the target audience. // marilyn manson

meeting satan itself.

1 : the angel who in Jewish belief is commanded by God to tempt humans to sin, to accuse the sinners, and to carry out God's punishment.

After arriving at the venue, we were presented with a long line of people waiting for the show to open, since her father had connections and because she bought passes, all she did was talk to the bodyguard infront, the guard confirmed our request through his radio and allowed us to enter.

"Let's go backstage while there's still time." She said pulling my arm with her, dragging me on wherever she's going. I couldn't do anything but let out a sigh and allow her to bring me where she wants.

After a minute of dragging me, she finally stopped, i looked up meeting face to face with a door, "The Antichrist Superstar" written on it.

"Open the door." She looked at me and said eagerly.

"Why me? You payed for the tickets, it's all yours." I said pouting at her, trying to pull her strings.

We argued and argued on who will open the door until it opened by itself revealing Mr. Manson's unpainted face with his hair tied up, we slowly turned our heads to him speechless.

"Why don't you both come in?" He said almost hiding the fact that he was annoyed by our bickering.

We both gulped and entered the room, Josephine pushed me infont of the door signing me to go in first making me bump into Mr. Manson's chest, it took me a minute to slowly look up revealing Mr. Manson giving me an annoyed smile and a death stare to Josephine shortly after.

We finally entered the room, Mr. Manson pointed at the chairs we could sit in, i took the one farthest from him, i was sitting in the corner of the room facing him, Josephine was sitting about 2 meters away from my right, at this point, i was literally on the verge of tearing my scalp out of my head from the embarrassment that occurred moments before.

After a few minutes of silence and Mr. Manson doing his makeup, Josephine decided to shoot her shot, flirting with him while my mind was still focused on the incident. He seemed to be interested in her but his eyes kept glancing at me every now and then, though i kept my mouth shut not wanting to make another embarrassing moment for myself and just because i didn't want Josephine to get mad at me after for trying to steal "her man".

As the minutes go by, Mr. Manson's makeup is already finished, Josephine asked for his number but he refused, instead he asked for hers, we all know that that means, he's never calling her, but Josephine was too naive to comprehend it.

The staff was already letting people in so i told Josephine that we needed to leave or else we wouldn't have a spot upfront, she agreed and gave Mr. Manson a farewell. She decided to exit the room first, making me follow after her, as i attempted to leave the room, Manson's left arm wrapped around my waist and his right entered my skirt pocket, licking my ear as he did so, i quickly turned to him with a frowned and confused look making him chuckle, finally retrieving his hands away from me, i decided to say nothing and just leave.

Before the show started, the lights turned off leaving the crowd silent, minutes after, the lights turned back on revealing Manson in a suit ready to sing the "Irresponsible Hate Anthem" to start off the show, it was followed by the "Antichrist Superstar", the crowd began to go wild chanting the famous lyrics, "Prick your finger, it is done. The moon has now eclipsed the sun, the angel has spread it's wings. The time has come for bitter things." I couldn't help but watch in complete awe, how can a man be this capable of being so cool?

The show is almost done, leaving Marilyn to sing one last song, "Coma White", as a girl who had a past with drugs, this song is very dear to me, i was a drug addict somewhere between highschool and college, it was because of the passing of my adoptive parents, my mother died because of cancer, and shortly after, my father died due to stroke. Being alone sucked, watching your batch mates celebrate with their parents in graduation made you want to kill yourself, those were the times where Manson was slowly taking over the media, i felt like me and him weren't to different, it was almost like we're two different species who belong in the same dimension, far from this one.