Steven Tyler has revealed that he has no plans to read Aerosmith guitarist Joe Perry’s autobiography, as he believes that it might hurt their tourning relationship. In one of his responds he said: “Hell no! I have to go onstage with him next year. I wanna love the son of a bitch.”
Hey, can we stop here for a while? 65 years ago one of the world’s best guitarists was born. Starting as a boy with some dreams, in love with nature; woods and water especially. Wanted to be a marine biologist but suddenly a new way has been found by him and then nothing was the same. Hair was too long for the University, style too female for being respected. Music too important to think and care about anything else. A man of many colours, the walking enigma, 84th world’s best guitar player by Rolling Stones magazine, one of the greatest expection in the world of rock and roll, has a heart of gold and an endless love for his family, fans and annoying older twin brother; the biggest inspiration of mine - Anthony Joseph Pereira aka mr Joe Fuckin’ Perry. Someone who can show you that you have no duty to be someone else to reach the top and achieve what you want the most in your life. He did it perfectly, he does it still and he always will. Happy birtfday and all the best to this incredible man. I want to wish you anything you want, even if you’ve already got what’s the most important. World’s glad that something went wrong and you left a science way for THIS poor musical life!
“On the guitar, musical alchemist, playing and singin’ his ass off, mr Joe Fucking Perry!” ~ Steven Tyler
okay imagine v tiny laf and v tiny perry before they’ve achieved their distinctive them-ness both as individuals and as laferry. laf doesn’t really understand why keeping things orderly is so important but they want perry to be happy so they use labels and ninety degree angles and everything is better and the world is shiny. perry doesn’t really understand why susan causes laf to flinch but she wants them to be happy so she starts introducing them both by their last names and the tension the world causes relaxes. years pass and they go back and forth making tiny sacrifices and accommodations that don’t feel like sacrifices or accommodations and soon they don’t realize where laf ends and perry begins. sure they both like different things and have different hobbies but at their cores they resonate more deeply than either of them realizes. then they start college. laf finds their people (perry is their people, she insists, but it’s different. it just is.) and it’s like a breath of fresh air, not having to explain every detail of their experiments. perry finds that her knack for organization and her mothering are not only accepted but /useful/ and she starts as a floor don so fast that laf is left blinking. they find their own groups but at the end of the day they both come back to each other and relax because they don’t have to worry about what other people think because they know, they can exchange a glance and know exactly where they stand with each other. the comfort they take from each other’s presence can’t be quantified and really neither of them notices it enough to try and put it to words; perry knows that laf is her home and laf knows that perry is their person utterly and completely. still, they grow apart some, as people do. they make friends with other people and become less of a dynamic duo and more of just plain best friends and both of them miss the way it was but try and justify their distance as an opportunity for personal growth. they miss each other so so badly but what if the other doesn’t feel the same? so nothing is said and they continue as friends. until Laf is kidnapped. until perry goes missing. until all the bad things they ever worried about come crashing down onto their heads and they’re caught wondering fearing terrified of what the future holds and the weight of all the what-ifs is drowning them but they don’t remember to turn their heads to see each other.
I just have a lot of emotions about tiny Laf and mini Perry toddling around playing monsters but never imagining that their childhood games will be their adult realities
Fall 2011: a brand new Disney Store opens in a local mall and I buy myself some plushies to hang out with me in my dorm room: Phineas, Ferb, and hat-wearing agent-mode Perry.
In January, I have to go to a conference for a school organization, and decide on a whim to pack Perry with me to keep me company around the new people that will be hosting my stay. He rides in my lap the whole drive between St. Louis and Denver, visits a zoo in Kansas, and gets his picture taken at the meeting point of Colorado, Wyoming, and Nebraska - a true tri-state area! As soon as I get home from my trip, before I unpack anything, I turn on the TV for a whole weekend of new episodes I had missed while I was traveling: Tri-Stone Area, Doof Dynasty, and Excaliferb.
The next month, I have to help my best friend get out of a bad living situation and put her on a train to go live someplace much happier, but very far away. I decide to put Perry in my purse. In between getting my friend out and getting her away, we spend a night at a motel and Perry helps make it feel more like a home. We go buy my best friend her own Perry so we can both be comforted.
Both my dad’s parents die that spring, and we hold a memorial ceremony for them as soon as us grandkids are out of school for the semester. We stay the weekend at their farmhouse, everyone sleeping on couches and air mattresses on the floor, and there’s Perry at my side again. At one point everyone else is out on different points of the property and I’m in the house by myself, and Minor Monogram is on TV and it instantly makes me happier.
