tattered & torn | joey jordison x fem!reader

5. bathroom

'killpop' - slipknot

*just a heads up, small makeout sesh in this chapter so yeah lmao ⚠️*

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- one week later -

The loud and chaotic madness behind you was all you could hear as you got your makeup on. The crowd was cheering loudly and the boys were running around like headless chickens hurriedly getting ready. You smeared the black paint around your eyes before quickly throwing your mask on, attempting to buckle up the straps behind your head, which failed.

"Chris!" You called.

"What?" He yelled back from somewhere in the room.

"I need you to help me please!"

"Help you with what?" He walked over with a smirk under his mask.

"Oh fuck off. The mask, you goose." You said, rolling your eyes with the mask still up to your face.

He walked behind you and held the straps to the back of your head, buckling and tightening them. You felt a soft whack from his nose on the top of your head.

"Gee, thanks." You said, adjusting your mask a little.

"My pleasure." He said, shooting finger guns at you and walking away.

You grinned as you looked at the mirror one last time, making sure you were all ready for the concert. Pretty soon Corey called you all into the middle and did a small chant on 3, eventually leading you out by number onto the stage. The curtain was up as you got onto your side of the stage. You thanked one of the back up crew as they handed you your jet black guitar with various small red patterns laced onto it. You placed the strap over you and shook your hands violently, getting any stress out. Before you know it, you started to play the intro to Sic, letting the curtain soon fly up for the start of the show.

Multiple songs went by as you felt your fingers aching slightly. Your mask was starting to get uncomfortable and sweaty from all the head banging and jumping around you were doing with James. Ever since you started touring with them, you two were the chaotic head banging guitar duo. After you finished playing Disasterpiece, the crowd cheered as you looked towards the wave of flying hands and screaming faces.

"This next song, is called, Killpop." Corey breathed into the mic. (a/n: listen ik Killpop wasn't around in 2001 but for story purposes it is so just enjoy the goddamn chapter ok)

The crowd started to go wild from the song title, cheering and screaming loudly. The sweet sound of the drums started playing either side of you, Chris being the nearest. You swayed along to the beat and the lyrics, soon entering with the guitar.

"She's sticking needles in her skin, I turn with an ugly grin. Her canvas doesn't leave a lot to fantasy. But her piece of mind can't stay inside the lines."

"It's so confusing, the methods that she's using. She knows she shouldn't leave a mark, that I can see. Will she ever find one million of a kind? It's cold and lonely, but that's because she told me."

Corey stares through his mask into the crowd before glancing at you, making eye contact.

"Lost inside her dirty world, no one hurts this pretty girl but her."

You couldn't help but feel a smirk on your face, feeling several eyes on you as you played the chorus. You decided to walk up towards the edge of the stage with your foot up on a speaker, watching as people reached up to you.

"Oh, she's beautiful. A little better than a man deserves. Oh, I'm not insane. Please tell me she won't change."

You felt compelled to reach out with a hand, almost touching the hands of the crowd before quickly pulling away. The crowd goes wild. You take a walk back, looking around the stage. You decide to look up to the drums set, only to see a familiar pair of eyes staring back at you.