WildHoney
Blue Crack Distributor
at last the long awaited chapter 3, hope you like it
Disclaimer: Totally untrue, don't know the band although i wish i did. etc, etc.....
NB : the sex museum in Amsterdam was not acually opened until 1985 and was not upto the description i include in my story until the present day. i have included it as
this for the purpose of the story. i have never been there so if i have written something wrong i apologise, as usual i have used my imagination.
There will also be an unedited version of this story available within the next few days
end of Chapter 2
Bono walked to the exit, he needed some space, some time alone. He was still hyped from the performance and he was going insane. Sadie, what had she done to him?
Why was she in his head? The only relief he’d had was during the concert, now that was over she was back. It wasn’t a bad thing he just wanted her, needed her, yet he
didn’t’ even know her. What was happening, he didn’t understand. Was this love he was feeling? He arrived at the van, light up a cigarette and leaned on the back door,
inhaling deeply. All these complex feelings so alien to him, making his head spin. He’d have to try and concentrate on the job in hand and try and get hold of Sadie when
they returned to London. A few more days that was all, until he saw her again.
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" Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Paul", Bono pleaded with his manager.
Paul looked at the boys, “I’m not going to get any peace unless I let you go, am I??”
Four young faces looked back at him, beseeching for him to say they could go.
“Oh alright but you better behave yourselves “Paul chuckled he knew they would get into some sort of trouble.
“Yes dad” Larry smirked.
“Are you sure?” Bono asked with a cheeky grin, not quite believing Paul would trust them alone in Amsterdam.
“Yes I’m sure; now leave before I change my mind.” Sometimes Paul felt more like their father than manager. The thought of having four kids at 29 scared him, although these boys were 19 and 20, they were a little naïve. But if they didn’t experience life outside Ireland, they never would mature.
“And be back by 5.00pm, so we can prepare for tonight’s gig” He looked up to see the door closing behind them. Well that suited him just fine, he had a bit of business to attend to and would then grab himself some culture at the Van Gogh museum. He just hoped they’d be sensible enough.
“Right, show me the way to the nearest coffee house!!” Adam looked at Edge who was in charge of the guidebook.
“Adam!! “ Edge looked up gruffly from his book; “I thought we’d see a bit of Amsterdam first?”
“What “by bit of Amsterdam”, you mean the science museum?!” Larry sniggered.
“I need a beer, I got a bit of a sore throat” Bono huskily muttered.
“So what is the nearest museum, then Edge? “ Larry decided he’d take charge otherwise they’d end up nowhere.
Edge consorted his map, looked around the group, looked at his map again, and then gave a little sigh.” It’s the sex museum, it’s just over there!”
Before he could object, the other three were charging over the square to where he’d pointed. He exhaled noisily and followed them, it wasn’t that he didn’t like sex but he needed some science, make his brain think. He laughed as he saw Adam proudly going in first followed by Bono & Larry.
As Edge walked in the door, he saw the boys all standing there, with their mouths almost on the floor with lust. He looked at the object of their fascination. Standing there was one of the most beautiful girls he’d ever seen. Her angelic face framed by her shoulder length blond hair, her body was perfection her clothes not leaving a lot to their imagination. She was wearing black stilettos, her legs seeming to go on forever up to the hem of her leather mini skirt, her low cut white top showing a flash of her young tender flesh when she moved.
“Hello, my name’s Ingrid. Can I help you gentlemen?”
“Can we come?” Bono stammered “How much for the four of us to enter?”
Larry roared with laughter “It sounds like you propositioning her!”
Ingrid smiled at them; she’d heard it all before. The dark haired one who had a stutter was a cutie.
“I’m sorry” Bono blushed “I meant how much for us to all view the museum?”
“Ohh your Irish”, Ingrid loved Irishmen. “Well the boss is not here so I’ll give you a special guided tour. My grandfather is from Dublin so I give you it freely” she said as she waked to the door shutting it and returning to the entrance.
“Follow me” she commanded, her pert little arse wiggling seductively through the door; Adam fighting to be the first through after her.
