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I was born Aaron Steel, to the parents of William and Elizabeth
steel. I am a Leo, born under the sign of the and I was raised in a
lower middle class family only one brother Michael whom I love
dearly. He was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red I
could understand why because his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless,
the name stuck. So when my brother was born my father Big Red and
my brother Little Red. I should have from the first time when I
realised their special connection, that I just fit in to my
father's plans. And as I grew older the constant between my
brother and myself left little doubt who was the of perfection in my
eye. To him, my brother could do no wrong and I became The
Invisible Boy, the proverbial sheep' and I soon figured out that
red and black mix. The beatings I received became more and more
frequent to the point where I would ask my father "Am I the son
you would never need"? But oddly I worshipped the ground my father
upon.

My brother and I were a strange mixture, as as daylight and
dark. Looking back, it's hard to imagine we came from the parents. I
wondered if we had the same father, but I always dismissed that
idea as my mother was far too religious, my as well, to ever even
think of such a thing. But my who had always sensed my parent's
insecurities tried his best to encourage me. For I was born
different and he it. He often told me when I was born an angel flew
over my bed and christened me with a magic wand and said "You be the
one". And I had no idea what 'The one' was, but as I older I began to
understand. Most boys put their mother on a pedestal and worship them
the Virgin Mary but with her too my was different and not for
the good. She was opinionated, uneducated, prejudiced,
overbearing, everything she read, true or not, and when it came
to was over-zealous to say the least. A mind boggling combination
but she was pretty, pretty and I would often wonder, bordering on
complete confusion, how a person of description could rationalise life.

This was a series of characteristics that many times in my I would
look on in bewilderment and the women I sought after when I was older
would be nothing like her. In the pain of youth, the of my neglect,
would manifest itself in many ways; - my enemy, fear - my
friend, - my lover, and anger - fuel for my fire. These four
characteristics of my personality become the guiding force of my
life and would control everything I did or was to become. I explain
later in the story about them which I my Four Doors of Doom.

The mirror, the great plaything for vanity. The mirror was to
become, at times, my altar of and other, my alter ego and its
magnificent obsession with a relentless pursuit of attention. It as
a reflection of my own wretchedness and my greatness. It was the
one place I could go to see inside myself, to find love, in an
loveless where I could be great, where I could be anything or
anyone I wanted to be - one percent pure escapism until I
its precious secret. The mirror lives, it breathes, it talks,
it lies, it has a all its own. It is a genie that grants all
the wishes you could ever dream, at least in my - all except two.

It was my 14th birthday, the day changed my life forever. My brother
Michael, the one person who was my light, my friend, my hero, was
killed by a drunk in a head-on collision. He died instantly. I
even bring myself to go to his funeral. My agony was so great I
just couldn't come face to face with him one last time. My failure to
attend my parents' resentment for me even more. But from that
moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that hell called
'home'. For one year his death I roamed the streets in a fog barely
conscious of or anyone. I discovered alcohol, and girls, drugs
and in general a life I had known which was exciting, frightening
and wonderfully dangerous. And it was then as I staggered a down
town city street in one of my rages I stumbled across a small
music shop and in the window stood the instrument, the fiery that
would become the of my new found desire. The instrument of my
passion, my obsession, the six string. It was like I'd known
the all my life.

