Just a bunch of stories of your favorite 80s heartthrobs. Some are of just the actor, others are of their roles. I'll happily take requests and I hope you enjoy♡
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"Thank you Futuristic City and good night!" I shout into the microphone with my hands in the air. My smile slowly dropped as I looked at disappointed faces with no claps.
"Sounds like something my ancestors would listen to."
"They do realize it's 2688, right?"
I looked around at my band mates to see them with the same reactions as me.
The owner of the club came over and grabbed the microphone. "Okay, that was String Theory everyone. Next for our open mic night is Cosmo Envy!" Now the whole crowd cheered.
I angrily ran off the stage. "This is completely unfair! We worked so hard to get here. So what if I like music over 700 years old!"
My band mates came over and sat down with me. "I wonder if this is what our ancestors thought about that Mozart guy or whatever his name is." Our guitar player Maxx said as he slouched onto the couch.
"Those guys were way more talented and actually played music of their time." Our drummer Vega placed her head in her hands.
Lastly is our bass player Cyrus. "Hey, we're talented. You are right about the time period part though."
I sighed and took a swig of my water. "Guys, I think we should just disband and move on with our lives. We will never make it big."
Maxx stood up abruptly. "And then what? Join the army like how my father always wanted? Trust me y/n, when I hear star wars now, I don't think of the classic movie."
"Perhaps all you need is to fit in with your time." A voice came from behind us. We turned around to see a random guy with... a phone booth?
"Is that a phone booth? I've heard about these. I heard they started to vanish at the start of the 21st century. Except in England where they became decorations. I heard that they are stacked like dominos somewhere in London." Cyrus walked over and opened up the door of it.
Maxx scoffed. "You mean you have to use your hands?"
Vega turned and slapped him. "Shut up. Let's see what this guy has to say." She turned to face the man.
"Who are you?" I asked him.
"My name is Rufus. I've heard about you guys and after hearing how you sound tonight, you remind me of a band I know from the 1980s."
"Van Halen?" Vega's eyes lit up.
"Guns N Roses?" Cyrus smiled.
"Def Leppard?" Maxx threw his arms up.
"Nope. Wyld Stallyns." Rufus grinned back at us as all our of faces turned into confusion.
"Wyld Stallyns? We've never heard of them." I tried to think but they didn't sound familiar.
Rufus brought out a holographic television. "I think you know them."
A video suddenly appeared on the screen. It looked like it was filmed on one of those hand video thingys in a garage. A blonde guy with a guitar came into view, introducing himself as Bill S. Preston Esq.
