BROOKLYN BABY // Hunter Sylvester (Metal Lords)

Set 5

I fiddled with my old toy microphone, the only toy I kept from my childhood, it was pink and yellow and terribly dirty, but I loved it so much.

I'd taken out the mechanism that made it echo when you sing into it years ago. I grabbed my phone, I connected to the houses speakers, I clicked my favorite song... Rebel Yell by Billy Idol.

The instruments faded in, the drum beats hardened, the bass syncing in

"Last night a little dancer, she came dancing to my door

Last night, that little angel, she came pumping on my floor

She said, 'Come on, baby, you got a license for love

And if it expires, I pray help from above'

Because

In the midnight hour she cried more, more, more, more

With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more

In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more

With a rebel yell more, more, more

More, more, more!"

With the small guitar solo I danced around, I jumped up on the kitchen table, my fake microphone in hand

"She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg

But when I'm tired and lonely, yeah, she gives me head

I said, 'What set you free and brought you to me, babe?'

'What set you free? I need you here by me'

Because

In the midnight hour she cried more, more, more

With a rebel yell more, more, more, yow!

In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more

With a rebel yell

Mo- o- o- ore"

I did a spin and stopped. Hunter was standing right there. He had an amused smile on his face and his phone in his hand... recording.

I scrambled to turn off my music "delete that!" I yelled "oh, but you look so adorable prancing around in the little pj's singing"

I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arms over my chest, no bra and all. "fuckwad" I exclaimed. I climb down from the table and approached him "what are you doing here?" I asked

"brought the lyrics to machinery" he said holding up some sheet music and a piece of lined paper. I rolled my eyes and began to walk to my room.

Hunter followed me and sat on my bed "I haven't been in here in a while... did you change it around?" He asked

"just my vanity and dresser" I said sitting my chair "lazy... anyways here's Machinery's lyrics" he handed me the paper

"Mother leaves me bleeding, Exsanguinates my dreaming father, father deaf to children's call, welcome hypocrites and fool, i've been sharpening my tool, i build it for everyone of you, i build it for you all?" I read aloud

"it's good right?" For a psychopath- "it sounds like you need therapy... Hunter if I didn't know you I'd still inquire you had daddy and mommy issues" I said with a serious look

"mommy and daddy issues are good writing material" he shrugged "ok, how do you want me to sing this? High pitch, low, raspy?" "I want you to sound like you're possessed" I hesitated

"so... low and raspy. Got it" I said "and hey, we gotta do something about your stage frigh-" "why?" I interrupted him. He gave me a surprised look "sorry" I mumbled looking down

"Stevie. You're an ok singer. you'll be fine-" Hunter said it as if I were just being silly "-you'll never be Blondie or anything, but you're alright-" "hey!" I shouted,

he stopped talking and looked at me "this isn't easy for me, ok? Quit downplaying the fact that I'm fucking terrified... if- if I get up there and freeze, or my voice cracks halfway through, or I forget a lyric, or they just don't like me... I'll probably go off the deep end. And if I do mess up you'll probably put a hit out on me so..." I trailed looking away from him.

We stayed quiet for a while. Then Hunter stood up and went to my closet, he looked through some clothes and picked out a little outfit "get dressed" he said "why?" I asked

"I'm taking you somewhere" "Hunter, it's 8:00 on a school night-" "don't argue with me, put the damn clothes on" I sighed picked them up going to the bathroom to change

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"Hunter where are we going?" I asked "you'll see when we get there" he replied "come on, tell me" I begged "no, stop talking" he said coldly I scoff

"you're a jerk. Tell me where we're going or I'm gonna throw myself out of the car" I threatened "yeah, right" Hunter dismissed my threat.

In all truth, I think it would be absolutely crazy of me to do that. But I also have authority issues. I put my hand on the door handle "Stevie..." Hunter warned.

I didn't listen. I pulled on the handle a little bit "don't you dare" he stated his tone dropping. I smirked pulling the handle open, but I held the door closed

"Stevie Morgan Watson-" I pushed the door open. I flew against the seatbelt as Hunter slammed on the breaks.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and reached over to close the door but I got in his way "where are we going?" I asked again. He came close "you are so fucking annoying" he said lowly

"if I'm so annoying why didn't you let me jump out?" I asked moving in closer as if challenging him.

He reached past me and pulled the door shut, he sat back and his seat and hit a button on his his door. He locked the door

"fine, fuckwad. Don't tell me" I crossed my arms and looked out the window