“Welcome to the world's first and oldest sex museum, the "Venustempel”. A leading museum on the theme of sensual love with an extensive collection of erotic pictures, paintings, objects, recordings, photographs and even attractions. All of the exhibits have been gathered together personally by the owners and can be viewed at your pleasure.” Ingrid purred.
Adam’s groin was throbbing, God he wanted Ingrid. He let her pleasure him right now. Better work on her before Bono did. He switched his charm offensive on.
“So what’s a girl like you doing working in a place like this?” Adam asked as he walked next to Ingrid.
“I work here because I like sex” she shrugged. She knew what his game was, get into her panties not that she was wearing any as it was too hot under her mini leather skirt. She was more interested in the dark haired guy.
“So, let me know your names, boys. As you know mine and it seems so rude, me not using yours.”
“Well I’m Adam, and that’s Bono, Edge and the baby other there’s Larry”
So he was called Bono. Unusual names for Irishmen, Bono & Edge. Ingrid smiled at Bono; she knew she’d be shagging him before long. No one could resist her.
“So Ingrid, I’m a man of the world” Adam had to reel her in, “My dad was a pilot and growing up I lived in Nairobi before we moved to Ireland. I’ve traveled extensively too, Pakistan, Europe and America to mention a few”
“Oh really” Ingrid stopped as they reached the next exhibit.
“Here we have some classical antiquities” Ingrid motioned to a set of plates showing various sexual practices. “Cleopatra is known to have been a right hussy. With Caesar at the forefront! The ancient Greeks "did it" gladly and often. It didn't matter if it was with women or with men and of course preferably "Greek style". But the Romans absolutely epitomized wild sexual excesses.”
“That’s disgusting” Larry was repulsed by the thought of men “together” “That just isn’t natural”
“Cooie Larry baby” Bono waved effeminately at him, “Does that mean we won’t be together tonight?”
“You try it you cunt and I’ve shove your todger right up your own arse” Larry retorted seething.
Edge just looked at them, he might as well get a job at the UN, as he was always negotiating peace between Bono & Larry. “Lads, not with a lady present”
“Sorry” Bono and Larry responded in unison at Ingrid
“No worries. Shall we move on to the next room?” Ingrid smiled and motioned that they should follow her.
As Larry walked through the doorway, Bono motioned Edge to follow, whilst somehow slapping Larry’s bum, Larry turned around and squared up to the Edge.
“Hey, Lars it wasn’t me” Edge protesting his innocence. Bono just carried on walking after Adam & Ingrid chuckling to himself. Larry was so easy to wind up; he loved a good old fashioned punch up.
Adam looked behind him, great the others were a bit behind, “So it’s my first time in Amsterdam, anywhere you suggest I should go, for a good time? I’m here for a wild time, I heard it’s the place to get one”, her accent was driving him insane, it had a sexual tension to it, causing his jeans to get unbearably tight.
Ingrid smiled, this Adam guy sure did try hard, it was obvious he wanted to spend some time getting high with her in more ways than one. “Well there’s a good coffee shop just a few minutes walk from here, I recommend. My friend owns it so if you tell him I sent you he’ll get a good deal”.
The others sheepishly caught up to them, Ingrid was so amazed how men were so immature at times, didn’t matter what their nationality; they were all the same
“In the Middle Ages sexual pleasure was even believed to be the Devil's work. Those who gave their sexual lusts free rein were persecuted by the Church and ended up on the stake. The wisest course of action was to keep sexual urges hidden”...
The boys looked at the brass statue of the devil sitting, legs spread with a huge erection.
“Bono, do you think that looks like Adam?” Larry whispered into Bono’s ear.
Larry & Bono began laughing uncontrollably, much to the bemusement of Adam, Edge & Ingrid.
Edge couldn’t believe it, now Bono & Larry were the best of friends, sharing some private joke..
“Sorry” Bono said trying not to giggle, “it’s just I didn’t realise when I was told the devil had horns that it meant that “pointing at the devils erection. Once more Larry & Bono were out of control..
