Jon Bon Jovi sat down at his kitchen table with a cup of coffee and the morning paper. His tour finished last night with a sold out show in Madison Square Garden. He flicked through the pages until he saw an article that spotted his attention. The headline is what really caught his attention, usually he did not read articles about himself but this one, he had to read. "BON JOVI GIVES MUSIC A BAD NAME!" He smiled, took a sip of his coffee and continued on reading,
'As The lights dimmed, an excited buzz encompassed the audience and soon a spotlight shined on the front-man walking up the aisle and onto a platform in the mass of fans. Donning a guitar, and taking the classic rock star stance, Jon Bon Jovi proved they were among the last men standing. Wearing a black leather jacket and black jeans, Jon was reminiscent of a young Elvis, complete with a few moves of his own. Everyone expected this show to be phenomenal.
They opened the show with a cover of 'GLAD ALL OVER;' the drum, the guitar, everything sounded amazing, but as soon as Jon Bon Jovi took the micraphone it ll started to go downhill. His usual strong voice was replaced with a hoarse voice, his attempt to reach the high notes were deafening. Was he suffering from a sore throat? Or is this a sign that Jon Bon Jovi is getting too old to perform? I will leave that up to you to decide.
By Ava Facinelli '
Jon looked at the photograph of her, that was next to the article. She sure was a stunning woman; brown wavy hair that fell just below her shoulders, full sexy lips, high cheek bones, amazing sparkling blue eyes that were like mirrors, you could see the photographer. Too bad she didn't like the show. "Oh well what ya gonna do? One person didn't like the show, who gives a fuck? I sure don't, I was sick and I still rocked, I'm not going to let one little review get at me." Jon mumbled away to himself while he was washing up.
This review was really getting to him, he usually didn't care but there was something about this one that was so harsh. Jon decided to look up this Ava Fancinelli and read other reviews she had written. There was links to various big newspapers from all around the world that she had written for, The English Times, The LA Times, New York Post and many many more. There were several photos of her also, Jon looked at each photo carefully. She seemed to be more and more beautiful in every photo. He clicked on the link that went to the New York Post; where she was currently working. There was a number on the bottom of the page. Before he could think about what he was doing, he was on the phone ringing the New York Post.
"Hello?" a woman answered, her voice was high and quite annoying.
"Hello, my name is John Bongiovi, uh would it be possible to speek to a miss. Ava Facinelli?" he asked, his voice was slightly hoarse and his throat was killing him, he said his name as one sylable.
"Of course mr. Bon Jovi" she replied, leaving a space between Bon and Jovi. Jon rolled his eyes.
He waited a few minutes, nothing was happeneing.
"Could I speek to her this century?" Jon asked, he made it sound like it was a joke.
"I'll just put you on hold for a moment" she replied. Classical music poured down the phone, Jon put the phone on loud speeker then lay down on the couch with the phone resting on his chest.
It was quiet at the office, all the women, except Ava, were listening to Bon Jovi and drooling over pictures of Jon Bon Jovi on the internet. Ava just sat down at a desk talking to Dylan. Jackie turned around to Ava, "HOW could you write a bad review on this man?!?! He's amazing!"
"I was at the show last night, I've never liked Bon Jovi but I was expecting an amazing show, his voice was worn and hoarse, I'm surprised my ears didn't start to bleed when he was trying to hit thoes high notes! I know he must be tired and his voice must be worn out from the tour but I didn't expect it to be THAT bad! He really let the rest of the band down." Ava told her, every other woman, and some of the men, looked insulted. Ava rolled her eyes, picked up her cup of coffee and went into her office. She turned on her computer, then her office phone rang.
"Hello." she answered.
"Hi, Ava I have Jon Bon Jovi on the phone wanting to speek to you" Sophie told her.
"Yeah right, Sophie it's probably someone pretending to be him, just tell 'him' that we do not want people ringing up pretending to be someone, and tell them, if they ring back we will contact the police" Ava said hanging up. Sophie wrote down everything she had just said so she would be able to repeat it.
"Hello, mr. Bon Jovi?" the woman spoke down the phone. Jon sat up, took the phone off loud speeker then put the phone up to his ear.
"Is she there?" he asked, she better be there, I've just waited ten minutes listening to really bad classical music.
"No, I'm sorry, we do not want people ringing up pretending to be someone, if you ring back we will contact the police and you will have to deal with them, goodbye." she said then hung up.
Jon threw the phone across the room, "PRETENDING TO FUCKING BE SOMEONE!?!?!" he said lying back down. Then the phone rang again, he sighed then stood up, then decided to let the machine to answer it.
"Hey it's Jon, I'm obvisiously not here at the moment, leave a message after the beep...BEEP" Jon's voice came up on the machine.
"Hey Jon, it's Rich, just reminding you we're playing at the Gala tonight, so don't forget to come, bye." Richie hung up.
