Queen of the Highway

Pleased to meet you. Hope you guess my name. People often ask me who I am, I laugh everytime this happens. Everyone knows me, everyone knows who I am. I'm the band, I'm the music itself, without me, your favourite song wouldn't exist, I bet. || INDIE ROLEPLAY BLOG ||

[misspolythenepam]

“What the hell are you doing in my record store?”

“Ah, of course, looking for records” She laughed. “Don’t mind me. I’m off of my head these days.”

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‘‘Is that how you receive your favorite twin brother.’‘ He gasped after saying that in a fake dramatically offended tone. ‘‘How rude of you, Macarena.’‘ He hummed shaking his head and adjusting his dark green suede floppy hat as he walked towards the black-haired muse and smirked at her.

[misspolythenepam]

She couldn’t believe her eyes. She screamed and ran towards the brunette and threw herself at him. thank God they were the only ones at the record store or she’d have made a fool of herself.

“You’re here!” She pulled back and looked at him, smiling. “Oh my god, you’re here!”

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Marc had a soft smile as he looked down at her and hugged her back. ‘’Here, there and everywhere.’’ he placed both of her hands on her shoulders. ‘’Any discounts for your favorite old boy.’’ he asked as a joke and looked around the store.

[misspolythenepam]

“Discounts?” She chuckled. “Leave that to Eric Clapton. Take anything you want, for you it's free,” she truly meant it. “Take a look around! Now, what are you doing in Los Angeles? Are you going back to Frisco?”

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“You’re telling me that you know or heard about Aleister Crowley but not Keith Richards?” He asked in a sarcastically soft and slightly surprised tone as he lighted his cigarette with his silver with turquoise stones lighter and chuckled after his question.

[misspolythenepam]

Pam mocked the brunette’s words and cackled. “Ah, I missed you, twin.”

[mb-archived-deactivated20190619]

He lifted an eyebrow when he heard her mocking his voice and laughed silently. Of course she was the one and only Miss Polytheme Pam aka the only person who can do the most impecable and funniest impersonations of him (even before MJ). The scrawny shaggy-haired boy looked at her and smiled. ‘’My dearest sorella.’’ he said in his signature smooth tone as he moved his head to a side and walked towards her. ‘’I missed you too, what brings you here?’’ 

[misspolythenepam]

It was odd to see the West Coast baby in a place like NYC but there she was. “I’m touring with Black Sabbath. They play here tonight, they’re doing the soundcheck now so I came here because I knew I would find you around,” Pam smiled. “You know I usually don’t go out of Cali until I go on tour.”

[mb-archived-deactivated20190619]

He crossed his arms as he laid against the wall while he listened to her. It’s been a boring gray-colored season for him, like not even in a 50s golden-era Hollywood glamourous monochrome way it was just..plain dull. ‘’So you left the California dreamin’ huh.’’ he asked as he nodded at her.

Once the 60s were gone it looked like the fun such things like cheap drugs, accessible gigs and unstopable backstage parties brought was slowly washing away. He wondered why in his wandering mind, maybe it must be because he’s been so used to this urban jungle already. ‘’Does Ozzy still bites the head of those poor batsies?’’ he asked in a serious way as he took a drag of his cigarette.

[misspolythenepam]

“Only for a couple of months,” the girl shrugged. She knew the times were changing and she was being part of another era that sadly wouldn’t be as good as the groovy sixties, Pam was only one of the few people in Los Angeles who wanted to keep the dream alive, but as time passed it was more difficult. The seventies didn’t look so bad, though. “I have to get used to it, though, I will go to University in a couple of months and it’s really far away from Cali and its shenanigans…” She sighed. Pam looked at him intently and cackled at his question, remembering that scene.

“As far as I’m concerned I don’t think he keeps doing it…”

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‘’He really needs to stop doing that to those poor night creatures.’’  He sighed looking down trying to keep his serious composure at that sentence but ended up laughing silently. Back at his realistic and pessimistic side he didn’t expect this decade to be much more innovative than the previous one. In fact Genzi always thought that after the whole psychedelia movement explosion going from 1966 till 1969 things wouldn’t grow because everything needed to be exposed was already out of the can. 