“I must admit that statue could be modeled on me “Adam looked at Ingrid waiting for her to take his flirtation seriously
Ingrid looked down, as if to compare, yeah he could be right, “Maybe but I think you’d be walking rather weirdly if you were that big.” Adam looked hurt, but although she was flattered by his efforts her eyes were still firmly set on Bono, although he was immature, it wasn’t his brain she wanted.
Now how could she get his attention? What if she tried the whoops ploy? It had worked before. Making sure Bono was nearest to her she dropped her bracelet onto the floor, close to her feet. “Oh dear, I’ve dropped my bracelet, Bono would you be kind enough to pick that up for me? This skirt is so tight I can’t bend over.”
“Er Sure”, Bono bent over. As he did Ingrid blatantly shifted her posture so he could see up her skirt and see that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He felt the familiar surge, god maybe that was all he needed, a release. Ingrid was obviously handing herself to him on a plate and girls definitely weren’t like this in Ireland. He stood up and handed her the bracelet,
“Well that brought a rush to my head” he said telling her through his eyes she’d hooked him.
“Right shall we carry on, gentlemen? And here we have the interactive section which offers visitors privacy in one of these small padded booths which have a selection of films playing continuously”
“What porno??” Bono sniggered.
“Yes, adult movies are on show there” Ingrid smiled. “And over here we have our display of contemporary paintings that can be viewed from one of three appropriately shaped seven-foot long vibrating chairs.”
“Well gentlemen that concludes the tour unless you want to experience any of these items first hand?”
Silence.
“Well thank you Ingrid that was emm interesting.” Edge held out his hand for her to shake. He couldn’t wait to get out and grab a beer. They just didn’t have this sort of thing in Dublin. He wished he’d gone and played with his knobs and bolts at the science museum as he wanted.
“My pleasure”, Ingrid smiled shaking his hand.
“Yeah thanks” Larry wasn’t offering his hand; he didn’t know where she or it had been.
“The pleasure was all ours” Adam tried one last time to get her attention bending down to kiss her cheek. No response. Oh well nothing ventured nothing gained.
The boys headed for the exit, Bono shifted on his feet, wanting to go with them but wanting to stay for some extra viewing. “Edge”, Bono beckoned him to him and whispered in his ear.
Edge caught up with Adam & Larry outside the entrance, “Where’s Bono? “ Adam asked.
“He’s decided he wants to view a movie. He’ll meet up with us later back at the B&B”, Edge replied trying not to let on he was staying with Ingrid.
“Hey, I know of this really good coffee house around the corner, let’s go get high” Adam quipped. So he’d lost out to Bono; so what it was Ingrid’s loss and he’d pick up a groupie or two later, no worry.
“Ok but I’m sticking to a caffeine high” Edge replied.
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“Its 7 O’clock we’re on in 30 minutes, where the hell is Bono?” Paul wasn’t happy. There was going to be a lot of influential members of the Dutch music press here tonight and the lead singer was no where to be found.
“You know that he likes being late for everything. I’m sure he’ll get here”, Edge hoped he was right. It would be one massive inconvenience if Bono didn’t show. Bono had never been missing this close to a gig. He knew where they left him but who knows where he was now.
Just then the door opened, in walked Bono as if nothing was wrong.
“Where the hell you been? Do you know what time it is??” Edge demanded. God now he sounded just like Paul.
“What? We’re not on stage to 7.30 and I forgot where we were playing, had to go through the telephone directory. I knew it was the name of a sweet but couldn’t remember which one.”
Paul walked into the changing room “Thank the heavens you’re here, now where’s the rhythm section”
Bono looked at him, “Adam’s outside getting into his rhythm with a groupie”
Paul shook his head, sometimes he despaired. Had he been wrong to follow his gut instinct and take on these boys? Then again he’s teenage years had hardly been innocent. He walked out to the backstage door. He swung the door open and looked into the dark alleyway, he saw some shadows over the far side, a young girl standing up from a kneeling position wiping any evidence from her face, Adam fag in mouth adjusting himself whilst doing up his zip. “Adam come on, we’re on in 20.”
