In which Dave Mustaine entertains an enemies-to-lovers relationship with a talented guitarist, one of his former band's member sister.
↳ TW: mention of S.A. and substance abuse
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Started: 10/01/2023
Finished: 05/05...
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My heart skipped a beat as the phone on the wall rang, interrupting the melancholic melody I had been strumming on my guitar. I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to answer the call or let it go to voicemail. Something urged me to pick up, and with trembling fingers, I pressed the accept button.
"Hello?" My voice quivered with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.
"Is this Donna?" a voice on the other end inquired.
"Yes, it's me," I replied, my curiosity piqued.
"I'm a member of the Sunset Sound Festival staff," the voice explained. "I happened to witness your performance last week and I must say, despite the unexpected turn of events, there's something remarkable about you that I can't quite put my finger on. We'd like to offer you a chance to redeem yourself by joining a band at the prestigious Sunset Sound Festival in San Francisco since their guitarist fell sick. We need you here by 4 p.m. It's urgent."
My heart pounded in my chest as I listened to the words that held the promise of redemption. Without a second thought, I seized the opportunity, determined to prove my worth.
Leaving a hastily scribbled note for Kirk, I packed my guitar, my hopes riding high on this unexpected lifeline. I knew this was my chance to step out of the shadows, I just didn't know next to who yet.
Arriving at the Sunset Sound Festival venue, the bustling energy of musicians and eager festival-goers engulfed my senses. The festival staff welcomed me with warm smiles and words of encouragement, reassuring me of their belief in my abilities. They led me through a labyrinth of backstage corridors, eventually arriving at the rehearsal area.
As I pushed open the heavy door, my gaze locked with a pair of piercing eyes I thought I would never see again—Dave Mustaine. The tension in the room was palpable, memories of our disastrous encounter still haunting.
"Donna," Dave's voice was laced with a mix of surprise and skepticism. "I didn't expect to see you here."
"Likewise," I replied, my voice steady despite the churning emotions within me. "But it looks like you need me more than I need you."
Dave crossed his arms, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. "You're replacing Marty, huh? We'll see about that. Just don't drag us down with your amateur skills."
I raised an eyebrow, my competitive spirit ignited. "Don't worry, Dave. I won't let your ego overshadow my talent. If anything, you might learn a thing or two from me."
A flicker of annoyance crossed Dave's face, but he quickly masked it with a smirk. "We'll see. Let's get to rehearsing and see if you can keep up."
And so, the rehearsals began, a battle of wills and musical prowess. Dave and I clashed, our pride refusing to yield an inch. The room reverberated with the clash of our voices, sometimes harmonizing, other times discordant.