His mind went back to those years where he lived in San Francisco..one of the craddles of that era, he remembered those days where he’d hang around with big names like Grace Slick, Brian Jones, Janis Joplin and Jerry García. Those days are never coming back sadly. He went back to earth as he kept listening to her and nodding ‘’Far out. Where are you studying at?’’ he asked her.

[misspolythenepam]

“I will try to stop him,” she said jokingly. She recalled the day she met Genzi. Brian picked her up in Los Angeles and took her to San Francisco and there was this dude who looked so much like a Stone, but also looked like her male version, since that day she acknowledged him as her twin brother.

“Brown,” Pam responded, grinning. Everyone knew how much she wanted to go to a Ivy League and become an anthropologist after she finished school. It was one of the things she wanted the most besides music. “in Rhode Island. At least we're going to be in the same coast,” the girl laughed.

[mb-archived-deactivated20190619]

“You’re telling me that you know or heard about Aleister Crowley but not Keith Richards?” He asked in a sarcastically soft and slightly surprised tone as he lighted his cigarette with his silver with turquoise stones lighter and chuckled after his question.

[misspolythenepam]

Pam mocked the brunette’s words and cackled. “Ah, I missed you, twin.”

[mb-archived-deactivated20190619]

He lifted an eyebrow when he heard her mocking his voice and laughed silently. Of course she was the one and only Miss Polytheme Pam aka the only person who can do the most impecable and funniest impersonations of him (even before MJ). The scrawny shaggy-haired boy looked at her and smiled. ‘’My dearest sorella.’’ he said in his signature smooth tone as he moved his head to a side and walked towards her. ‘’I missed you too, what brings you here?’’ 

[misspolythenepam]

It was odd to see the West Coast baby in a place like NYC but there she was. “I’m touring with Black Sabbath. They play here tonight, they’re doing the soundcheck now so I came here because I knew I would find you around,” Pam smiled. “You know I usually don’t go out of Cali until I go on tour.”

[mb-archived-deactivated20190619]

He crossed his arms as he laid against the wall while he listened to her. It’s been a boring gray-colored season for him, like not even in a 50s golden-era Hollywood glamourous monochrome way it was just..plain dull. ‘’So you left the California dreamin’ huh.’’ he asked as he nodded at her.

Once the 60s were gone it looked like the fun such things like cheap drugs, accessible gigs and unstopable backstage parties brought was slowly washing away. He wondered why in his wandering mind, maybe it must be because he’s been so used to this urban jungle already. ‘’Does Ozzy still bites the head of those poor batsies?’’ he asked in a serious way as he took a drag of his cigarette.

[misspolythenepam]

“Only for a couple of months,” the girl shrugged. She knew the times were changing and she was being part of another era that sadly wouldn't be as good as the groovy sixties, Pam was only one of the few people in Los Angeles who wanted to keep the dream alive, but as time passed it was more difficult. The seventies didn't look so bad, though. “I have to get used to it, though, I will go to University in a couple of months and it's really far away from Cali and its shenanigans...” She sighed. Pam looked at him intently and cackled at his question, remembering that scene.

“As far as I'm concerned I don't think he keeps doing it...”

[misspolythenepam]

“What the hell are you doing in my record store?”

“Ah, of course, looking for records” She laughed. “Don’t mind me. I’m off of my head these days.”

[mb-archived-deactivated20190619]

‘‘Is that how you receive your favorite twin brother.’‘ He gasped after saying that in a fake dramatically offended tone. ‘‘How rude of you, Macarena.’‘ He hummed shaking his head and adjusting his dark green suede floppy hat as he walked towards the black-haired muse and smirked at her.

[misspolythenepam]

She couldn't believe her eyes. She screamed and ran towards the brunette and threw herself at him. thank God they were the only ones at the record store or she'd have made a fool of herself.

“You're here!” She pulled back and looked at him, smiling. “Oh my god, you're here!”

[mb-archived-deactivated20190619]

“You’re telling me that you know or heard about Aleister Crowley but not Keith Richards?” He asked in a sarcastically soft and slightly surprised tone as he lighted his cigarette with his silver with turquoise stones lighter and chuckled after his question.

[misspolythenepam]

Pam mocked the brunette’s words and cackled. “Ah, I missed you, twin.”

