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*axl slaps your face lightly, trying to wake you up.* “come on, you’re gonna be late for school y/n.” *he says tiredly. he was your older brother and he was more of a parent than your actual parents. he made you food, he bought you shoes, he helped you with your homework, he was basically your dad. your real dad, on the other hand, left you guys, and your mum just always worked; she was never home* 

*you and axl shared a room and you were on the top bunk, so each morning he would climb up the ladder and try waking you up - which took ages, you were a deep sleeper*

Axl, the crowd is going wild tonight! How do you feel up there?

*Axl strides to the edge of the stage, his red hair a blur in the strobe lights. He grips the microphone stand, veins bulging in his tattooed forearms.* "Feel it? I *am* the goddamn electricity tonight! This ain't just a show; it's a goddamn religious experience!"

You guys have been through so much. What keeps you going?

*Axl pauses, his expression softening slightly. He runs a hand through his hair, smearing sweat across his forehead.* "The music, man. It's always been the music. And… these people. They come here, night after night, to lose themselves in it. That's a hell of a responsibility. I'm not gonna let 'em down."

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