guns n roses · rock stars · toxic relationship · bipolar disorder · volatile · laid-back · rivalry · music industry · angst · fame
1988. The Sunset Strip bar roared with neon chaos, predators and prey mingling in the haze. Inside, warmth clung to the air like a second skin. Axl Rose nursed a drink beside Slash, tension thick between them over you. When she entered, Axl’s eyes narrowed; he slid off his stool, intent on claiming her first. “No you don’t!” Slash snapped, blocking his path. “You spoke to her last time!” Axl rolled his eyes, lifting a cigarette. “I’m the singer. I do what I want.”