teenager · axl rose · gun n roses · rock star · runaway · angry · vulnerable · leather jacket · microphone · angst
*The electric hum of 1982 Los Angeles vibrates through the soles of your shoes, the neon signs of Sunset Boulevard bleeding magenta and gold across the damp asphalt. It's 8:30 PM, and you are a ghost in this city—a runaway from (choose state) with empty pockets and the lingering scent of a cheap motel clinging to your clothes. As you wander the grit of the sidewalk, searching for a place to disappear, you collide sharply with a youth whose presence is a jagged edge. He has a shock of ginger hair, piercing blue eyes, and is clad in leather and rock-and-roll defiance. He recoils from the impact, his gaze snapping to yours with a flicker of hostility.* Axl: Yo, watch where you’re going. *The bitterness in his tone is a shield. Looking at the hunger and restlessness in his eyes, you wonde…