So, as we were on the way to a hotel. I decided to be annoying and bug Carmine with a billion questions. As I found out, they're playing some venue tomorrow night in New York City, I know nothing about the venue other than accouple of big-name acts have been there. Then they have a concert as an opening act for a band that I love, which just happens to be Iron Maiden and Accept in East Troy, Wisconsin on June ninth, which is in two days. After that, we fly out to Michigan and the band has a show there.

After that, they all go back to L.A, do a few concerts there, then have four days of off-time to do who knows what, then there's a show they have to be at as an opening act on the 26th of June in Springfield, Illionois. After that Carmine said he's not sure, but I'm quite positive that was his way of telling me to shut-up, so I stopped talking then.

Accouple of more minute's pass. I was starting to get bored, for example, after watching big building's pass by for three minutes, they no longer become interesting.

With a heavy sigh I laid my head on Mark's shoulder. He looked over at me with a slightly sympathetic look. "Get use to this." He chuckled. I laughed and closed my eyes, everything was black, and I was out like a light.

Just as quickly as I fell asleep, I woke up to a loud car honking its horn. "What's that sound?" I grumbled, rubbing my eyes. "That sounds called the car behind us, also known as a mad New Yorker." Carmine pointed out the back window. I turned around and saw a very mad looking taxi driver. I then looked in-front of us and saw a lot of people crossing the street. "Ugh!" I rolled my eyes.

"I already don't like it here." I fell back, letting my head hit the seat. "It's not that much different than L.A." Carmine retorted. "Meh." I shrugged my shoulders.

"You're complaining an awful lot." Mark spoke from next to me. "Your fault. You were the one who brought me along." I gave him a pointless look. "Remind me to kill you." Carmine pointed to Mark.

"Hey! I'm not that bad." I put my hands up defensively. "No, I'm kidding. But she's your responsibility Mark." Carmine again pointed to Mark who was on one side of me. "I'm not a stray dog either." I whined.

It was then I realized how annoying I really did sound. "Okay, sorry. I am annoying." I rested my head back on Mark's shoulder. "That you are." He looked down at me with a small grin. I rolled my eyes and shoved his leg slightly with mine.

"Wait, where are Dave, Mick and Johnny?" I asked. There was more honking. "In the mad cab behind us." Carmine responded.

"And why are we in taxi's?" I inquired. "Because we're cheap. This whole thing is cheap." Carmine gave me a very dull look.

"Okay, I'll shut-up now." I closed my eyes again. "Yes, please do that!" Carmine put his hands together and looked up pleadingly. "For someone who's pushing 40, you act like a kid." I mumbled. Mark chuckled from next to me.

"It's all part of the life in fame. And you just said you'd shut up!" Carmine put his feet up and his hands behind his head although he had nowhere to put his feet, so they were just resting in the air. "Dude, we're in a taxi, you're not that famous, no matter how many bands you were in, this doesn't count as overly successful fame. Also, if you'd stop making remarks, then I'll stop talking." I sarcastically waved my arms in a circular motion around the inside the car.

"This is called living-" Carmine paused "-This is called living in the New York culture. Then stop commenting on everything I say, then I'll stop making remarks."

"Seriously." I raised my eyebrow. "Okay, this is called a cheap record label and producer but what else can you ask for?" Carmine said overly-dramatically for some odd reason.

Mark just laughed at us; he's been very quiet throughout the ride. "Wow, Carmine, I never knew you talked this much." I stated randomly. "Out of us all, Marks the quietest one." He pointed to the blond I was leaning against.

"And I'm not quiet." Mark joined in. That for some odd reason caused me to burst out laughing. It wasn't long after that, that the person driving came to a stop and through us out. I looked up at this cheap looking hotel like place. Yay!

We got out before looking around for the rest of the band. "Okay, someone tell me where my guitarists are." Carmine looked around.

I glanced at our surroundings as well. Nope, the only musicians in sight are the ones I came with, a dark-haired drummer with a stupid mustache and a bleach blond singer.

"Is that them." Mark pointed to a group of three people walking carrying luggage, one being noticeably shorter than the other two. The closer they got, it was confirmed, the short one was the one and only Johnny Rod. Oh, that and that was the rest of the band. Why they were walking, the world may never know.

"There you guys are." Carmine waved them over. "Why the hell are you walking!" His tone a voice and facial expression made it seem like that just occurred to him, which once I think about it, he might of have just noticed.

"Johnny and Mick pissed the driver off, so he kicked us out." Dave rolled his eyes. "Hey man, it wasn't my fault!" Johnny glared at Mick. "You were the one who wouldn't shut-up, you kept saying stupid things!" Mick threw his hands up. "Well, on the bright side we got exercise." Johnny replied. "Point proven!" Dave muttered.

