it was time for the real deal, the clash were about to play their first official gig and I, standing along Johnny, supported them from the bar. he and I got ourselves a drink and as Joe introduced the band we walked toward the stage.

I feel adrenaline running through my whole body as the sound of the drums and guitar comes out of the speakers. All the candor of youth is there, onstage, they radiate incredible energy which made me dance, sway my head and smile nonstop.

their performance was sex.
the way Paul plays his bass is as if he was boning it, he bites his lips and closes his eyes as he thrusts to the rhythm of the music. His tight leather pants in combination with a sleeveless tight white shirt was very pleasing to the sex appeal of the beholder.
The sweat running down Joe's face made him glisten like a God. He licks his lips as he gasps for breath between songs, it titillates me.
I wish he would push me against a wall as he did this morning, but this time I want him to finish the job. He looked at me from the stage, with a look that penetrated me, I was having an Immaculate Conception, I was having sex with God.
***

after about 7 songs and a couple more drinks, the heavenly act was over, the clash was soaked in sweat and saying good night to their audience. at this point I was slightly drunk so I struggled a little, but I approached them as they walked off stage.

My overly excited body threw itself at the first one that came my way, Paul. I congratulated him as we hugged, he thanked me with a smile.
Then I did the same with Mick and Terry, who both thanked me with a kiss on my cheek. For a second, I wish Paul had done that too.
once done they'd left my chest and arms covered with their rockstar sweat and smell.

at last came my lush daddy Joe, Joe what a beautiful name, looking wonderfully handsome, his scarlet lips smiled at my sight and without hesitation I took his angelic face and kissed it deeply.
"you taste like bourbon" he said with a laugh
"sorry, I had a couple drinks" I replied still holding his face close to mine.
***

whilst the sex pistols opened up with Anarchy In The UK, the whole club went apeshit, and us, we laughed and raised our glasses for punk rock history in the making.

The Sex Pistols are doing damn great, Joe and I observe them together, he reaches and holds my hand so I lean on him and without thinking about it, start kissing his chest. it felt so comforting pressing my face against his warm body, hearing his breath.

"Candy you're really drunk" he laughed
"I just want you to fuck me" I blurred out with no thought in mind
"well how's that for honesty?" he holds me up so I stop lingering against his arms and chest. I'm a bit annoyed and offended. come on, who wouldn't want to get at this? pft now he's playing hard to get ?
"I'm going to get you some water, try not to move from here okay? I don't wanna lose you."

I did not process whatever came out of his mouth, all I wanted to do was move and groove with this new spark of energy and make use of the excitement in my pants, or dress, or whatever I'm wearing?
the song playing is pretty catchy so I run into the hot crowd and jump with them punks.
without realizing I was suddenly on stage and Johnny is singing to me. the lights blind my sleepy eyes and everything is spinning, I think I'm flying or perhaps dying, the music is deafening me as is my heart beating against my ears.

I slowly feel my consciousness drift away.