I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 44

"You're so mixed right now," Sid says to the floor. 

They don't dare to get up, but the starting plays and they have to. The other guys help them up and they pinch my ass, walking out. Well, for the four, limping out. I walk out to the crowd and quickly write 'put coins in braid' on a piece of paper, putting it on a hair clip and putting it at the top of the braid.

"Überall im Geflecht," a woman asks, her coin purse out and opened. [Anywhere in the braid?]

"Vorzugsweise die kleinen Schlitze zwischen den Strängen, aber ja," I say. [Preferably the little slits between the strands but yeah.] 

She puts a few coins in my hair and more people put coins in my hair, the braid getting heavier and heavier. The top part got filled halfway through the show, so people started putting them on the lower parts of the braid, making it heavier and heavier. As people put coins in my hair, more people slip bills into my shoes, my shoes filling up to the brim.

-after show-

My braid was so heavy, my head was tilted back a centimetre or so as I walked backstage. Sid jumps up and wraps his arms around me, feeling the coined braid and leaning back, looking at me with confusion.

"Why is your hair lumpy," he asks, making me laugh.

"You'll see," I say. He steps off of my feet and I walk at the end, Joey clinging onto me and digging himself into my coat.

"Aww," Sid says, Joey glaring at him.

"Don't you fucking dare," he says, stepping onto the bus with me. 

I shake him off and take off my coat, hanging it up and Joey sitting where he usually does. I take off my shoes and set them on the table, the guys' eyes widening when they see the stuffed platforms. 

I open them and take the money out, making neat stacks and counting the money after I put the shoes back. I count the money and tell them the amount, putting it in my bag with the other stacks of money I got.

"You asked why my hair's lumpy," I ask, pointing to Sid. He nods and I turn around, putting my braid on the table.

"Wait, what are these," Joey questions, picking a coin out of my hair.

"Coins. I did what you suggested and my head's tilted back from how heavy my braid is," I say, sitting where I usually do and letting Sid pick out the coins from my hair. 

I take the sign out and they start talking about absurd things, like how they'll never dye my hair while I sleep again. Meanwhile, the coins Sid picks out pile up on the table, making a little mound. I should do this more often.

---time skip---

Sid picks the last coin out of my hair and I let him take the braid out, my braid long enough for Corey to help since he's sitting next to Sid. Corey takes out the hairtie and puts it on his wrist, starting to take out my braid. He gets confused when it starts falling on its own, but lets it anyway.

"Have you ever noticed that we're spoiling you," Shawn asks, me nodding.

"All the time. Arron wouldn't do this for me. He would, though, cut my hair really weirdly," I say, the guys remembering and starting to laugh.

"I remember those! I remember you had a bob that started at your jaw and twisted down to the shoulder on the other side," Joey says. I laugh along with them and we start talking about my short hair.

"Why did you have short hair? I always wanted to know," Corey asks.

"Arron would like my hair a little longer for grabbing, but I had enough and I just went into the bathroom and cut it off. I kept doing that until his arrest," I say, looking back at him. I see Sid wrapped up in my hair, trying to get out.

"Ah, the hair's got me," he exclaims, all of us laughing while he tries to wiggle out of it. I grab my hair and unwrap him from the trap, my hair being a literal armful. It was like holding a hair baby.

"Anyone want to try to braid my hair," I offer, Sid raising his hand. I lay my hair on his lap and he starts at the bottom of my head, Joey sliding to me and turning his back to me. 

"So you like your hair braided," I say, making a sort of side braid that gives him a half mohawk. As I pull back his hair, I start thinking about what braid I should do tomorrow. Maybe I'll keep Sid's braid, maybe I'll let Ari braid my hair, maybe I'll ask a girl in the crowd to braid it. Who knows.

-night-

I finish Joey's braids and tie them off with little rubber hairties, pushing the rest of his hair to the other side. I put my hands down and he feels the braids, all of them tight knit so they wouldn't fall out. It's basically impossible to get them out now, or any time in the month. He stands and walk over to the mirror, admiring the half mohawk braids.