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I was born Jonathon Aaron Steel, to the parents of William and
steel. I am a Leo, born under the sign of the lion and I was in a
lower middle class family only one brother Michael whom I love
dearly. He was five years my senior. My nickname was Red which I
could never understand why his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless,
the name stuck. So my brother was born my father became Big Red and
my brother Red. I should have known from the first time when I
their special connection, that I just didn't fit in to my
father's plans. And as I grew older the comparison between my
brother and myself left little doubt who was the image of in my
father's eye. To him, my brother do no wrong and I became The
Invisible Boy, the proverbial sheep' and I soon figured out that
red and black don't mix. The beatings I received more and more
frequent to the point where I ask my father "Am I the orphaned son
you would need"? But oddly enough I worshipped the ground my father
upon.

My and I were a strange mixture, as different as daylight and
dark. back, it's hard to imagine we came from the same parents. I
sometimes wondered if we had the same father, but I always that
idea as my mother was far too religious, my as well, to ever even
of such a thing. But my brother who had always sensed my parent's
instilled insecurities his best to encourage me. For I was born
different and he knew it. He often me when I was born an angel flew
over my bed and me with a magic wand and said "You shall 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 like
the Virgin but with her too my relationship was different and not for
the good. She was opinionated, uneducated, prejudiced,
overbearing, believed everything she read, true or not, and it came
to was over-zealous to say the least. A mind boggling combination
but she was pretty, very pretty and I often wonder, bordering on
complete confusion, how a person of this description could life.

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

The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity. The was to
become, at times, my altar of refuge and other, my 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 household where I could be great, where I could be or
anyone I to be - one hundred percent pure escapism until I
its precious secret. The mirror lives, it breathes, it talks,
it lies, it has a personality all its own. It is a genie grants all
the you could ever dream, at least in my case - all except two.

It was my 14th birthday, the day that changed my 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
couldn't even myself to go to his funeral. My agony was so great I
just couldn't come face to face with him that one last time. My to
attend intensified my parents' resentment for me even more. But from
moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially living hell called
'home'. For one year after his death I roamed the streets in a fog
conscious of or anyone. I discovered alcohol, and girls, drugs
and in a life I had never known which was exciting, frightening
and wonderfully dangerous. And it was then as I staggered through a
town city street in one of my drunken rages I stumbled across a
music shop and in the window stood the instrument, the fiery tool
become the object of my new found desire. The instrument of my
passion, my obsession, the blood-red six string. It was I'd known
the all my life.

I soon found it was the way I could truly express myself. It was a
way to vent all my frustrations and all my pain - opened all my
Four Of Doom and I found myself going to the mirror for counsel less
and less. of this my songs seemed to write themselves and I knew
my destiny was in my music but I was to have to get out of this
backwards town I was in if I was ever going to succeed. I was 16
nowhere and the only my parents knew was 'live, work, die. ' And if I
stayed there that was exactly what was going to happen to me - I was
die. So I ran away to the big city the lights, excitement and danger
and a for me to finally live and do my music without the
I had known for so long. I hitchhiked all the way with a
suitcase in one hand and my guitar in the other and as I at the edge
of the the magic of the place was incredibly intense. It was to be my
new home the place I would call the 'Arena Of Pleasure'. I and
struggled in the arena for two 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 ever 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 sacrificial to be led to slaughter and the weapon of choice
was his record company that he'd wield like a sword. The great tool
he would lovingly to as 'The Chainsaw'. The morgue, Charlie said,
was the music business where everyone sells out. all the artists
eventually whore themselves to commercialism, the place where the
music comes to die. And through him I learned everything I needed to
about the music business and even things I didn't want to know. He he
could me a star, one of the biggest things 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 we took on the whole
world and kicked it square in the ass.

Just before the release of my album I was sitting on the steps in
front of my apartment when a gypsy woman passed by. She stopped and
me if I would like my fortune read and I had never had it 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 went into great about the pain
of my youth, my and my parents. She saw my present with my great
struggle to succeed and fulfillment of my and new found happiness
but after about ten minutes she stopped and I to know of my future
and pleaded for her to go on and finally she spoke. She showed me a
disturbing of where I was going. I told her that I wanted a
phenomenal wealth and fame and in the she saw a fallen hero and
looked at me and said "Be what you wish for - it might come true,
for the face of wears the mask of the King of Mercy". I asked her if
she was sure of what she had seen and with a blank she turned and
walked away leaving me with the cards and a haunting would follow me
the of my life.

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

I was at the peak of my career and the world saw me as I had always
it, The Idol, the Great Crimson Idol. Now I had it seemed,
everything but the one thing that have meant more to me than
anything. The pain 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 broke up one of our nightly
Parties. An Easy Rider Party was when everybody would come over to
my house, the band, the doctor, hot and cold women etc. And we'd
watch the and do everything going on the film only a lot more. And
he threatened to leave me if I didn't clean up. It was not he cared
about me as a person he was only interested in my talent and what I
do to further his own career as a showbiz mogul. But it was then I
realised how far things had gone. So I sat there alone in my palace
of pain and I was just numb from the and the drugs but equally as
by my own fame and I had just enough courage to pick up the
phone and the number. My mind went into a whirlwind thinking of what
would and the fear overcame me and I started to put down the phone
but before I could a voice at the other end out and it sent a chill
me that I had never known. It was my mother. It was hard for me to
speak, my heart pounding out of my chest but when I did I did the I
could. She was very cold. But I the shock of suddenly hearing from me
after all these years was overwhelming and I was that all the time
had passed would heal the deep wounds between my parents and me
but... I desperately them to approve of me, to accept me - it was
all I wanted. I hoped my success would finally prove my worthiness
and they would welcome the prodigal son home. All I wanted was for to
be proud of me but less than 50 words spoken. The last four were "We
no son".

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