"That sounds like Carmine and Lissa." Mark laughed. "Seriously, they couldn't even compare to what I had to deal with." Dave pointed at the other guitarist and bassist who were still bickering with each other about getting thrown on the streets, literally.

"No, but Lissa rambled the whole way here and Carmine just argued along with her. So, it's a shock we weren't thrown out." Mark explained to Dave, who laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Again, I'll be as annoying as I want, and you can't complain cause' this is your fault I'm here." I repeated from earlier.

"I thought you would be happy about coming." Mark looked to me. "Yeah, but I much rather be sleeping than being cramped with a horny-ass band and road crew for who knows how long." I put my hand to my head and leaned into Mark for support to add to the dramatic affect.

"Really?" They all turned to look at me. "Nah." I shrugged. Mark shook his head with a laugh then moved slightly. Him moving caused me to stumble a little. "Hey!" I shouted, about to fall.

"Oh, sorry." He gave me an apologetic smile before bringing me back up to his side. "Okay, let's go get our rooms." Carmine said, heading to the door.

"I bet we're goin' to get the real shitty rooms." I heard Johnny whisper. "Yeah." Mick agreed.

Oh my god, was Johnny right. These rooms were crap. Sense this whole thing's on a budget, we only got two rooms. So, to Carmine's dismay, he went with Mick and Johnny to room with for the night and Mark, me and Dave got a room together. The worst part of it is there was only one bed, Carmine, Mick and Johnny got two bed's in their room but nope, not mine, we got a queen-sized bed.

There's only a wooden chair in the corner with a desk, a bed, a few cabinets and drawers and a bathroom. That's all there was, Dave was making a big deal about sleeping on the floor. Mark said that I should get the bed because I was a woman. Dave responded to that by saying that Mark only wanted me to get the bed because he could sleep in it with me. So, currently, they were arguing about that.

"Why don't you both just sleep on the bed and I'll sleep in the chair?" I interjected on their conversation. "No." They both said at the same time. "And why's that." I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not letting you sleep in a chair!" Mark gave me a stern look. I turned to Dave for his explanation. "And I'm not sleeping in the same bed with him." He pointed to Mark. I rolled my eyes with a slight laugh, what else could I do?

After a little more time of them going back and forth with each other. Apparently, it was decided that we'd all share the bed and use me the separate them, also I didn't really get a say in it.

All I knew was that was going to be an uncomfortable night. And I was right. The night was filled with me being squeezed between two men on a fairly small bed. I think you can imagine how embarrassing part of that was too.

Luckily, morning came quickly. We were up and out of the place quickly. The day went by quickly, next thing I knew, we were at the venue and I was standing back-stage watching them. The performance wasn't half bad, there wasn't as many people there as hoped, but it was a good amount of people for a starting band.

They performed well, very big and open stage persona, they were dressed colorfully, with make-up and Mark, Johnny and Mick had pink hair spray in their hair, Dave had some in his hair as well. It was by far an entertaining show, but the sound could have used work. At the beginning the vocals were too loud, as soon as that was addressed to the sound engineer they turned it down and had it where the drums and Micks guitar drain out Mark's vocals, then towards the end almost nothing but Bass and Drums could be herd. But it was good other than that.

They came off the stage quickly and went to change very fast, Johnny found a girl and was about to drag her off, but their manager told the band to be as quick as possible because they were leaving for the air-port in thirty minutes. So, in return, Johnny was forced to let the blond groupie go.

Mark was amusing to watch while he tried to get out of the clothes he wore on stage. Yes, he dragged me back to the crappy dressing room, so I had to watch them change which was very awkward for me, but no-one seemed to care. As I was saying, he wore a freaking sparkly silver jumpsuit on stage with a black jacket over it, which was tacky. And on-top of that, it was tight, so you can guess how it was watching him get out of it.

After about twenty minutes, we were on our way back to the airport, where we'd fly into Wisconsin then spend the rest of the time on a bus to the venue.

It was about eleven by the time we boarded the plane, so I was tired. I just rested my head on Mark's shoulder and fell asleep.

I woke up towards the end of the flight. Nothing happened in between the time I fell asleep and awoke, other than I some-how became even more tired but I stayed up through the rest of the flight. Having a light conversation with Dave.

Midnight was the time when we got off, yes, it's a two-hour flight, but the time in Wisconsin is an hour behind New-York so that was why it seemed like only an hour past. And yes, someone did have to explain that to me.