[mb-archived-deactivated20190619]

He lifted an eyebrow when he heard her mocking his voice and laughed silently. Of course she was the one and only Miss Polytheme Pam aka the only person who can do the most impecable and funniest impersonations of him (even before MJ). The scrawny shaggy-haired boy looked at her and smiled. ‘’My dearest sorella.’’ he said in his signature smooth tone as he moved his head to a side and walked towards her. ‘’I missed you too, what brings you here?’’ 

[misspolythenepam]

It was odd to see the West Coast baby in a place like NYC but there she was. “I'm touring with Black Sabbath. They play here tonight, they're doing the soundcheck now so I came here because I knew I would find you around,” Pam smiled. “You know I usually don't go out of Cali until I go on tour.”

[misspolythenepam]

{I officially lost the little dignity I had lol why am I like this}

[mb-archived-deactivated20190619]

“You’re telling me that you know or heard about Aleister Crowley but not Keith Richards?” He asked in a sarcastically soft and slightly surprised tone as he lighted his cigarette with his silver with turquoise stones lighter and chuckled after his question.

[misspolythenepam]

Pam mocked the brunette's words and cackled. "Ah, I missed you, twin.”

[gacougnol]

[mostuffsthlm]

[74flawsasofyesterday]

[ihatedthatcunt]

Julian could behave if he put his mind to it, there wasn’t an extreme lack of empathy within him but he didn’t have as much as regular people did. This left him to be described as unpredictable and moody, he could be smiling and friendly one moment and then something would set him off seconds later. Having been a celebrity once he needed to make sure he was on his best behavior at all times, so the ability was definitely there. 

This didn’t mean he would, only that he could.

Helping her get to her feet, Julian walked her towards the old, abandoned penitentiary he called home. He’d fixed it up a little, just enough to suit himself but it still looked creepy to other people.

“Just over there,” he told her, gesturing to the massive compound stretched out before them, “don’t worry, the guard towers aren’t armed and the place is empty.”

[misspolythenepam]

As they came closer to the man's home she felt weirded out at looking at it. Did he really live there? It was sort of particular.

“Do you live there?” She asked just to make sure. Macarena didn't see anything like it before. As they entered the place chills ran down her spine, making her hurt knees go weak and she almost fell down again, but she hold tight onto the man's arm, letting him lead her into his place, their steps echoing in the dark.

“It really is empty.”

[misspolythenepam]

Pam looked up at the blue sky, still waiting. She thought about leaving and what she was doing with her life. She was nineteen and didn’t do anything besides following bands around and work at record stores. She was supposed to go to an Ivy League school but she still was waiting for the letter that was taking way too long to arrive. Thinking about it gave it anxiety, what if she didn’t get accepted? what if she didn’t marry a music man? she would be nobody and would be forgotten soon.

She was about to get up and go home to take and read anthropology book when he came out.

There he was, one of them. The guitarist, what was his name? she couldn’t remember but she knew he was a Humble Pie. She looked up at him and smiled. 

“I don’t know…” She answered, looking calm. “Around four o’clock, maybe?” The black haired girl shrugged and kept eyeing him. God, he looked so british it was impossible to mistake him for a californian native. “Got something to do?” 

[misspolythenepam]

Her eyes widened in awe. Why would they remain locked up in the hotel that early? She shook her head and laughed.

“What do you mean? Do you mean you guys aren't visiting the Sunset Strip? You haven't been there before, have you?” it was her opportunity, she made up a movie in her head where she would take the band to the most iconic places on the Sunset Strip where they'd have a blast and then she would become Humble Pie's queen. It all seemed perfect in her head, she just had to work it on real life.

“You can't go to the hotel now. It's early and the city waits for you, guys. Pack up your instruments and all and tell your friends Miss Polythene Pam will take you around the city. Come on, it'll be fun,” Pam extinguished her burning joint and knocked on the backstage's door.

“Go and tell them, I will go inside with you.”

[misspolythenepam]

“I know. He’s so bizarre ,” She knew about Mick’s ways and it was something that always amazed Pam. Macarena always saw Mick as an interesing person to hang around, she felt she could learn a lot from him, although his sex crazed addiction drove Pam away from him, she respected her friend’s taste in men, though. 

“Sometimes, I…no, I always have thought you’re too much for him,” Pam shrugged. “Any girl is too much for a rockstar. You know how they are.”

