Lenora Woods, a care-free 19 year old girl working a simple job at her local comic book store in the fall of '83.
feeling lost, with no sense of direction in life and no goals for her future, she has but one dream.
To perform.
Having played bass sin...
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Tuesday, 5th October, 1983
I bit my tongue. Practically hyperventilating I tried to control my breathing. I wasn't struggling to breathe because I had just climbed up four flights of stairs thanks to the broken elevator. I was currently stood outside the apartment owned by the Tallica boys, this time not hung over after having slept on their couch, I was...nervous?
When Kirk left my place last week he said the guys really enjoyed my company or something, long story short he invited me over for "dinner" and by dinner I'm expecting nothing more than leftover takeout and a lifetime supply of booze, I'm not complaining though.
I was about to knock when the door flung open revealing the blonde, one could only recognise as James Hetfield.
"Hey noor." He said calmly leaning against the dark wooden doorframe his bright blue eyes examining me closely.
"You look great!" He smiled gesturing for me to come inside.
"Thanks...you do too!" I laughed as he leaned over and closed the door behind me before wrapping his arm around my shoulder guiding me to the living room I had crashed in a little over a week ago now.
We walked in, Cliff sitting slumped over puffing away on a joint, Lars next to him painting his nails? and Kirk lay spread across the floor staring at the ceiling.
"Yo dipshits, Nora's here!" James yelled before taking his arm from around me and grabbing my shoulders, startling me as his face was less than an inch away from mine.
"You want something to drink?"
"No-"
"I'll go get you something!" He didn't let me complete my sentence as he ran off into the kitchen, I shrugged and walked over to Kirk peering down at him, confused.
"You...ok?" I asked standing over him, leaning down so his eyes met my gaze
"Nora!" He shot up and smiled that goofy grin of his making me giggle as he pulled me down next to him.
I yelped, half face planting onto the wooden floorboards.
We both laughed it off.
"Is Lars painting his nails right now?" I asked turning my head to face Kirks, his hair disheveled- all over the place, dark curls matted and covering the floorboards.
"Yeah..." we both burst out laughing as Lars overheard our conversation his block shaped head shooting out to glare down at us.
"It's totally manly!" He shouted before standing abruptly, slamming the brush back into the bottle of nail polish and striding over to us.
Kirk screamed like a little girl as Lars pounced on top of him causing me to sit up honestly kind of terrified, shuffling backwards on my butt before bumping into Cliff's foot.
