fallen angel

first sighting

I make my way to backstage with my journalist pass on me, nerves course through me as I enter. There are two burley men stood at the entrance that let me through.

As I walk something catches my eye, a beautiful young lady with golden hair. She doesn't look like she belongs here at all, her countenance appeared innocent and heavenly. The woman wasn't rough and tough rock n roll fanatic picture someone would imagine being backstage.

In fact, the woman looked almost the exact opposite as me. My messy raven shag, her flowing blonde river. My tall, sharp angular figure compared to her small delicate frame. Next thing I know she's looking back at me, with stunning green eyes. Yet again in contrast to my dark brown eyes surrounded by smudged eyeliner.

I nod, saluting her and she softly smiles nodding back. However, before I completely walk away, the door next to her opens and out comes Kirk Hammett saunters out and they immediately melt together.

Interesting.

Remembering, I'm here on professional matters, I make my way to my colleague, my mentor in a way.

"Hey! I was wondering where you were!" Jake exclaims excitedly.

Jake was someone anyone could talk to, a golden retriever in human form. He had a warmth that easily radiated off of him.

"Got a drink to wash off some nerves, y'know meeting your favourite band is a bit nerve wracking." I reply, hugging him from the side.

"You've got nothing to worry about, all you have to do is be as awesome as you are and take down what they say. Boom! Job done! Then, we get to rock out to...who are they again?" Jake gestures wildly, then asks confused.

He's a great journalist, but he's more into Madonna or Bowie than Metallica and Iron Maiden. Like I said, golden retriever.

"Metallica." I laugh back.

"Right! Now, let's do this!" Jake yells.

Here I am, making my way back towards the direction where I first witnessed one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen.