BROOKLYN BABY // Hunter Sylvester (Metal Lords)

Set 9

"did you do the speech assignment yet?" I asked Hunter as we walked out of the classroom

"no, i'll think of something though. how about you?" he asked "I'm gonna do mine on stage fright. there isn't anything I know better"

we both laughed as we walked to the commons "I heard they suspended Lisa for steeling your clothes" Hunter said

"yeah, they found my shirt shredded in her locker, dumb bitch didn't even get rid of the evidence" I scoffed

"you loved that top" "I loved that top" I sighed "hey, guys!" Kevin called to us as we approached

we walked of the school, we passed Clay Moss who was lecturing his drummer about being wasted

"you know, we don't need a base player to beat those stooges" Hunter assured "they'd need confetti to beat us, people love confetti" I joke

" lets just keep it us" Hunter was mostly looking at Kevin. I keep forgetting at after the battle of the bands all of this is gonna end.

I continued onto hunter car. people crowded the car and I pushed through, the windshield was shattered and had a huge hole in it, in red spray paint it said 'suck it, cunt' the tires were slashed, my black bra hung from the antenna and a massive shit was on the hood

"Hunter! Hunter!" him and Kevin heard me calling and looked over before coming themselves. when Hunter saw the damage it looked like he was gonna cry.

Kevin gave us a ride home and once we got there Hunter pulled my car from the garage,

we'd have to use it now that his was damaged. we went down into the basement to practice, but I was pacing in fury

"I cannot believe they did that! I'm gonna shove my foot so far up Skip's ass he's gonna feel it in his throat!" I sat down and crossed my arms

"how did he get your bra, anyways?" Hunter asked "probably Lisa, they were working together. Isn't it convenient that my clothes got stolen the same day they cut off your hair?"

I shook my head, these people are sick in the head "your uncle comes back tomorrow, right?" I nodded

"Dean Swanson called him today, so he wants to have a talk when he gets home. blah, blah, blah 'you have to tell me these things'. Blah, blah, blah 'if we keep secrets we'll grow apart'"

my uncle does his best but sometimes I don't see authoritative like I would my own dad, it's a good thing most of the time

"he probably just wants to make sure you're ok" Hunter said as he hooked up his guitar "I'm fine. He's gonna try to send me to counseling again, I don't need therapy i need to punch a few motherfuckers in the face" I said with a scoff

"fight your demons" Hunter said "yes, you get it" "in the mean time you could sing out your rage?" he questioned. he wants to practice

"machinery?" I questioned "gotta be ready" I nodded and picked up the microphone "on 3"

~

I woke up in my guest room. when I walked downstairs Mr Sylvester had breakfast laid out on the table

"morning, Stevie" he said "morning. is Hunter up yet?" I asked "dont think so. he's never up before noon on weekends" he replied

"ok, im gonna get ready, we have practice later" I said before heading back upstairs. I got some clothes and went into the guest bathroom,

I stripped and turned on the water. once I was done showering I realized I grabbed two shirts instead of a shirt and shorts "shit!" I exclaimed, just my luck.

I wrapped myself in the towel grabbed my stuff and headed back to the room. when I stepped in I closed and locked the door before turning... and finding Hunter on the bed

"Jesus Christ! you scared me" I said with a sigh "sorry, i..." he trailed. he looked me up and down, im in a towel... just a towel. I snapped at him

"my eyes are up here, Casanova" I say with a scoff. Hunter immediately looked up "Kevins on his way over. he called an emergency meeting" Hunter said crossing his arms

"for what?" I asked "he didn't say" I nodded "ill be down in like five" I said moving over to the bed and setting down the clothes that were in my hand

"ill be down there" Hunter got up and slowly walked over to the door

I was waiting in the basement when Kevin came in, with Emily, the girl from mine and Hunters speech class,

the one that Kevin wanted to play bass for us "let her join the band" Kevin said "no" Hunter said

"come on, we have like two weeks, she can learn everything in two days" Kevin said "really? that's impressive" I said with smile

"its nothing personal, Emily. its just you're not consistent with image we're trying to portray... like I told Kevin" Hunter said. Kevin huffed

"is it because she's a girl?" I scoff "is it because she's a girl?" I asked along with him "no" Hunter said lowly

"what about... Joan Jett? doesn't she rock?" Emily question "um... what about the Runaways?" "that's Joan Jett" "ok, well there's Lita Ford" "that's the Runaways. you ca-" "and then there's uh, what her, uh..." "Angela Gossow, Floor Jansen, Maria Brink, Cristina Scabbia-" "and um, well..."

"Kevin. Kevin. Kevin. Kevin. Kevin. Kevin. Kevin. we are a metal band. we are not an indie metal band, we are not an alt metal band. we are not a sort pf metal band, we are a metal band. and for us to have a cello player instead of a bass player would be completely gay"

In sync me and Emily let out scoffs, before Emily looked around at the posters in Hunters room "you've gotta take all that in context" I stood

"my ass. metal is a bunch of sweaty men in makeup screaming about how much they hate their dads, moms, society, and so on.. I think a cello playing girl would be totally normal" I said

"our band is called Skullfucker! you named it that to impress girls? we're gonna die virgins in band called Skullfucker!"

at the same time me and Emily looked at Hunter and Kevin "wh- what I meant was-" "oh, come on. like she didn't already know" Hunter

"you're both obviously virgins, sorry Kev" "so are you" Hunter said to me "I know, and I own that shit"

"good to know" the voice came from the door, it was my uncle "dear god, no!" I put my hands in my head

"lets keep it that way... okay, Hunter-" "go wait upstairs, please!" "did I miss something?" "shut up, Kevin. I will end you. Mickey go upstairs!"

"not until he agrees!" I groaned In agony "I hate my life" I whispered "I understand, Mr Watson" Hunter said strained

"ill see you up there, Stevie" the footsteps retreated up the stairs. we were all silent for a moment

"im gonna go kill myself. it was nice to officially meet you Emily, I hope I see you in my next life" I began walking to the stair "practice tomorrow, 6:15" "mhm"