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(again, the girl there isn't what the character looks like, it's just the hair... just put yourself in the position of the character i feel like it explains itself tho jfjjfjjjjfj anyways)
BDSM WARNING SORTA
Los Angeles, California: 2013
i woke up to my phone going off with my alarm, i groaned and tiredly rubbed by eyes before shutting the alarm off. for fucks sake i need to go in like 2 hours.
i got up, showered, got dressed and put on a little makeup. i looked at myself in the mirror, my shirt was cropped enough to where between the waist of my pants i had about 2 inches of my midriff showing that you could see my belly button and my belly button piercing. my shirt was tightish and it hugged my figure decently and made my boobs look nice. i was pleased with how i looked. shy but sexy tom boy vibes goin on lately.
i grabbed my bag, which had a bunch of rock n roll and horror movie pins on it, and grabbed something to eat on my way out and drove to work. i worked for metallica, probably my favorite band ever. i had a college degree in music and sound engineering so i knew my shit and i thought it'd be cool to work as a techie even tho my other passion is playing music. i was much too shy to play in front of them though, i've been playing guitar and drums for about 14 years though and i know my theory, i have good pitch, i know i'm not too shabby but still these are LEGENDS.
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i still get nervous walking in, i've been working here about half a year now and i'm still shy about being around them. i had a bit of a crush on kirk and james tho. james was just so husky and hot, married, but yknow. kirk though,, he recently got divorced. he has kids with this woman. ik it's bad to think about him this way but all i'm saying is that i'd let him enter my sandman. let him be the master of my puppet if you catch my drift hehehheehhehehhhe.
i grabbed my keys and bag and took a breath before walking inside. they were working on some music shit and were going on tour soon. the touring was tiring as fuck, idk how they've done it for so long. it's really fun tho but i get homesick easily since i'm originally from canada. the boys teased my accent a little bit even though i don't even have much of one lol.
i walked through the halls down into the recording room and was greeted by james, their producer greg, lars and kirk. they all smiled up at me.
"Heyyy lizzieee! how's it goin, duder?" lars asked grinning at me.
"Doin fine, man. how about you?" i asked putting my bag down.
"Its going about fine" he said, mimicking the way i said "about." i made a face at him making lars laugh as sat on the couch next to kirk.
