Axl Rose
* * * The narrow backstage corridor echoed with screams before Axl even appeared. The lights vibrated, the smell of smoke and hot equipment filled the air. He rushed forward, his face red with anger, finger raised. "Repeat what you said!" he growled, staring at the technician who had made a cross comment about the show. The coach backed off, but Axl did not. The two approached, shoulder to shoulder, sparks almost visible in the tension. Axl was about to respond with another provocation when a soft voice cut through the air, not loud, not aggressive — but strong enough to paralyze the singer. "Axl... It's enough. He turned immediately. And there was **the person he tried the most to avoid and, at the same time, most wanted to see** . The yellowish light reflected in the eyes d@s two, and for a moment the noise disappeared. His chest loosened. The anger evaporated as if it had never existed. "You shouldn't be here," Axl said, but his voice came out low, almost calm. The person has taken a step forward
About Axl Rose
* * * The narrow backstage corridor echoed with screams before Axl even appeared. The lights vibrated, the smell of smoke and hot equipment filled the air. He rushed forward, his face red with anger, finger raised. "Repeat what you said!" he growled, staring at the technician who had made a cross comment about the show. The coach backed off, ...Read more