Adam looked at the girl, “Cheers darling that was awesome” and casually walked away. The girl looked expectantly at Paul.
“Sorry love, the entrance is that way. No freebies with this band.” Paul closed the door; he must talk to them about that. That behavior wasn’t what he wanted from this band.
Adam and Paul walked into the dressing room, all the band together. Larry had reappeared from wherever he’d been hiding.
“Right boys; just give it your best. Good luck “Paul made his way to the bar, he preferred watching them perform from the back of the venue, he could get an overall feel for the concert, how people were reacting, what the public actually though and obviously charm the music press.
U2 produced a powerful set that the crowd met with a moderate enthusiasm, although the Dutch music press loved it. U2 had arrived in Holland.
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Bono lay on his bed unable to sleep. Guilt, remorse, regret, and shame all these feelings haunting him like an unwanted spirit. How had he ended up here? He wasn’t in a relationship with Sadie yet he felt he’d already cheated on her. All he saw was Sadie’s face the whole time he’d been with Ingrid; he’d even screamed her name, explaining it away to Ingrid as an Irish word for good sex. He didn’t know if she’d believed him, he really didn’t care. He looked around, maybe reading something would help. He looked in the bedside table and picked up a book he hadn’t read for 6 years, since his mother’s death. That book was the Bible.
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They toured Holland and Belgium for a further 3 dates. Bono was stuck down by the “flu”.He found it hard to finish the concerts and wasn’t in the best of form. Deep down though his betrayal of his Sadie was paining him deeply, he needed to be forgiven. Yet would she think him mad if he admitted to cheating on her even though they weren’t together? He was back in London soon, where he’d be able to see her, to hold her, make passionate love to her. They’d be able to spend some time together. The band had
3 weeks off before going off on a UK tour and then onto America.
Tomorrow he would see his beloved Sadie………………………………….
Disclaimer: Totally untrue, don't know the band although i wish i did. etc, etc.....
NB : the sex museum in Amsterdam was not acually opened until 1985 and was not upto the description i include in my story until the present day. i have included it as
this for the purpose of the story. i have never been there so if i have written something wrong i apologise, as usual i have used my imagination.
There will also be an unedited version of this story available within the next few days
end of Chapter 2
Bono walked to the exit, he needed some space, some time alone. He was still hyped from the performance and he was going insane. Sadie, what had she done to him?
Why was she in his head? The only relief he’d had was during the concert, now that was over she was back. It wasn’t a bad thing he just wanted her, needed her, yet he
didn’t’ even know her. What was happening, he didn’t understand. Was this love he was feeling? He arrived at the van, light up a cigarette and leaned on the back door,
inhaling deeply. All these complex feelings so alien to him, making his head spin. He’d have to try and concentrate on the job in hand and try and get hold of Sadie when
they returned to London. A few more days that was all, until he saw her again.
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" Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Paul", Bono pleaded with his manager.
Paul looked at the boys, “I’m not going to get any peace unless I let you go, am I??”
Four young faces looked back at him, beseeching for him to say they could go.
“Oh alright but you better behave yourselves “Paul chuckled he knew they would get into some sort of trouble.
“Yes dad” Larry smirked.
“Are you sure?” Bono asked with a cheeky grin, not quite believing Paul would trust them alone in Amsterdam.
“Yes I’m sure; now leave before I change my mind.” Sometimes Paul felt more like their father than manager. The thought of having four kids at 29 scared him, although these boys were 19 and 20, they were a little naïve. But if they didn’t experience life outside Ireland, they never would mature.
“And be back by 5.00pm, so we can prepare for tonight’s gig” He looked up to see the door closing behind them. Well that suited him just fine, he had a bit of business to attend to and would then grab himself some culture at the Van Gogh museum. He just hoped they’d be sensible enough.
“Right, show me the way to the nearest coffee house!!” Adam looked at Edge who was in charge of the guidebook.
