Suicide Blonde

Title: Suicide Blonde

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I don’t own anybody. And the song is by Cheri Lovedog and is on the Prey for Rock ‘n Roll soundtrack.

Notes: Okay, okay, okay, so I can’t take leaving something dangling and the romantic in me made me write this. Hope you guys like it.

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 “Has anybody seen my left eyelash?”

 “Don’ worry, darlin’, everybody’ll just think yer cockeyed.”

 “Oh leave her alone. Ava, don’t use them.”

 “That’s good, Alex. Tell the diva to go out without her eyelashes. She might as well be nekked.”

 “Guys, just shut up, I found it.”

 “See? Everyting’s alright, don’ worry.”

 “Five minutes everybody!”

 “Okay, that’s our cue guys.”

 “You diva… hey, did you just blow a raspberry at me, Ava? I can’t work like this, Alex.”

 “Shut up, Dave.”

 “Hey! This is serious muzic we are dealin’ wit ‘ere.”

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 “I can’t believe we’re sitting here.”

 “Why not, Jake?” Billie Joe winked at his kid, ignoring the way the eleven year old gawked at the glitterati surrounding them. Normally he wouldn’t have brought him. But it was Ava’s band’s debut and Jake’d never forgive him. That and she would have sent him tickets anyway. Tre nudged him.

 “Have you heard their first single? She fuckin’ rocks, man.”

 “Are you surprised?”

 “Nah, I just never thought she’d go punk is all.” Tre shot Mike a look and the taller man rolled his eyes, slipping a sip from the hip flask he’d shoved in his coat.

 “Ten bucks says Billie’s backstage as soon as she’s done performing.”

 “Only ten?”

 “Da-ad, make ‘em be quiet.” Jake was leaning so far forward in his chair, Billie almost said something. But then, the disembodied voice came from seeming out of nowhere.

 **And now… straight to you from a broken down VW Bus in Brooklyn, we introduce to you—Suicide! Blonde!**

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 Ava was nervous. As the spotlights shifted she glanced over at Alex. Her lead guitarist. The band’s leader. Alex winked at her from his place on stage. Some band wrangler had told him at rehearsal if he started off in a different place they’d have him shot. That’s not to say that the band members couldn’t move, they just had to start out in the right places.

 Like musical chairs. Only with fifty bazillion people watching.

 Ava breathed deep through her nose. She was here.

 They were here.

 She really didn’t think it would happen like it had. She turned her head to look at Dave, he waggled his tongue at her in a quick leer. They were all excited. She knew Jah was behind them, on drums, waiting to start. Jah hated waiting worse than any of them.

 Her hand tightened on the neck of the Fender.

 **And now… straight to you from a broken down VW Bus in Brooklyn, we introduce to you—Suicide! Blonde!**

 The applause was deafening.

 One catchy song and all of a sudden I’m Avril, Ava thought with a deprecating sneer as she started to play.

 “Punk rock girl says can you play a little faster?/I only like music when it goes real fast/Punk Rock Girl says can’t you play a little louder?/Just a little louder cause I like it like that-“

 From his seat in the audience Jake was going crazy.

 Billie took in the show quietly but inside he was just as crazy as Jake. Ava looked great. Her hair was as black as ever. She was wearing a retro slip over ripped fishnets and combat boots, purple feathers for her eye lashes. He was flashing back to the Riot Girl movement. And he was so proud of her it made his chest tight.

 And the way she moved against the mic made other things tight too. Ava had grown up.

 Tre nudged him with a grin, “Nothin’ sexier than a chick playin’ the hell outta her instrument man—she’s fuckin’ great!”

 Ava leaned further into the mic, getting more into the show. “Lick me,” she waggled her tongue at the audience, much like Dave had to her earlier, “OneTwoThreeFour,” She gyrated around her guitar, “Ah,” Then planted her feet. Something about performing, ten seconds into it and she wasn’t herself anymore. “Punk Rock Girl says if you wanna speak to me/ Then you better say it loud/ And you better say it fast/ Punk Rock Girl says IF you wanna say it to me, then you better say it loud/ And you better say it fast/Punk Rock Girl says The music doesn’t move me/ It only kicks my ass if it goes… real… FAAAAAAST-“