Rock of Ages Page #9

to the inside sleeve.

This photograph here of a nymph...

...apparently about to gargle

Stacee Jaxx's body porridge...

...is none other than Patricia Whitmore,

the mayor's wife!

Ooh!

This is our Watergate!

Rock lives on!

You saw it here live.

The mayor's wife appears to be an

ex-groupie of none other than Stacee Jaxx!

Sweet baby Jesus.

Stop! You cut that!

Hey, look. It's Stacee Jaxx.

I'm telling you, it's Stacee Jaxx.

I'm telling you.

-Sure?

-Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Stacee!

Yeah.

I'm sorry about the article.

Open your mouth.

Uh, uh, uh....

Ladies and gentlemen...

...you foul and pestilent congregation

of vapors...

...we're gonna have a fantastic

evening tonight!

Later, performing on this stage,

we'll see Stacee Jaxx!

But before that...

...we will have the less important...

...but somehow worthwhile...

...making their debut here on

The Bourbon stage, the....

"Z-Guyeezz."

Give it a whirl, l suppose.

Rock 'n' roll!

So may l introduce to you...

...the guys you've known

for all these days:

The Z-Guyeezz.

-Donny-Z.

-Kevy-Z.

Me, Joey-Z.

And Joshy-Z.

You

Me

One day we can have a baby

Is that Drew?

I'm afraid it is, yes.

Oh, my God, I just threw up.

Where?

In my pants.

Out of my ass.

Hey, they're lip-synching!

Baby girl, I wanna still be

-Who is this?

-The Z-Guyeezz.

Great, right?

Where is Stacee?

Really sick.

Hush

Hush

Baby, we've been talking too much

I just wanna stare at your....

Shh

Put my hands around it

Squeeze, touch

Thank you.

Don't rush

Hey! Ho, ho, ho!

What the hell are you doing?

Sherrie, I'm so sorry.

-Drew, stop! Shh.

-I should have trusted you.

It's okay. It's okay.

You can't go home.

Your new band sucks.

And, yeah, this? This has gotta go.

Heh. Whoo.

You got L-O-V

Baby, I could be the E

Hey, Joshy-Z, if all these people

want refunds, my club is closed.

Oh, oh

Yeah

Wait.

Just wait right here.

Hi.

I want my money back!

Oh, Hey Man.

Oh, my God.

"l owe you this.

Your rock brother, Stacee."

God! That Stacee Jaxx.

He gives until it hurts.

Whoa.

That's right, get him off!

Hey!

You little sh*t.

You just destroyed your one shot.

I didn't destroy anything, Paul.

I took a stand.

Really? For what?

Rock 'n' roll, baby.

Oh, rock is over, pal.

Rock is dead!

Ha-ha-ha. That's right, Hey Man,

rock will never die.

Aah!

All right! Well, now that that's over...

...are you guys ready to rock?

This is a very special song,

written by a very special person.

Just a small-town girl

Livin' in a lonely world

She took the midnight train

Goin' anywhere

Just a city boy

Born and raised in South Detroit

He took the midnight train

Goin' anywhere

A singer in a smoky room

The smell of wine

And cheap perfume

For a smile they can share the night

It goes on and on and on and on

-Strangers waitin'

-Strangers waitin'

-Up and down the boulevard

-Up and down the boulevard

-Their shadows searching in the night

-Their shadows searching in the night

-Streetlights, people

-Streetlights, people

-Livin' just to find emotion

-Livin' just to find emotion

-Hidin' somewhere in the night

-Hidin' somewhere in the night

Workin' hard to get my fill

Everybody wants a thrill

Payin' anything to roll the dice

Just one more time

Some will win

Some will lose

-Some were born to sing the blues

-Some were born to sing the blues

Oh, the movie never ends

It goes on and on and on and on

Hey, put your hands together, Los Angeles,

for the man who wrote this song...

...and my very special friends...

...Von Colt!

-Strangers waitin'

-Strangers waitin'

-Up and down the boulevard

-Up and down the boulevard

-Their shadows searching in the night

-Their shadows searching in the night

-Streetlights, people

-Streetlights, people

-Livin' just to find emotion

-Livin' just to find emotion

-Hidin' somewhere in the night

-Hidin' somewhere in the night

Don't stop believin'

Yeah, hold on to that feelin'

Streetlights, people

Don't stop believin'

Hold on to that feelin'

Streetlights, people

Don't stop believin'

Oh, hold on

Hold on to that feelin'

Streetlights, people

Don't stop

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