Citlali's POV
Led Zeppelin and Peter moved to a bigger suite, on the last floor of the hotel. It had been under maintenance until today and now they could move in. It took the whole floor as if it were a penthouse. It had a living room, three bathrooms, and some separate rooms. It had a small minibar, which Jimmy stared longingly at, a large television and a bigger balcony with comfortable chairs. I'd never seen such a vast suite, the floor carpet a deep red, and the walls covered by golden wallpaper. Warm light filtrated from the various windows in each side of the suite as the cream colored curtains were drawn.
I didn't say a word, though my mind was constantly saying '' wow''. Peter automically picked a room and locked himself in. Bonzo went to the bar and served himself a tall glass of Jack Daniels. Jimmy went with him but didn't drink anything, looking sadly at the bottle with a thirsted expression. Jonesy turned on the PortaColor TV, and sat beside it, changing the channels manually, looking for something to watch, and not finding anything so taking his bass out of its case and playing it lightly. Robert plopped down on the floor beside him, resuming Jonesy's channel browsing and flipping through the channels again, until he stopped on the news channel and leant back. I needed some fresh air so I went to the balcony and sat on one of the chairs, lighting a cigarette and admiring the view of my beloved city.
Jimmy's POV
John was drinking happily his glass of whisky, not bothering to drink it slowly and finishing it in a few gulps. He then filled it again and drank it down, repeating the process until the bottle was empty and he had a smile plastered on his face.
'' I wonder what would happen if I drank anything.'' I said
''Well... You could die.'' he slurred and laughed a little, smashing his fist down on the table.
''I'm not playing Bonzo. Really.''
''I'm not playing either.'' he said, beginning to laugh again.
''Do you have any drugs on you? '' I said, changing the subject.
''Yes. But I'm not giving you any.'' he said in a high pitched tone, like an older sister telling her smaller brother that she had sweets but wouldn't give him any.
'' Why not?'' I pressed
''Because I don't want to.'' he said. '' And you know I won't fall for any tricks, like the other lads.''
''I hate you Bonzo.''
'' Love you too, sweetie.'' he said in a sugary voice as he stood up, swaying lightly. He ruffled my hair and headed towards the balcony, slamming the balcony door open with excessive force.
I growled, smoothing my hair back again and regained my thinking.
What if I have just a little drink, a little sip.
Jonesy's POV
I played Dazed and Confused a few times, perfecting it, then I moved on to I Can't Quit You Baby and You Shook Me. Sometimes, I wondered how the others rehearsed so little. They acted so careless between one place and another, always wasting time on birds, drinking or drugs. Though, even if I often accompanied them, I also took time to play my bass.
Citlali's POV
The balcony door opened with a deafening sound, and out came Bonzo, humming merrily. He sat across from me and crossed his legs, placing his hands on his knee and studying me carefully.
'' Hi.'' I said, trying to make things less awkward.
''Hello.'' he slurred, nodding his head a little.
