Jamming Good with Weird and Gilly

"He does? Oh well, that would make sense. We all help each other do our hair and make-up in the dressing room. Weird usually helps me with mine."

Was Gilly secretly a little bit jealous? Yes, he was. But he didn't want any bitterness between himself and Ziggy so tried to shrug off his jealousy. They could both admire Mick from a distance because it seemed neither of them would ever get the man. The handsome but sometimes dumb blond.

"They shouldn't hit a girl. Fucking cowards. You bitched them? I would have scratched their eyes out."

This was after Gilly hurled abusive insults at them first of course. The famous tarty trashmouth would be on full form. At Ziggy's words the drummer blushed. Leaning his back against the elevator wall, Gilly sighed a little and looked to Ziggy. The singer was so tall. Everyone knew it but being up close to him made Gilly feel very small indeed.

"Dirty dreams? I've had some of those too. Some too dirty to mention. He is so sexy and I bet he fucks rough."

The drummer giggling at that outburst.