asking 70s rockstar ellie williams to sign your tits
(totally inspired by daisy jones and the six. drunk as hell while writing and posting this. english isn't my first language fyi. dedicated to my beloved @bambi-luvs )
the four
ellie williams the bassist in the rock band “the four” you started worshipping at a time when they weren't as famous. rockstars known all over the world they would become in the years to come.
their song “look me in the eye” was a hit – number one for three whole weeks. a summer plague for many. you heard it for the first time while working at the diner. you remember freezing in your movements the first time you heard it. after your shift you went and bought the whole album. but it wasn't until you saw the cover of the vinyl that shit got serious. there she was with her smudged eyeliner and her messy bun with strands of auburn hair laying against her freckled cheeks.
the band consisted of jesse – the frontman singer and guitarist. with his buttoned down denim flannels and with a face women gawked over.
warren on drums: a womanizer with his hairy black mustache. a joint between his lips constantly.
karen on keyboard. with her perfect face, charming british accent and perfect sense of style– every girl wanted to be her.
and then there was ellie on bass (and in secret the person who wrote all the songs). she didn't want everyone having access to her soul. she let jesse take the credit for it. she didn't mind. ellie didn't do it for fame or money anyway, she did it to survive. to not write or play music would kill her.
july 13th 1972
shortly after the four went on tour. they were coming to a city two hours away from yours playing at this smaller “hippie” festival. you hitch hiked from your small town to a bigger one and from there you got a ride with an older couple that were heading down south. you told them about the band. they sighed when you told the name of the fours hit song – they were one of the people that it was a summer plague for.
you waited outside the venue in the morning hoping to see them. you were the first to arrive. at lunch time it was full of people. girls had written signs hoping the would read it, boys trying to be cool had brought weed hoping one of the band members would take it. then they would have a story to tell people at parties. ”jesse from the four smoked my weed”. you could imagine one of those lame boys telling a girl at some party they wanted to sleep with.
their tour bus was painted with flowers and with a big red font “the four”. the girls screamed and the boys adjusted their posture when the bus appeared. you had written a letter you wanted to give to ellie about what their music meant to you and how hot she was but when she actually walked by you something possessed you. you pulled down your already too revealing top asking her to sign your tits. warren's eyes widened (for some reason even wider than ellies eyes did).
ellie was never the center of attention which she liked. she rarely joined the parties after their gigs. instead she sat piled up in a corner of their tour bus writing. it was a high no substance could ever surpass.
ellie was always the in the corner but then suddenly there was this beautiful woman in front of her asking her to sign her tits. like she was a rockstar.
ellie was even more beautiful up close. you could see every freckle that traced across her cheek and smell all the cigarettes she had smoked.
she had a cigarette in one hand and the other grabbed your shoulder. the pen she had taken out of your hand swiftly with shaking hands. the smoke of the cigarette landing in your face. and her fingers with black nail polish that was scraped off.
with red hiding beneath her freckles she opened the lid of the pen with her teeth. she looked into your eyes right before the pen landed against your chest. it felt like fire burning against your skin as she started dribbling with the pen against your chest.
to this day you still don't know what she wrote, the handwriting unreadable.