By the time we got on the bus, I was dead weight. I think Mark had to carry me along with our luggage into the bus. I know that I woke up and sat down on the couch that was pushed up against the side as the rest of the band put their stuff in a bunk.

They all sat down soon after and got beer. I, on the other hand, fell back asleep. To which, Mark pulled me onto his lap. The other guys cat-called and whooped at him for that. The last thing I remember from that night was Mark flipping them off and saying something about 'I only did this for her comfort and your all's space.'

Next day/Morning

With a yawn, I looked around at my surroundings, not quite knowing where I was. Okay, I'm in a bunk, nice. Is this a bus? Memories flooded my head of last night. Okay, answer is yes, this is a bus and I'm in a very small bunk.

You know how you wake up sometimes doing something strange or like hugging something and not realize it, well yeah, that's what I did. It took me a minute to realize I was basically asleep on-top of Mark, his arm was slid under my back and I was gripping onto him tightly with half my body on him.

"You awake." A gruff voice said from beside/under me. My cheek's reddened when it occurred to me how close our faces were. I could feel his breath; we were that close. I just got lucky on the fact I was looking away from him, so he couldn't see my embarrassment.

"Yes." I replied with a yawn. "What time is it?" I asked. "About ten, we'll be at the venue around five." He replied quietly. "Is the rest of the band up?" I questioned, more silently this time. "Yeah, they all are but for Johnny. He's above us so, try not to hit the top of the bunk." Mark responded.

I turned slightly so I could see his face. We're only inches apart, god, for my sake, don't freak out. "Why aren't you up with them?"

"Didn't want to disturb you." He gave a slight smile. I grinned and looked over. Mark gently moved to his right side and slid the curtain over. I, ungracefully, got out of the bunk with a thud.

Mark laughed and slid out slightly better than me. "Laugh all you want." I gave a sarcastic look. Glancing around, it was a tight, hall like area, six bunks, three on one side and three on the other. Johnny was asleep above ours and all the other bunks just had messed up covers but for the one under us, which was full of what I was guessing equipment. Nice.

Mark led me through the tight space, and past a snoring Johnny and into a wider space with a couch and a booth, which was all. The rest of the band was sitting there.

"Hey Mark-" Dave waved, he looked at me "-Hey Lis." And that got Mick and Carmines attention. Mick just nodded at us and went back to what he was doing. "Welcome to the living, kid." Carmine gave me a smile. "Morning Carmine. Morning Mick. Morning Dave." I laughed slightly with a role of my eyes.

I took a seat next to Dave on the booth, Mark sat down on my other side. "Hope you like long bus rides, because we'll be in here for a while." Mick spoke, to no one in particular, I think; after looking at his watch.

And that was basically the rest of the ride, little conversation, lots of boredom. The only entertainment was when Johnny fell out of his bunk face first into the ground. We got a laugh out of that.

With almost nothing happening, we made it to the venue at the expected time. And my god, let me tell you it was unexpected. The stage was huge and there was like a mile of space for people to stand. The stage was covered, and the front of the grass was, other than that it was a huge field. The 'back-stage' area was something they built last minute so it wasn't the best. But it was great.

By the time we got there, Accept was already rehearsing. I wanted to watch because I didn't know much about them, but their music sounded good, but I couldn't. I had to follow King Kobra.

They soon came off and King Kobra went up there. My excitement was bubbling over when I heard one of the roadies say that 'Maiden just showed.' Which meant, Iron Maiden, one of my favorite new-wave British metal bands are here. It was then that my mind started to wonder, how did King Kobra, a new-age glam band get as an opening act for a heavy metal band like Iron Maiden? The only answer I could think of was it was because of Carmine's past tours, like the Ozzy one he did before forming King Kobra. I mean Ozzy was in Sabbath, and Sabbath kind of pioneered in the British Metal thing so is that why King Kobra is opening for Maiden? Meh, who cares.

I almost didn't realize when King Kobra came off the stage. "Lissa, follow me." Mark gestured for me to come with him. "Huh- Oh, I'm coming." I ran after him. They all went inside a dressing room. Me being me stood outside of it awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

I let my back slide down the wall as I stared at the door. Thirty or so minutes of waiting, I heard music. I instantly recognized it as 2 Minute's To Midnight by Iron Maiden, it was on their album, Powerslave, they released last year.

I smiled wildly once realizing it was them warming up. Interrupting my happiness, the door in front of me opened. Mark, Johnny and Dave stepped out. Dave had on ripped white jeans on with red spandex on under it, he had ripped red shirt on and a highly teased hair. Johnny had on some yellow thing on with a face full of make-up and teased hair. Mark had on white spandex like pants, the top of it was black and a loose-fitting grey, sleeveless shirt was tucked into it. His hair was teased but it didn't look much different and he had on make-up, similar to Johnny.

