-Dave Isn't famous in this one. I actually had a dream about this so I had to write a oneshot before I forgot it. 5000 words! Enjoy!:) <3
DAVE MUSTAINE
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The first time that Dave met silver Valentine it was in the summer of '88 and the air conditioning had gone to shit in the shop .
He had spent most of the morning lazing about in the recliner chair with a rock magazine in his hands , flicking through it in boredom as the odd customer floated in and out quietly.
They didn't seem to stay for very long once they found out that the owner of the guitar/vinyl store wasn't exactly a very friendly guy .
He would only glance up at them monotonously before averting his eyes back to the magazine with a sigh .
He fucking hated his life . It was a non stop shit show of events .
The amount of debt that he had gotten himself into just to own this shit hole was way out of any mans comfort .
He chose to ignore the demanding letters and fast disappearing money by spending his days drinking them away.
This was not the life that he had planned to live . It was boring and there was nothing to do in this no good town. The only entertaining thing about it were the onflow of new bands making it in the scene.
Rock n roll had never been more alive.
He didn't bother to look up as the bell chimed again , alerting him of another customer walking in.
With a hangover raging like hell, he didn't feel in any away obliged to engage with anyone that day.
Rubbing his aching temples and fighting back a groan as another KISS song played out from the radio.
He was reaching over to turn it off when a loud voice sounded out from across the shop, startling him.
"Don't turn it off! I like this one!" She called over to him making him swing back around in his seat to look over at who the hell was telling him what to do in his own shop .
His eyebrow nearly raising to his hairline as he spotted the girl flicking through the crates of vinyls and humming along to 'shout it out loud' happily.
He had definitely never seen her around town before . He was sure that he would have remembered a girl like her.
She had long blonde hair that was nearly white that was curled messily down to her waist , choppy bangs hovering just above dark eyebrows.
Wearing some short cut off denims and a cut up Motörhead shirt , she wasn't the usual chick that he saw around there small town.
Clearing his throat as he leaned his elbows on the counter and casually lent forward to try and get a better look at her .
