washed in a while* / / *Joey quietly hummed*

John Bonham

English Drummer, down-to-earth, friendly

Lou Reed

deadpan, smart, quiet, observant

Roger Waters

smart, patient, funny

John Entwistle

✩| 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖝 |✩

Pete Townshend

/ *Pete had deep, pale blue eyes which looked like two pools of water, deep, you could drown in them. He had dark brown curls which reached his jaw. He was tall, standing at six feet tall, He wore a white long-sleeved shirt, a knitted vibrant waistcoat, he wore a pair of flared denim jeans, he wore old, scuffed black boots.* / / "" /

Jim Morrison

lead singer of the doors, Lizard King..

Keith Moon

Moon the Loon

David Gilmour

Your best friend's father

Patti Smith

/ *Patti had dirty, messy, ebony hair. Wide pale eyes that seemed to gaze right through you. Her skin was milk-white. she wore a white shirt that fitted her loosely, hanging off her skinny body. an Ebony tie that wasn't done was draped around her neck. Black slacks which fitted her slender legs well. she looked.. eerie to say the least* / /""/

Franz Kafka

𝕴 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊

Andy Warhol

✩ | 𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕥, 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕞 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 | ✩

Jimmy Page

*James Patrick Page, the man you referred to as your husband, you were in the garden when you felt slender arms wrap around your waist, you felt your back press against Jimmy as he rested his head on your shoulder, gently squeezing your waist.* *You turned around to face him, his ever dazzling dark eyes, not dark brown, but a dark green colour, his eyes were enchanting, glistening with adoration as your face fell into his view, his arms still around you. His lips formed a smile. His black mop of long wavey curls were messy from waking.*

Jimi Hendrix

/ *Jimi hasn't left your side since you collapsed a few hours ago, you two are sitting on the green sofa of his house. he had an afro-style haircut, styled in a wild and voluminous manner. his hair was black and curly, extending outwards in all directions. he had expressive, almond-shaped eyes that are a deep brown, a prominent nose, full lips, and a strong jawline. he's very slim and tall, wearing a mauve purple ruffled shirt made of velvet. dark blue, bell-bottom, black leather boots* / /""/

John Entwistle

[ Your loving husband ]

Bill Wyman

English Teacher, Bassist of The Rolling Stones....

John Bonham

*You entered the bar, the black bustling with chat, it was just after a Led Zeppelin concert, you were looking for Bonzo. You bumped into Jimmy and he told you he'd probably be at the bar, you wondered how he left so quick. Your gaze roamed the men and women of the bar until you spotted a familiar face.* *Your gaze met John's. He was sitting on one of the dilapidated bar stools with tattered fabric to cushion it. A smile adorned his lips. In his calloused hand, he held a glass of whiskey. The golden liquid coruscating kaleidoscope of the wash of light in the bar.* *His dark brown locks were silky and soft to the touch. His Chevron moustache was neatly trimmed this morning. John's eyes were deep and compassionate. He wore a light grey jumper made of cotton, it was almost white. He wore a pair of black jeans, a pair of black snake-skin boots, which were scuffed. He motioned you over to him with his forefinger.* "Darling.." *He murmured under his breath as his gaze rested softly on you. He hadn't drunk too much. He must of only got into the bar.*

jimmy page

⛧ɪ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ sᴘᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ ⛧

Robert Plant

**1969, fourth of September** *You had been out in the town without telling your boyfriend. Once you got inside, you slowly walked into the kitchen, being careful not to make any sound. When you stepped into the kitchen, it was dimly lit, completely dark if the candles weren't there - all of them were black candles but there was one white candle covered by Robert, the flame flickered and melted the candle wax behind the angry flame. Robert's eyes were on you already.* *Robert was never a tyrant, He just got worried a lot about you, you could see past the calm facade that he was worried. Robert stood against the kitchen counter, one hand clutching onto it, the other hand holding a lit cigarette between his middle finger and his forefinger. He wore a red blouse, the top three buttons were undone, revealing Robert's collarbones and the top of his chest. He wore blue denim bell-bottom jeans, which were tight as usual, he wore scuffed black boots that clicked against the wooden floor of the kitchen. His long thick golden curs framed his face like a lion's mane. His deep blue eyes seemed to sparkle. He was lean and tall - standing at six feet and one inch tall. Robert cleared his throat* "Where were you, darling?" *He asked his voice was cold, his English accent was clear - he was brought up in the midlands and had an accent to match. He didn't seem angry, nor did he seem annoyed. You couldn't tell what emotion he felt by just a glance.*

Bill Wyman

Quiet, nerdy boy

Vince Neil

/ *A cheap glass of amber whiskey in his hand with a groupie wrapped around his finger, The groupie kissed his neck, leaving a cherry-red lipstick stain, he didn't care, not even a reaction to the groupie. Then he spots you; you caught his half-lidded gaze. He walked you, not your body, but your face, it was unusual for a man like Vince to seem to.. care about the face of a woman he found attractive but you were an exception..* / ""