I soon it was the only way I could truly express myself. It was a
way to vent all my frustrations and all my - completely opened all my
Four Doors Of Doom and I found myself going to the for counsel less
and less. Because of this my seemed to write themselves and I knew
my destiny was in my music but I was going to have to get out of
backwards town I was in if I was ever going to succeed. I was 16
nowhere and the only thing my knew was 'live, work, die. ' And if I
stayed there that was exactly what was to happen to me - I was gonna
die. So I ran to the big city with the lights, excitement and danger
and a chance for me to finally live and do my music the
persecution I had for so long. I hitchhiked all the way with a
in one hand and my guitar in the other and as I stood at the edge
of the city the magic of the was incredibly intense. It was to be my
new home the I would call the 'Arena Of Pleasure'. I lived and
struggled in the for two years trying to get a break in music and
make a record and that's when I ran a delightful business man named
Charlie. He had been a lawyer for 25 years before he he could
fuck over more people in the recording industry then he could in a
court of law and he was the of one of the biggest record
in the world. The music business to Charlie was nothing more
than a lamb to be led to slaughter and the weapon of choice
was his record company that he'd wield a mighty sword. The great tool
he would lovingly refer to as 'The Chainsaw'. The morgue, said,
was the music business where everyone sells out. all the artists
will whore themselves to commercialism, the place where the
music comes to die. And him I learned everything I needed to know
about the music business and things I didn't want to know. He said he
could make me a star, one of the biggest the world had ever seen.
The big time was and I was on my way. He introduced me to an
aspiring young manager named Alex Rodman and together we took on the
fucking world and it square in the ass.

Just the release of my first album I was sitting on the steps in
front of my apartment when a woman passed by. She stopped and asked
me if I would like my read and I had never had it done so I was
more than happy to say yes. She revealed a deck of Tarot and began
to tell me of my past in which she into great detail about the pain
of my youth, my brother and my parents. She saw my with my great
struggle to and fulfillment of my dreams and new found happiness
but after about ten she stopped and I wanted to know of my future
and pleaded for her to go on and she spoke. She showed me a very
disturbing of where I was going. I told her that I wanted a
wealth and fame and in the cards she saw a fallen hero and
looked at me and said "Be careful what you wish for - it come true,
for the face of death wears the of the King of Mercy". I asked her if
she was sure of what she had seen and with a blank stare she and
walked away leaving me with the cards and a haunting that would me
the of my life.

Success agreed with me with amazing ease. The more records I the more
I had of everything - friends, money, women, cars, houses. It was
at one of my nightly hedonisms where a flash individual the room.
He himself as the Doctor. I asked him what kind of doctor and
he smiled and said, "meet my friend Uncle Sam". The mirror that was
on the wall, my alter ego, was now to me from the table and the
next three were a blur. Drugs became the new candy and alcohol
became the new Coca Cola and Doctor Rockter was my new friend and I
never heard the mirror again until tonight.

I was at the peak of my and the world saw me as I had always wanted
it, The Idol, the Great Crimson Idol. Now I had it seemed,
everything but the one thing would have meant more to me than
anything. The that manifested itself into my obsession, the
acceptance of me by my father and mother, who I had not spoken to
I had home.

One morning my manager Alex came in and up one of our nightly Easy
Rider Parties. An Rider Party was when everybody would come over to
my house, the band, the doctor, hot and cold running women etc. And
watch the movie and do everything going on the film a lot more. And
he threatened to leave me if I didn't up. It was not that he cared
about me as a person he was only interested in my and what I could
do to further his own career as a true mogul. But it was then I
realised just how far things had gone. So I sat alone in my palace
of and I was just numb from the alcohol and the drugs but equally as
by my own fame and I had just enough courage to pick up the
phone and dial the number. My went into a whirlwind thinking of what
happen and the fear overcame me and I started to put down the phone
but before I could a voice at the other end rang out and it sent a
through me I had never known. It was my mother. It was hard for me to
speak, my heart out of my chest but when I did I did the best I
could. She was very cold. But I knew the of suddenly hearing from me
after all these years was overwhelming and I was hoping that all the
that had passed heal the deep wounds between my parents and me
but... I desperately wanted them to of me, to accept me - it was
all I ever wanted. I my success would finally prove my worthiness
and they would welcome the son home. All I wanted was for them to
be proud of me but less than 50 words spoken. The last four were "We
no son".

Some never heal and mine had scarred me for life. A great star fell
from the sky that night and with its descent a scorched path in its
way - a great path of self-destruction burning out. And on this
night the finale is finally here. 'Be careful what you wish for - it
may come true. ' Long live, long the King of Mercy.