Johan Halvorsson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alskar_musik) wrote2022-04-19 07:04 pm
alskar_musik) wrote2022-04-19 07:04 pm
All aboard the crazy train
Johan's alarm clock went off in his ear as he turned and then slammed it onto the floor with his arm. The beep sounded a bit off as he roused himself from his bed. It was still dark. What the fuck? Why had his alarm gone off at what time was it even?
"2am? What the fuck?--"
It was then he realised that it wasn't his alarm clock that had gone off but his phone. It was beeping madly rattling around on the bedside cabinet in his hotel bedroom. Someone was trying to get hold of him. Groaning, the guitarist pushed his wild dirty blond hair away from his face as he snatched up his phone, staring at it with tired eyes.
It was Fredrik.
"Get your ass over to the tour bus, lazy bastard! We're on tour and we've stopped close by your hotel for a pit stop break."
Oh yeah. The tour. Johan's younger brother, Fredrik, had invited the guitarist to the crazy tour with the other musicians and this was the reason he was now sleeping inside a rather posh LA hotel, only having arrived from Sweden a day or two ago. It was madness. Typing back, Johan yawned and began pulling on his clothes with his free hand whilst typing in the other.
"Be there soon. Send me the coordinates."
Shoving his phone into his jeans pockets, Johan then set about vacating his hotel room and making a move to the tour bus. He was soon sent another text since he could feel the buzzing in his back pocket. Now, he knew where the bus was.
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Half an hour and one taxi cab ride later Johan was now walking up to the rather luxurious and fucking huge bus. It was massive! But then it had to be if there were over six or so bands living inside of it. Who the fuck could drive such a beast? Walking up to the door, he knocked twice, adjusting his skull guitar over his shoulder.
"2am? What the fuck?--"
It was then he realised that it wasn't his alarm clock that had gone off but his phone. It was beeping madly rattling around on the bedside cabinet in his hotel bedroom. Someone was trying to get hold of him. Groaning, the guitarist pushed his wild dirty blond hair away from his face as he snatched up his phone, staring at it with tired eyes.
It was Fredrik.
"Get your ass over to the tour bus, lazy bastard! We're on tour and we've stopped close by your hotel for a pit stop break."
Oh yeah. The tour. Johan's younger brother, Fredrik, had invited the guitarist to the crazy tour with the other musicians and this was the reason he was now sleeping inside a rather posh LA hotel, only having arrived from Sweden a day or two ago. It was madness. Typing back, Johan yawned and began pulling on his clothes with his free hand whilst typing in the other.
"Be there soon. Send me the coordinates."
Shoving his phone into his jeans pockets, Johan then set about vacating his hotel room and making a move to the tour bus. He was soon sent another text since he could feel the buzzing in his back pocket. Now, he knew where the bus was.
***
Half an hour and one taxi cab ride later Johan was now walking up to the rather luxurious and fucking huge bus. It was massive! But then it had to be if there were over six or so bands living inside of it. Who the fuck could drive such a beast? Walking up to the door, he knocked twice, adjusting his skull guitar over his shoulder.
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"Um.... I think the Harlots all are? Uh... Torden, Ulfen and Ansgar... uh.. they're together but thier relationship is open." He paused and then looked to Fredrik. "Is Hjalmar sleeping with Torden now too?"
Mikkel was trying to think. "Missy and Devon from Hexed. UH....Harald.. he's hot too. I heard from Vars someone he knew was coming but I don't know. Mmm...Gloria's friend Judith, I think. Rex??"
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Fredrik just hated groupies anyway as did Johan. Mikkel's question got Fredrik thinking. Was Hjalmar sleeping with Torden? The guitarist had said he liked the hairy Dane so....maybe? It was hard to keep up with it all.
"I think he is? Maybe. Hjalmar is usually too drunk to get anything out of him. Rex, I think he's single but likes Ansgar. Likes touching his ripped pants I heard!"
That got Fredrik giggling.
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Not many of them slept with groupies and fewer now from what Mikkel could tell. The Dane snuggled into Fredrik's shoulder to lean there while they were talking.
"Rex was shoving his whole hand into the rip in my brother's pants." Mikkel wondered how sober Ansgar had been and he worried, like Torden did, of someone taking advantage of the blonde Dane. "Rex better watch out. If he upsets Ansgar, Torden will tear him five ways from the side."
Torden was such a sweet man but Mikkel knew that all that caring could turn into a hornets nest. "Torden probably is sleeping with your guitarist. He's probably getting all four of them in bed. He's a dirty bastard too."