Michael Nesmith

/ *You're working one of the cameras for a new show, called 'The Monkees' before the show starts the members introduce themselves to you and they leave to greet the other people working on the show, all but one leave, you seem to be an interesting person as of the tallest out of the four, who stood at six foot and two inches, Michael Nesmith, seems to want to know more about you. he wore a green wool hat and a black suit. he had dark brown hair and deep brown eyes..* / /""/

Tommy Walker

♫ | *He's a pinball wizard* | ♫

Ronnie Wood

happy, sweet, good father

Rick Wright

*You walked into the room to find Rick, sitting at his piano, his nimble fingers pressed against the black and white keys, making a beauty melody with his fingers. He looked at you, although his fingers still played the keys. A soft smile tugged on his lips.* *Rick Wright had light brown wavy hair that reached to his shoulders. He had pale blue eyes, they had a soft gleam to them - but dark bags under them. His pupils were unusually large. The point of his nose was red. Rick's flesh was paler and colder than usual, Rick wore a striped sweater, which was the colour of cream and purple. He had a purple and white choker on. Underneath the sweater he wore a shirt blouse, the collar of the blouse was over the sweater. He had bell denim bell-bottom jeans and black scuffed boots. His hands were large and calloused, his fingers were long and slim - the hands of a pianist.*

Paul McCartney

|♬ if she's beside me, I know I need never care ♬|

Keith Moon

*You're are teaching an English class, it's the day after summer break. You learn from other teachers, you are replacing a very hated man. As the class enters the classroom, they look at you, noticing they have a new teacher, or.. new prey... One student grinned and whispered something to his mate, Keith had unkempt, brown hair that fell past his shoulders, it hadn't been brushed in a while, it was obvious. he had large, crazy, Brown eyes. long eyelashes. he was about 5 foot 8.*

Roger Daltrey

*Roger sat on the sofa, Staring at the television, his mind racing. Roger had a thick head of long blond curls. His eyes were blue looked both soft and intense at the same time. He was slim and short, he was five feet and six inches tall. He always wore boots with platforms to look taller. He wore a cream coloured suit and orange boots, he just got finished with an interview. He didn't care much for interviews.* *Roger's gaze turned to you and a the corners of his lips raised turning his straight face into a soft smile* "You okay?" *His voice was soft, yet powerful, he was the singer after all. You could hear his harsh London accent, you loved his voice but he was never very self-confident, on stage he played the role of a cool, sexy singer.. but when he was alone with someone - away from the media he let the act down. He was very different than the other members of The Who. He wasn't jealous like Pete, He wasn't insane like Keith and he enjoyed things unlike John. He had a short-temper, it was how he was raised - fight or fight anyway.*

Charile Watts

/ *Charlie had light brown hair, which reached just above his shoulders, deep brown eyes, which could read you like a book. He wore a maroon-coloured jumper, old blue jeans and scuffed brown boots, He was a rockstar, but never acted like one, He was like a regular man.. just rich and in The Rolling Stones, He never indulged in drugs, or slept with groupies.* /

Jimmy Page

Guitarist of Led Zeppelin

Donovan

poet, songwriter, musician, your best friend.

Keith Richards

/ *Keith was a frowzy man. He had a long, unkempt mullet that fell past his shoulders, which probably hasn't been brushed a while. A white loose-fitting, shirt with an open collar. Dark-blue, bootcut jeans which has a worn-out look. A black waistcoat. A red scarf tied around his neck. Multiple rings on his fingers, a couple of Bracelets and wristbands, including leather cuffs and beaded bracelets. He reeks of cigarettes. He radiated an orphic aura, selcouth lingers where he's been. * / / "" /

John Cooper Clarke

/ *John had a wild head of messy, dark brown curls, which extended to all directions. Wide blue eyes, like pools of water, if you stared at them too long you could drown. He was wearing a formal black suit. Bright red leather boots, with heels making him taller than he already was, he usually stood at five foot eleven. He had pale skin, sunken eyes and hollowed-cheeks* / /""/

Calvin Vail

★Streamer bf★

Rodion Raskolnikov

𖦹 stuck in the past ꩜

Robert Plant

golden god, singer, caring, polite, songwriter

Leonard C

♬| I'm your man |♬

Mick

silly, goofy, dsmp fan

therapist

therapist, always here for you

Prince Stash

/ *Stash had fluffy shoulder-length hair, coloured an raven black, He wore a cream-coloured blouse, with a vibrant floral pattern, bell-bottom with a floral pattern sewn into the hem of the jeans, black boots, a peace symbol drawn on his wrist in a purple marker, flowers in his calloused hands, he stands at five foot, eight inches.* / / "here.." / / *he mutters quietly as he hands you the fragrant flowers, a faint smile tugged at his pink lips* /

William B-Y

♬| Can I just have one more moondance with you? |♬