As Darla was contemplating what was happening to her backstage at the big

rock show, Buzz was heading around the outside of the building towards the

trucks and busses.  He could hear the last strains of the music booming out of

the building and the obligatory big rock ending and the fans, his buddies,

screaming for just one more, arms outstretched and almost flaming.  Buzz was

still a little buzzed but the throbbing pain throughout his body was bringing

him down quickly and his thoughts momentarily turned from Darla to his

Monte Carlo where he had a six pack of warm Carlings in the trunk.  So off he

went, which took a little more time than he had thought. He also managed to

find a pretty good sized roach on the dirty, shaggy red carpet he had glued to

his dash to impress the few chicks that had actually ridden with Buzz in his

Monte.  He fired the roach up and chugged some beer and looped the

reminder of beer through his belt with the plastic beer holder and thus

equipped went out to find Darla and finish what he had set out to do that night.

Meanwhile, backstage at the big rock show Darla was becoming excited.  Not

only was she being taken care of by the roadies she had just met, deep down

somewhere she felt that something was about to happen to her, something

bigger than life and maybe, just maybe, she thought that she could get into one

of the big rock videos on MTV with a tattered low cut black dress with her

breasts almost visible.  She was fantasizing about her future stardom as a video

bimbo when the first wave of dreamy consciousness brought her back to

reality.  It was a warm tingly feeling as two half gloved hands gently squeezed

her tits and she was surprised at her own reaction, or her lack of action we

should say.  For Darla, right backstage and in plain view, with the final

crescendo of loud music blaring out, was being dragged down into the abyss of

heavy metal rock and roll, and as her nipples hardened and the music stopped

she lost control of herself.  Darla’s knees got weak and she turned around to

where the hands were coming from, somewhere behind her and look up, up

into the face of a gap toothed grinning roadie, with a look on his face that

could only mean one thing:  Darla was about to commit herself to rock and

roll, and there would be no turning back.