“Adam!! “ Edge looked up gruffly from his book; “I thought we’d see a bit of Amsterdam first?”
“What “by bit of Amsterdam”, you mean the science museum?!” Larry sniggered.
“I need a beer, I got a bit of a sore throat” Bono huskily muttered.
“So what is the nearest museum, then Edge? “ Larry decided he’d take charge otherwise they’d end up nowhere.
Edge consorted his map, looked around the group, looked at his map again, and then gave a little sigh.” It’s the sex museum, it’s just over there!”
Before he could object, the other three were charging over the square to where he’d pointed. He exhaled noisily and followed them, it wasn’t that he didn’t like sex but he needed some science, make his brain think. He laughed as he saw Adam proudly going in first followed by Bono & Larry.
As Edge walked in the door, he saw the boys all standing there, with their mouths almost on the floor with lust. He looked at the object of their fascination. Standing there was one of the most beautiful girls he’d ever seen. Her angelic face framed by her shoulder length blond hair, her body was perfection her clothes not leaving a lot to their imagination. She was wearing black stilettos, her legs seeming to go on forever up to the hem of her leather mini skirt, her low cut white top showing a flash of her young tender flesh when she moved.
“Hello, my name’s Ingrid. Can I help you gentlemen?”
“Can we come?” Bono stammered “How much for the four of us to enter?”
Larry roared with laughter “It sounds like you propositioning her!”
Ingrid smiled at them; she’d heard it all before. The dark haired one who had a stutter was a cutie.
“I’m sorry” Bono blushed “I meant how much for us to all view the museum?”
“Ohh your Irish”, Ingrid loved Irishmen. “Well the boss is not here so I’ll give you a special guided tour. My grandfather is from Dublin so I give you it freely” she said as she waked to the door shutting it and returning to the entrance.
“Follow me” she commanded, her pert little arse wiggling seductively through the door; Adam fighting to be the first through after her.
“Welcome to the world's first and oldest sex museum, the "Venustempel”. A leading museum on the theme of sensual love with an extensive collection of erotic pictures, paintings, objects, recordings, photographs and even attractions. All of the exhibits have been gathered together personally by the owners and can be viewed at your pleasure.” Ingrid purred.
Adam’s groin was throbbing, God he wanted Ingrid. He let her pleasure him right now. Better work on her before Bono did. He switched his charm offensive on.
“So what’s a girl like you doing working in a place like this?” Adam asked as he walked next to Ingrid.
“I work here because I like sex” she shrugged. She knew what his game was, get into her panties not that she was wearing any as it was too hot under her mini leather skirt. She was more interested in the dark haired guy.
“So, let me know your names, boys. As you know mine and it seems so rude, me not using yours.”
“Well I’m Adam, and that’s Bono, Edge and the baby other there’s Larry”
So he was called Bono. Unusual names for Irishmen, Bono & Edge. Ingrid smiled at Bono; she knew she’d be shagging him before long. No one could resist her.
“So Ingrid, I’m a man of the world” Adam had to reel her in, “My dad was a pilot and growing up I lived in Nairobi before we moved to Ireland. I’ve traveled extensively too, Pakistan, Europe and America to mention a few”
“Oh really” Ingrid stopped as they reached the next exhibit.
“Here we have some classical antiquities” Ingrid motioned to a set of plates showing various sexual practices. “Cleopatra is known to have been a right hussy. With Caesar at the forefront! The ancient Greeks "did it" gladly and often. It didn't matter if it was with women or with men and of course preferably "Greek style". But the Romans absolutely epitomized wild sexual excesses.”
“That’s disgusting” Larry was repulsed by the thought of men “together” “That just isn’t natural”
“Cooie Larry baby” Bono waved effeminately at him, “Does that mean we won’t be together tonight?”
“You try it you cunt and I’ve shove your todger right up your own arse” Larry retorted seething.
