Arcane Guardian ↣ Avenged Sevenfold

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January 2007

"Morning Mandy," Ellowyn--now under the name of Noelle Hillis--greeted her roommate. "Big fuckin' day." She danced into their apartment kitchenette, taking a huge bite out of an apple.

"Big fuckin' day? Who you getting to fuck?" Mandy asked. Amanda was about the opposite of Noelle in every way; but isn't that how it usually goes? Amanda had wavy black hair that fell down her back, had olive skin and stood at around 6'1; she was willowy, and graceful, and everything Noelle had to train years to be.

Noelle now had dark red dyed hair, that had stayed the same length it had since Jim cut it. Although, that memory was erased; she was under the impression she cut it like that in the bathroom mirror, and David was mad, and they had to call a plumber because of the hair that went down the drain.

"Ever heard of Avenged Sevenfold?" Noelle asked, not assuming Mandy ever had. Mandy liked more Fall Out Boy and My Chem type music, whereas Noelle had grown to like metal in any capacity. "Yeah, well me either surprisingly until my boss texted me last night that they were very specific in wanting me to produce their next album."

Specific indeed, as in her boss said if she doesn't take this opportunity (which would be the biggest in her career producing music thus far) he would decrease her paycheck. Apparently this band heard of her from the album she worked with The Used on and had to have her.

"You're hot shit!" Mandy said, looking focuslessly into the fridge and grabbing orange juice. "Tell me if any of them are hot."

"Will do." She laughed. "We have a meeting to discuss the direction of the album and get to know each other as all that rubbing elbows stuff."

"Oooh, rubbing elbows with hot emo boys—"

"Shut up Amanda." She grabbed a pillow from the couch seat and chucked it at her. "You know the hot emo boys want nothing to do with the chick producing their record besides an easy fuck."

Noelle grabbed her bag headed for the door.

"Have a good day! Try not to catch any band member stds!" Mandy screamed. Noelle flipping her off halfway out the door.

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"She's not gonna recognize us, Brian," Shadow, now under the name of M. Shadows told his friend.

They were all pretty surprised to find history rewrote them in a band and placed them ten years into the future. But when they looked at their discography, and thought back to all the music them and Ellowyn used to blast, they realized this was a direct way back to her.

Her being a producer was just the kind of cosmic coincidence dreams were made of.

The four boys stood around in the studio, waiting for either Johnny or Ellowyn to walk though that door. Of course, having to ask for Noelle Hillis instead of Ellowyn Clarke felt weird as ever—Ellowyn definitely looked like an Ellowyn.

"The necklace," he said. Nobody could see it but him and her, she had to have noticed that nobody else could see her necklace by now. "She has to remember something."

There was a knock on the door, which definitely meant it wasn't Johnny, because that chaotic kid they met a few months ago and had to pretend they had known for years was known for busting down doors and never, ever knocking.