Marilyn Manson Portrait Of An American Family

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"So where are you going again?" Twiggy asks as I walk out the front doors of the hotel.

"Uh..." I pause. "I'm just going to a meeting." I somewhat lie. "Some interviewer wanted me to answer questions off camera. I'll be back don't worry."

"Okay, just be careful!" He calls after me as I head towards the car.

"I will." He smiles and walks inside. I start the engine, letting it warm up before I start driving to Kenneth's house." I feel bad for lying to Twiggs, but I had to. He can't know...not yet anyway.

~*~

I pull into the driveway of a somewhat big tan house. I check to see if the address and street are right. 1454 Walker Street. Yup, got it. I let the car die and get out. I walk up to the front door and ring the doorbell. The door opens quickly. "Hello...u-uhh.." He trails off, nervous.

"Marilyn." I help him. "Full name, Marilyn Manson. You can call me by my first or last name. I don't care." He looks at me for a moment confused. "They're stage names. Each member of my band, has one. The first name is after a famous model or symbol of the 60's. And the last name is an infamous serial killer, from the 60's. See? Marilyn Monroe. Charles Manson. Get it?"

"Yeah, I get it. Well, come in, come in. Your friend Tony is already here." I nod and walk inside. He leads me to a very interestingly decorated living room.

"Hey Manson. Your here finally."

"Yeah, sorry. Traffics a bitch." He nods understanding.

"Alright so let's get to it. Show us what you got." He says to Kenneth.

"Okay..." He nervously walks over to his drum set.

~*~

"So what did you think?" I ask, Tony as we're driving back to the hotel.

"The kid was alright, he had some talent. That's for sure."

"Yeah..." I nod agreeing. We make it home, finally and Twiggy runs up to me.

"Hey!" He smiles. I pat his head like a dog.

"Hey Twiggs." I smile back and we enter the Hotel. He decides to come in my room, after we passed the clerk who gave us dirty looks. As usual.

"Your back! Finally." He gushes. I chuckle.

"Would you chill?" He nods.

"Sorry."

"Its okay." I say and pat his back. "So where are the rest of them? Separate rooms still? I wanted to hang out tonight. My room?" I offer.

"Sure!" He says excitedly and runs upstairs to tell the band.

~*~

After a while of talking, Tony came in with boos, Coke, Acid, Meth, probably almost any drug you could think of. His words were, "When your famous, you can get almost anything." That is pretty true.

I sit on my bed drinking a can of beer. Pogo and Sara snort some Coke over in the corner. Twiggy sticks to Acid and Whiskey. Still, not a good mix! I eventually decide to snort some Coke as well. I grab the "Oh so famous," Holy Bible, and make some lines with my credit card. I roll up a dollar bill and snort half of one, letting it rush to my head. I stumble back a bit but regain my balance. I snort the rest of the line. Just then there's a pound on the door. I try not to trip over my feet as I go to answer it. "WHAT THE FUCK BRIAN?!?"

A/N Hey sorry for the short chapter. Its a cliffhanger fill-in. If you really know Manson, or have read his Autobiography, The Long Hard Road Out Of Hell. Then what psychotic bitch do you think is at the door? Give me your guess in the Comments. I'll give you a hint, especially for those of you who haven't read the book or have just discovered Manson or something like that. Her name starts with a "T." Good Luck! :) Please leave a Vote. Thanks for all the support. Have an awesome day guys! Rock on! \m/

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