Carmine and Mick came out after them. Mick had on jeans and a half shirt on, his hair was curled and teased. I'm not quite sure what the hell carmine had on was, it was like studded leather pants, but it laced up the sides and showed his butt, odd right, and he had on a leather jacket with a who knows what type of shirt thing on under it. His hair looked like Mark's just black.

"How do we look?" Mark motioned to all of them. "Tacky." I responded pointlessly. They all rolled their eyes at my answer.

A roadie came over and said they were on in ten. "Go, ya'll don't even have your instruments, go." I rushed them. They looked at each other and started going somewhere. I followed behind. I walked to the side of the stage as they each were handed what they needed to go on with. I could see the crowd, almost the whole area out there was filled. So many people. Iron Maiden must be very popular.

Someone with a clipboard came up beside us and told the band to go on. Johnny put the strap to his bass over his shoulder and ran out. Carmine made his way to the drum stand. Mick and Dave ran out together.

"Wish us luck." Mark kissed my forehead before running out there. I watched as the crowd cheered for the opening act. King Kobra started off with the song Hunger, which is a Kick Axe song, but they used it for the new album.

After watching for a minute, I took this as the time to go buy a tour shirt. I made my way through people to the stand and waited in line. Looking over the shirt's they had on display, I went with an Iron Maiden shirt with the Powerslave album cover on it and all the tour dates. It cost 40 dollars, wow, that's kind of expensive.

I could have got a King Kobra one, but I don't think it was worth it, I mean, I could just ask Mark and get one for free.

I was going to go to the bathroom and change into it, but a couple of guys walked into the women's, so I decided second on that.

Looking around quickly, I took my shirt off and slipped the Maiden one on. It was long enough to cover the jean shorts I had on; it was also kind of tight sense I got the smallest size. Great, I probably look like a hooker.

I made my way back to where I was before. Roadies rushed around me trying to get to things. There were a couple groupies too. Ugh.

It was like this until I heard male voices from behind me. "What er' doing right here, doll." An English voice said. Was he talking to me? "Watching the band." I responded, not turning around.

"You're a groupie, aye?" He asked. I could tell he got closer to me. "No, I'm not. I'm friends with the band actual-" I finally turned to face him. I quit talking and instantly went red when I realized who this was talking.

In-front of me stood the one and only Bruce Dickinson, lead singer of Iron Maiden. My jaw fell open. "I take it you're a fan?" He grinned at me. I did nothing but nod. "I knew we had a few female fans, but I've never seen one as stunning as ya, darling." Bruce winked. Oh, my god, his dimples are so cute.

I blushed. "I'd close your mouth." He took his hand and pushed my bottom jaw up. It was then I realized how short he was, my god, I think he was shorter than me. I'm 5'7, he looked to be 5'6 or so.

"You know that you can say something, I don't bite." He chuckled. "O-Oh sorry." I sheepishly smiled. "Bruce Dickinson." He stuck his hand out. I shook it. "You got a name?" He raised an eye-brow. "Oh, yeah, L-Lissa." My words stumbled.

He looked to the stage. "They're not that bad." Bruce said looking back at me. I shrugged, "I guess not." Well, there goes helping my friends' band. He laughed at my reply. "You seem really faithful to them."

Again, I shrugged. "You want me to sign something?" He asked after a minute. "Yeah, sure." I smiled hopefully. Bruce glanced around; he snatched a marker from a roadie. "What'd ya want me to sign?" He asked.

I glanced down at something for him to sign. "My shirt." That was the only thing I had. He nodded and bended down, signing right over my breast.

I saw the rest of his band looking over here. My heart sped up. "It was nice meetin' you, luv. Maybe I'll see you again." He kissed my hand and walked back over to his band mates.

Oh my god, the lead singer of the world famous British operatic/thrash metal band, Iron Maiden, was talking to me. I think I'm gonna pass out. 

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A/N

Sorry for taking for ever to update. I've been extremely busy, but I promise at some point I'll be updating a bunch again. This is by far the longest chapter I've written. Also what's true is King Kobra opened for Iron Maiden and Accept on June 9, 1985 at the Alpine arena in Wisconsin. If you look at the image above, it says 'three act show' the third act that it doesn't have on there was King Kobra. Another fact about that concert, there was more than 1,500 people there and like 188 were arrested after the show for intoxication, drugs, violence and other stuff.
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