Edge just looked at them, he might as well get a job at the UN, as he was always negotiating peace between Bono & Larry. “Lads, not with a lady present”
“Sorry” Bono and Larry responded in unison at Ingrid
“No worries. Shall we move on to the next room?” Ingrid smiled and motioned that they should follow her.
As Larry walked through the doorway, Bono motioned Edge to follow, whilst somehow slapping Larry’s bum, Larry turned around and squared up to the Edge.
“Hey, Lars it wasn’t me” Edge protesting his innocence. Bono just carried on walking after Adam & Ingrid chuckling to himself. Larry was so easy to wind up; he loved a good old fashioned punch up.
Adam looked behind him, great the others were a bit behind, “So it’s my first time in Amsterdam, anywhere you suggest I should go, for a good time? I’m here for a wild time, I heard it’s the place to get one”, her accent was driving him insane, it had a sexual tension to it, causing his jeans to get unbearably tight.
Ingrid smiled, this Adam guy sure did try hard, it was obvious he wanted to spend some time getting high with her in more ways than one. “Well there’s a good coffee shop just a few minutes walk from here, I recommend. My friend owns it so if you tell him I sent you he’ll get a good deal”.
The others sheepishly caught up to them, Ingrid was so amazed how men were so immature at times, didn’t matter what their nationality; they were all the same
“In the Middle Ages sexual pleasure was even believed to be the Devil's work. Those who gave their sexual lusts free rein were persecuted by the Church and ended up on the stake. The wisest course of action was to keep sexual urges hidden”...
The boys looked at the brass statue of the devil sitting, legs spread with a huge erection.
“Bono, do you think that looks like Adam?” Larry whispered into Bono’s ear.
Larry & Bono began laughing uncontrollably, much to the bemusement of Adam, Edge & Ingrid.
Edge couldn’t believe it, now Bono & Larry were the best of friends, sharing some private joke..
“Sorry” Bono said trying not to giggle, “it’s just I didn’t realise when I was told the devil had horns that it meant that “pointing at the devils erection. Once more Larry & Bono were out of control..
“I must admit that statue could be modeled on me “Adam looked at Ingrid waiting for her to take his flirtation seriously
Ingrid looked down, as if to compare, yeah he could be right, “Maybe but I think you’d be walking rather weirdly if you were that big.” Adam looked hurt, but although she was flattered by his efforts her eyes were still firmly set on Bono, although he was immature, it wasn’t his brain she wanted.
Now how could she get his attention? What if she tried the whoops ploy? It had worked before. Making sure Bono was nearest to her she dropped her bracelet onto the floor, close to her feet. “Oh dear, I’ve dropped my bracelet, Bono would you be kind enough to pick that up for me? This skirt is so tight I can’t bend over.”
“Er Sure”, Bono bent over. As he did Ingrid blatantly shifted her posture so he could see up her skirt and see that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He felt the familiar surge, god maybe that was all he needed, a release. Ingrid was obviously handing herself to him on a plate and girls definitely weren’t like this in Ireland. He stood up and handed her the bracelet,
“Well that brought a rush to my head” he said telling her through his eyes she’d hooked him.
“Right shall we carry on, gentlemen? And here we have the interactive section which offers visitors privacy in one of these small padded booths which have a selection of films playing continuously”
“What porno??” Bono sniggered.
“Yes, adult movies are on show there” Ingrid smiled. “And over here we have our display of contemporary paintings that can be viewed from one of three appropriately shaped seven-foot long vibrating chairs.”
“Well gentlemen that concludes the tour unless you want to experience any of these items first hand?”
Silence.
“Well thank you Ingrid that was emm interesting.” Edge held out his hand for her to shake. He couldn’t wait to get out and grab a beer. They just didn’t have this sort of thing in Dublin. He wished he’d gone and played with his knobs and bolts at the science museum as he wanted.
“My pleasure”, Ingrid smiled shaking his hand.
“Yeah thanks” Larry wasn’t offering his hand; he didn’t know where she or it had been.
“The pleasure was all ours” Adam tried one last time to get her attention bending down to kiss her cheek. No response. Oh well nothing ventured nothing gained.
