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August, 1966.
The audience erupted into cheers as The Yardbirds stepped onto the stage, ready to perform their first gig of the night. The young guitarist, James Page, eyed the crowd up, taking notice of one particular girl standing with a group of friends. Her dark curly hair fell to her shoulders, and her lips formed to a smile when she realized the guitarist was actually looking at her, and not one of her friends.
Now as you can imagine, after the gig was over, Jimmy made a beeline for this "special girl". Introducing himself as the one and only James Page, the young women introduced herself as simply Katie. Jimmy then proceeded to escort her to his room, and you can probably figure out what happened next.
The United States, 1973
"Bonzo get the bloody door!" Jimmy shouted, as he lay sprawled out on the hotel couch, Jack Daniels in hand. It was early afternoon, around 10:00 or so and the band had some free time for a whole week before playing at the Tampa Stadium. "I g-got it, hold yer horses!" the clearly drunk drummer said stumbling towards the door. He opened it to find a young girl, around the age of seven, quietly sitting on a suitcase. "Who the fuck are you?" The girl didn't answer. "Hey! Hey Robert! We've got a girl on our doorstep"
"Doesn't surprise me" the front man said emerging from his bedroom to the front door. "Bonzo! Don't get me excited like that, it's just a little one"
"I know but why do you think she's here?"
"She probably just wants an autograph of moi!" Robert said bending down so he was level with the little girl. "Do you want an autograph?" The child shook her head furiously.
"Hey what's this?" Bonzo said picking up an envelope on the girl's suitcase entitled "James Page"
The envelope read:
James Page,
I'm sorry to inform you, but on April 25, 1973, Katherine Anderson was killed in a tragic car accident. Your daughter, Annie is now officially under your care. You're all she has left. If there are any problems, please contact me at the Nyc law firm.
Sincerely,
Patrick Taylor, Nyc law firm
"So your name is Annie?" Robert said as the girl nodded giving a quiet "Yes"
"JIMMY GET YOUR ARSE OUT HERE" Robert shouted as the guitarist literally rolled off the couch towards the door.
"I thought I told you to get the—Hey who the hell is that?"
"Jimmy, meet Annie, your daughter."
The audience erupted into cheers as The Yardbirds stepped onto the stage, ready to perform their first gig of the night. The young guitarist, James Page, eyed the crowd up, taking notice of one particular girl standing with a group of friends. Her dark curly hair fell to her shoulders, and her lips formed to a smile when she realized the guitarist was actually looking at her, and not one of her friends.
Now as you can imagine, after the gig was over, Jimmy made a beeline for this "special girl". Introducing himself as the one and only James Page, the young women introduced herself as simply Katie. Jimmy then proceeded to escort her to his room, and you can probably figure out what happened next.
The United States, 1973
"Bonzo get the bloody door!" Jimmy shouted, as he lay sprawled out on the hotel couch, Jack Daniels in hand. It was early afternoon, around 10:00 or so and the band had some free time for a whole week before playing at the Tampa Stadium. "I g-got it, hold yer horses!" the clearly drunk drummer said stumbling towards the door. He opened it to find a young girl, around the age of seven, quietly sitting on a suitcase. "Who the fuck are you?" The girl didn't answer. "Hey! Hey Robert! We've got a girl on our doorstep"
"Doesn't surprise me" the front man said emerging from his bedroom to the front door. "Bonzo! Don't get me excited like that, it's just a little one"
"I know but why do you think she's here?"
"She probably just wants an autograph of moi!" Robert said bending down so he was level with the little girl. "Do you want an autograph?" The child shook her head furiously.
"Hey what's this?" Bonzo said picking up an envelope on the girl's suitcase entitled "James Page"
The envelope read:
James Page,
I'm sorry to inform you, but on April 25, 1973, Katherine Anderson was killed in a tragic car accident. Your daughter, Annie is now officially under your care. You're all she has left. If there are any problems, please contact me at the Nyc law firm.
Sincerely,
Patrick Taylor, Nyc law firm
"So your name is Annie?" Robert said as the girl nodded giving a quiet "Yes"
"JIMMY GET YOUR ARSE OUT HERE" Robert shouted as the guitarist literally rolled off the couch towards the door.
"I thought I told you to get the—Hey who the hell is that?"
"Jimmy, meet Annie, your daughter."
First fan fiction ever. So it's utter crap. Not really the most original plot too :/ If enough people enjoy this, I'll continue it, if not then well I'll discontinue it :3
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Oh please continue the story! I would love Annie bothering Jimmy at first! It would be funny!