In the end, diabolical Dee is your raucous rock star!

"I'm not the kinda girl you briiiing home to daaAAAaad..." Dee and the Donnas are singing their second encore, a fan favorite, 'H@RT BRKR' and the crowd is going wild. You watch as she snarls/sings and the audience squeals and faints as she makes eye contact with them...and that's just the bois...

It's been a year on the road with Dee and her girl gang/group of semi reformed delinquents, The Donnas. They have a great look, punk grand guinol school girls with Dee as the baddest, brashest, and of course most beautiful of them all. You are the manager, roadie, agent, co songwriter, and den mother to the Donnas, or as they call you, 'the groupie'. You call them The Dee Bags, and it's a delightful lust/hate relationship that Dee loves to wind up and watch the fireworks fly. It usually ends up in a full on fuck fest where the only fists aren't used in anger and everyone ends up to spent to smart mouth you...

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"I'm the kinda girl that wiiiill do you baaAAAaad!" Dee makes everyone in the audience wish they were born a microphone when she wraps her lips around it. You don't blame them, but you know that they'll go home disappointed or end up Donna food...

The crowds weren't always this big. It seemed like most of the group's gigs where performing parties for perverts. It was a miracle if they got to finish a set before some asshole got gropey. Then, depending on Dee's mood, the vibe you got on the risk to any unwitting bois in attendance, and how long it had been since you ate. You'd either end up fighting or fucking your way out of the party. Either way, you always insisted on getting paid in advance. You caught a big break when you did a show for Beta Beta Beta, and through word of mouth, and other hungry holes, you hit it big on the sorority circuit. Then it was goodbye dive bars, hello pearl diving.

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"I'm the bitch that will break your heaaaaart..." Dee croons and the crowd bears their chests. You look out and see love notes, cross hairs, and Dee's name tattooed across breasts and chests begging to be chosen for a broken heart. If they only knew how true the lyrics are...

Dee has broken your heart at least a dozen times. Usually by getting black out drunk and letting her groupies gang bang her. Once, by asking you to help her write a love song to a chick she met a gas station while blowing her boyfriend. Twice, by forgetting you at a gig, and the rest just by being down right Diabolique. She is a creature of chaos. A demonic diva that lives for thrills and mischief...and woe be any mere mortal that summons her.

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"But I'm the bitch that got it to staaaaart!" This is where the crowd always goes crazy. Dee has worked them into a foamy froth and they are all dying for her to reach in with her bare hands and pump their racing hearts. There's not a dry eye...or pair of panties in the place. That includes yours, because as many times as Dee has broken your heart, she's healed it many times over...

You wouldn't say you tamed her, but you're no mere mortal, and you did find the right incantations to bind her. "It's the blackouts or me. You can't have both." Dee became practically a teetotaler over night with that ultimatum and is rarely so much as buzzed for fear of losing you. "If you write another love song to some other slut, I'll write my break up letter in your blood." The 'Always Amy' EP went platinum, and you still get a hard on remembering all the nights you made love under a blanket of stars to her love songs to you. "Strike two. Leave me at a gig again and you're out." She bought a brand new bus and gave you the only set of keys. She swore off groupies entirely. She started dedicating shows to 'The only woman I'll ever love. The only succubus bad enough to steal and save my soul...always Amy.' You let her know it was a good start, but that she was on a short leash. Of course, she loved that...

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"Be afraid! Cuz I'm cuuuuumin' for you! You can run, you can hide but there's nothing you can do! I put the Dee in devastation! Steal your heart without hesitation! I'm the Queen with no nation! I see you trembling...is that fear...or faaaAAAaaascinatiooooooon?" The chorus kills every time. And it should, you wrote it after all. Though your true pride of authorship lies in the merchandising contracts you drew up with your label. It's made enough money for everyone in the band that Dee and you could retire tomorrow and live high on the hog the rest of your life. The Donnas? Maybe a month or two max...

It's a wild life, and a damned hard one. You wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Live fast, die old, and still leave a good looking corpse. You have your whole lives ahead of you and you know that even if you did retire tomorrow, it wouldn't calm Dee down a bit. Then again, that's what you love so much about her. You can be your wildest with her and she with you, and you will watch each others backs and lick each others wounds. You both have enough forgiveness in you to get you through the hard times, and enough sense in you to call each other out on bullshit before it gets too deep. It's like falling in love with a fallen angel or is that flying in love?

Fuck...you better write that down...it could be a killer track. Whether you end up in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame or at rock bottom, you and the queen of the underworld will never stop inspiring each other, loving each other, and fighting for each other as long as you live. You'd never put this in a love song for fear of sounding too corny, but Dee is definitely your...