[misspolythenepam]

Pam started walking as she finished the cigarette. “Oh, Charlie,” she remembered the drummer, nodding. “He’s groovy.” The followed the crowd, Pam wasn’t exactly sure where they were heading to. “Are we going to be on the crowd or do you want to try and sneak backstage? I’m sure the bodyguards still know our faces, ” She shrugged. “only if they are the same. I doubt it, but we can still give it a try.”

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‘‘Let’s focus on going to enjoy the music. If they want us to join and let the old times roll again they’ll make it clear, but as long as we hear them playing it should be fine. Ah they’ll definitely know us, well if they invite us i’ll be more than glad to see them and catch up with the news and stuff. How about you?’‘ They were almost arriving to their destination, Mary gasped when she looked the massive and huge crowd on the place through the window. ‘‘Holly shit this is gonna be a big deal!’‘ she looked at her friend waggling her eyebrows.

[misspolythenepam]

“I'm fine with that.” Pam nodded, she seemed in awe at the bunch of people. They definitely made it. She couldn't help but feel proud about them and thought of happy Brian would be at their success.

“Aw, man. I missed being in the crowd,” They waited patiently until the gates opened and she ran as fast as she could with Mary.

“Run faster!” She gasped as she ran, grabbing Mary by her arm. “They're going to leave us behind!” The people were running in front and behind them, if they were to win the race they'd be awarded with good spots to see the band play.

[misspolythenepam]

“What the hell are you doing in my record store?”

“Ah, of course, looking for records” She laughed. “Don’t mind me. I’m off of my head these days.”

[themicktaylor]

“You nearly had me fooled for a moment, there,” the blonde spoke with a voice as soft and light as his appearance, a grin tugging on the corners of his mouth before lowering his head to focus on the blues section he had his eyes on from the moment he had initially walked into the store. Nimble fingers flipped through familiar names and faces as well as few he hadn’t heard of but lacked an interest to get into. He didn’t have a recognisable face to Stones fans just yet considering he was the new guy–the replacement for the recently deceased Brian Jones–and could afford to stroll about at his leisure though his accent often gave it away that he wasn’t from around those parts.

[misspolythenepam]

The black haired girl scanned the young man from head to toe. He seemed so...familiar. Pam frowned, but continued speaking with a soft tone.

“Search for anything you'd like,” She continued observing him and then she remembered where she knew him from. He was Brian's replacement. He was his long lost lover's replacement. Pam swallowed, holding back tears. She still cried for Brian's death, the deceased musician meant the world to her, but he was now gone and she couldn't do anything about it. “Looks like you're into rock n' roll.”

[pixiememes]

Send me anons as my muse’s parent!

(or parental figure, if they don’t have parents)

[thesummerhasthesun-blog]

Jimmy Page in Cairo, May 1977

“Between the first leg and the second leg of the 1977 North American tour we had a two and a half week break. I decided to break up my trip back to England with a visit to Cairo. This was the first of what was to be a succession of intense visits to the pyramids of Giza and the Sphynx.”

[xmelodicwingsx---a---deactivate]

They’be TALKED about a lot of things, a TON OF PERSONAL things that mean a LOT TO THEM. Jimmy about his art &&. music.He felt COMFORTABLE around her, even if little wa to be said on his part. He liked her and felt a connection. A small smile was now appearing on his face, his hair perfectly curling around his neck.

❝I’m happy for you. You get to have your dreams come to true.❞

That WARM smile NEVER LEAVING his face. He kept glancing at her. Jimmy was really happy for her. That she was going to do something she wanted to do. Something that he was apart of in a conversation.

❝I think you’ll enjoy it. You’ve worked hard for something like this.❞

[misspolythenepam]

Pam beamed. Seeing him being happy for him was something beyond her.

“Thank you,” She smiled widely. “I really appreciate it. After I graduate I will go to South America to explore my roots. Remember when I told you about it? That idea is still in my mind, never leaving,” She dreamt about it quite often. “I will have to learn Spanish soon.” She leaned in close him and put her head on his shoulder, looking up at the stars again.

“Would you like to go there with me?” When she asked that she looked at him, searching for his eyes. Sharing that trip with him would make it even more perfect.