That’s the end of my emotionally wearying trips, but I keep bringing Perry along every time I spend the night away from home. Partially to see how long I can keep doing it without breaking the running theme, in his show’s own style of in-jokes, but also it’s just nice to have a constant companion like that. Like the song goes, everything is better with Perry. Perry has been with me to Kansas City, Chicago, San Antonio, Orlando, Minneapolis, and countless local friends’ houses. (Thanks for not making fun of me and my action mammal, guys.)
Phineas and Ferb stay on my bed at home because carrying one cartoon character with me is enough, but having all three of them together is the ultimate comfort boost. If I’m exhausted, lonely, sad, spooked, these guys are there to back me up. All the optimism, affection, and steadfast strength of the cartoons in a soft cuddly travel-size version. If I have them, what can’t I do?
“Everytime I listen to it or I am on stage singing it, I believe and feel every word of the song. The message is so strong. We’ve all got things we dislike about ourselves, but a song like that -can make you feel so much better about everything.” -Leigh-Anne talking about Wings
I bend down to pick up the ring, carefully folding it in my hand as I sit on the bed. Closing my eyes, I rest my forehead against my fists and take a deep breath. God please don’t let me regret this.
I silently pray for hope and then just lay down. I’m tired, I just want to sleep now. I need to talk to Perrie tomorrow. And hope that everything will be better.
I wake up to the sound of someone banging on the door. I have a headache and my eyes hurt from crying last night. I slowly get up, losing my balance as I stand up. Rubbing my eyes, I make my way to the pounding. “Jesus, I’m coming!” I unlock the lock and pull the door open. Standing there is Niall and Harry, looking at me as if they’ve seen a ghost.
“Don’t you look wonderful.” Niall smiles at me and walks in, Harry behind him. Closing the door, I shake my head and walk over to the couch. “What are you guys doing here?”
Harry scratches his head and looks to Niall. Niall shoves his hands in his pockets and looked down. “Hate to do this to you mate, but [Y/N] asked us to get her stuff.”
Sitting at my computer, I start going through and cancelling some of the stuff I had ordered for the wedding. All of which was not refundable, great. I was back at my place, Zayn not knowing I had kept my apartment just in case anything happened. And well, now I was happy I did. Coming here last night, I felt so alone. I cried more, I barely slept, and I haven’t eaten anything since last night. I’m starving, but don’t want to eat anything in case I throw up.
I sent a quick text to Harry asking if he could go get my things. I hated to do it, but I had no one else to ask. He’s the closest thing I have to a best friend, now…I don’t know where we stand. But he said yes. There was one thing I knew I had to do, might as well get it over with.
Dialing her number, I took a deep breath and waited. “[Y/N]! Darling how are you?”
Hearing my mother’s voice I couldn’t help but get a lump in my throat. She was so happy when I told her we were getting married, now how was she going to be?
“Hi Mom..” I tried to hide the tears from my voice, but they seep through. “Hun? What’s wrong?”
I wait to make sure I won’t break while talking, but I know either way I will. “Um…well, Zayn and I, um, we broke up..” She must’ve been drinking something because all of a sudden I hear her start choking. “What? When?”
“Last night..” I begin draw circles on my pant leg as I wait for her response. “Wait. What about the wedding?” Her voice is becoming mad. “The wedding’s off mom. I’m cancelling everything now..” She blows out a deep breath and is quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry honey..” No longer is there anger, but now concern and hurt for me. I don’t want her to feel bad for me though. “I know, I guess I should’ve know huh? It’s my fault. I forced myself on him.”
“[Y/N] don’t you dare start blaming this on yourself. This is his mistake, his fault. You love him, anyone can see that. Falling in love is not your fault.” I begin to cry at my mother’s words. “Aww honey, I wish I was there with you….why don’t you come home for a while?” I give a short laugh at her words. She’s all the way in California while I’m here in England. “I wish I could mom but I don’t have the money right now. But I would love to trust me. I love you mom.” Ending the phone call, she says she loves me too and tells me to call her if I need anything.
Hanging up the phone, I stare at the computer once more. On the screen is the dress I had been holding on to for the past 3 months, knowing it was the one I wanted. I had been making payments to keep it for me, but now as I hovered over the delete button, I hated what was happening. What if I don’t ever get married? What if this isn’t meant for me? More tears fall as I finally hit the button. He’s changed my whole perspective on marriage now. I just hoped one day it’d change.
A/N: Thank you so much for the notes guys! Part 4?