"Yeah, I'm a social worker," the interviewer says, pouring some coffee for Paul. I finish my cup and pour another one, tapping my foot in the air to keep me to listening to them.
"Oh," all of them say, getting a little scared.
I know Shawn has kids, Corey has a kid, but that's it. I think. They have a burst of energy and throw shit at the wall, Paul throwing a teacup at me. I catch it my free hand and take a sip, setting it on the table beside me. I look at them and Corey's surprised at how I did that. I didn't notice until now, but Chris' holding the tree, looking like a child with ADHD in class from how his leg's bouncing.
"Anything you want to say about that video," the interviewer asks, him talking about Spit It Out. Shawn flips off the camera and lets Corey speak.
"Uh, yeah, it's ours and nobody likes it so, fuck it," he says, me making my eyes look sad.
When he looks to me, I put my hand on my heart and he gets it, putting a hand to his heart and getting the interviewer confused. We used to do this all the time when he was doing vocal takes. Except, he wouldn't understand what it meant until after the record was released. The interviewer sits and he accidentally tips the table to make everything fall off, apologizing after. Shawn picks up the table and throws it at the wall, the tablecloth falling off.
"So, I heard you guys usually wear masks," the interviewer says.
"We always wear masks," Chris says.
"Why not today," the interviewer adds, all of them looking at him and repeating it.
"Yeah, I don't know," Paul says, Shawn fucking shit up as Chris stands by me, stroking my braid.
"And is it true that you don't have names you-"
"We have numbers," Shawn cuts him off.
"And, what is your number," he asks Paul.
"2," he says, the interviewer looking at me.
"Sind die immer so," he asks me. [Are they always like this?]
"Oh ja. Sie brechen Scheiße die ganze Zeit. Auf oder neben der Bühne. Sie sind wie ungehorsame Kinder," I say, making him laugh. [Oh yeah. They break shit all the time. On or off stage. They're like disobedient kids.]
They somehow make it back to their seats and the interviewer starts talking about the band, all of us listening and them giving answers. The whole time, Chris' holding onto that tree like his life depends on it, watching Shawn as he uses a chair to fidget with as Corey explains that there's no concept.
"You guys seem to be aggressive, but are there more softer sides, do you cry in private," he asks.
"Corey cries all the time," Paul says, Corey agreeing.
"Just the other day I was watching the pornographic version of Bambi and I was saying to myself 'I wish I was there, helping out in any way I could' ya know, and I started to tear up a little bit, yeah especially when you know the den mother started to get drilled by the... the sex drill and yeah, I'm kind of an emotional guy when it comes to that," Corey tells the interviewer, making me almost choke on coffee when he said 'Pornographic version of Bambi'. Corey looks over and I use ASL to tell him something.
'You motherfucker, I almost choked!'
He doesn't understand, but simply ignores me and looks back at the interviewer. Shawn starts kicking a chair and I cover my coffee, debris from many asses flying up.
"Put your foot through it Clown," Corey says, Shawn taking the chair and throwing it.
Somehow, Shawn got a hammer while Corey's talking, and I protect my coffee and cup.
"Could you ask him to lay down the hammer," The interviewer asks, Corey looking at Shawn.
"Clown, answer some questions before you break shit," I say loud enough for them to hear, the camera turning to me.
I flip it off with my free hand and it goes back to the guys. He breaks shit anyway, and I cover my coffee with my hand, catching a big shard of glass that was about to hit the cameraman. He silently thanks me and I toss it to Shawn, him breaking it more.
"He'll entertain himself like that for a while," Corey says.
"I heard you beat up an MTV DJ," the interviewer asks.
"Uhh, no. Um, did we do that," he asks Paul.
"No we didn't," Paul answers.
"There's so many things floating around about us right now we don't even know what's true and what's not," Corey says, me nodding and taking a drink of coffee.
"I'd like to fuckin' beat up some MTV DJs," Chris says, still holding the tree and bouncing his leg. Shawn tries to get the interviewer to play the coin game, so I play it with him. I set my coffee down and he gets out a coin, it being a double sided tails.
"Tails," I say as he flips it.
It lands on tails and I reel back my fist, punching him right in the jaw hard enough for him to spin around to the interviewer. I sit back down and sip some more coffee, enjoying the interview so far.
"Aw that's so beautiful," the interviewer says, Shawn handing Paul a porcelain swan and the hammer.
"Keep that," Corey says, Paul putting it on the floor. I make a swipe and save the swan, Paul hitting the floor instead. I sit in my chair with the swan in my hands, protecting it from Shawn.
A few minutes later, Chris stands and walks over to me. I set my cup down and he offers the tree to me, a smile forming under his mask. The camera turns to us and I take it, hugging him after. I could feel him playing with my braid, so I let go and try to sit. He pushes me to his seat and I sit down, Corey laughing his ass off.
"Shut your fucking mouth before I superglue it shut," I say to him. He shuts up and keeps in a laugh for his sake.
-after interview-
"Vielen Dank für Ihr Kommen. Ich glaube nicht, dass ich die vier genommen hätte, ohne dass du sie beobachtet hättest," the interviewer says, shaking my hand and smiling. I had my mask on, but he could see the smile. [Thank you very much for coming. I don't think I would've taken the four without you watching them.]
"Kein Problem. Paul fragte mich, ob ich gestern kommen wollte und ich wollte die vier nicht allein mit einem Interviewer lassen, der wahrscheinlich nicht weiß, dass sie scheiße die ganze Zeit brechen," I say, the swan in my other hand. [No problem. Paul asked me if I wanted to come yesterday and I didn't want to leave the four alone with an interviewer who probably doesn't know that they break shit all the time.]
"Come on," Corey says, grabbing my hand and pulling me away. I wave to the interviewer and he waves back, all of us walking back to the buses.
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I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story
RandomEverything in my life goes wrong. Everything. But, when I'm with my friends, I feel happy. They don't care if I mess up, they'll support me either way. I try to keep a happy face for them, but most of the time, when they're not by me, my face falls...