The boys headed for the exit, Bono shifted on his feet, wanting to go with them but wanting to stay for some extra viewing. “Edge”, Bono beckoned him to him and whispered in his ear.
Edge caught up with Adam & Larry outside the entrance, “Where’s Bono? “ Adam asked.
“He’s decided he wants to view a movie. He’ll meet up with us later back at the B&B”, Edge replied trying not to let on he was staying with Ingrid.
“Hey, I know of this really good coffee house around the corner, let’s go get high” Adam quipped. So he’d lost out to Bono; so what it was Ingrid’s loss and he’d pick up a groupie or two later, no worry.
“Ok but I’m sticking to a caffeine high” Edge replied.
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“Its 7 O’clock we’re on in 30 minutes, where the hell is Bono?” Paul wasn’t happy. There was going to be a lot of influential members of the Dutch music press here tonight and the lead singer was no where to be found.
“You know that he likes being late for everything. I’m sure he’ll get here”, Edge hoped he was right. It would be one massive inconvenience if Bono didn’t show. Bono had never been missing this close to a gig. He knew where they left him but who knows where he was now.
Just then the door opened, in walked Bono as if nothing was wrong.
“Where the hell you been? Do you know what time it is??” Edge demanded. God now he sounded just like Paul.
“What? We’re not on stage to 7.30 and I forgot where we were playing, had to go through the telephone directory. I knew it was the name of a sweet but couldn’t remember which one.”
Paul walked into the changing room “Thank the heavens you’re here, now where’s the rhythm section”
Bono looked at him, “Adam’s outside getting into his rhythm with a groupie”
Paul shook his head, sometimes he despaired. Had he been wrong to follow his gut instinct and take on these boys? Then again he’s teenage years had hardly been innocent. He walked out to the backstage door. He swung the door open and looked into the dark alleyway, he saw some shadows over the far side, a young girl standing up from a kneeling position wiping any evidence from her face, Adam fag in mouth adjusting himself whilst doing up his zip. “Adam come on, we’re on in 20.”
Adam looked at the girl, “Cheers darling that was awesome” and casually walked away. The girl looked expectantly at Paul.
“Sorry love, the entrance is that way. No freebies with this band.” Paul closed the door; he must talk to them about that. That behavior wasn’t what he wanted from this band.
Adam and Paul walked into the dressing room, all the band together. Larry had reappeared from wherever he’d been hiding.
“Right boys; just give it your best. Good luck “Paul made his way to the bar, he preferred watching them perform from the back of the venue, he could get an overall feel for the concert, how people were reacting, what the public actually though and obviously charm the music press.
U2 produced a powerful set that the crowd met with a moderate enthusiasm, although the Dutch music press loved it. U2 had arrived in Holland.
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Bono lay on his bed unable to sleep. Guilt, remorse, regret, and shame all these feelings haunting him like an unwanted spirit. How had he ended up here? He wasn’t in a relationship with Sadie yet he felt he’d already cheated on her. All he saw was Sadie’s face the whole time he’d been with Ingrid; he’d even screamed her name, explaining it away to Ingrid as an Irish word for good sex. He didn’t know if she’d believed him, he really didn’t care. He looked around, maybe reading something would help. He looked in the bedside table and picked up a book he hadn’t read for 6 years, since his mother’s death. That book was the Bible.
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They toured Holland and Belgium for a further 3 dates. Bono was stuck down by the “flu”.He found it hard to finish the concerts and wasn’t in the best of form. Deep down though his betrayal of his Sadie was paining him deeply, he needed to be forgiven. Yet would she think him mad if he admitted to cheating on her even though they weren’t together? He was back in London soon, where he’d be able to see her, to hold her, make passionate love to her. They’d be able to spend some time together. The band had
3 weeks off before going off on a UK tour and then onto America.
Tomorrow he would see his beloved Sadie………………………………….
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Oooh this is brilliant! 
giggle: Irish for great sex 
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I think anyone who knows you would expect nothing less from you!
Thanks!
been doing research
