Metallica Imagines

Angry Young Man- Lars Ulrich

Hehehe. Ah yes! Our favorite short member, Lars. Tbh I like Lars a lot and decided to play drums because of him. Anyways credits to Billy Joel for the title "Angry Young Man" (One of my favorite singers).

The band was rehearsing for their next tour. They recently released their new album, "...And Justice For All". The guys were gonna travel to Texas and perform. You could tell it was gonna be a long night after seeing the list of songs going to be played. Even seeing them perform right now was long but you wanted to support them all. You sat in a chair and watched them. They just finished playing "To Live Is To Die" and was beginning "Harvester of Sorrow". While I'm the middle of playing, the snare on the drum became loose and disconnected.

Lars yelled for them to stop. His face was red. "WHAT THE FUCK MAN!" He shouted.
"Wow Lars. What the fuck happened?" Kirk asked trying to figure out what was wrong with his best friend.
"The snare! This is the 4th time this week!"
As he said this, a crew member came to fix it. "At this fucking rate, I don't think I can even play with this set! It's always that damn snare!" "Can't you just fix the lug?" Jason asked.
"Oh sure! Once we go onstage and this snare comes off, let me just stop and go fix the god damn lug!" You got out of your seat and walked towards him.
"Lars, honey, there's no need to overreact," you began, grabbing hold of his hand. He removed his hand away from you.
"Don't overreact? Don't overreact?! How the fuck am I supposed to react babe? Last time I check, you're not the one playing the drums here are you? You don't even have a job cause of your stupid addiction!"
That sent a huge blow to your stomach. The rest stood in shock.
"Lars," James began, placing his hand on my shoulder.
"You're taking shit too far. All we're trying to do is help you."
"I don't need your damn help! Just fuck off!" Lars then stormed of to the dressing room. You were just standing there, speechless.

Jason saw your face and went to hug you.
"You know he doesn't mean it hun. He's just speaking out of anger."
Kirk came over as well and rubbed your back. You knew Jason was right, but it still hurt. You were trying to get a job for weeks but no one wanted you. It was because before you were with Lars, you had a terrible addiction to drugs and lead you to jail for possession, but didn't last long cause the band bailed you. You did rehab afterwards, but since the possession of drugs was on your record, no one wanted you.

James went towards the door of the dressing room. He seemed furious as well. You knew it was my going to be good and went after him. "James, it's fine. Let me handle it," playing a hand on his chest.
"But,"
"It's fine. I got this," you replied, removing your hand. He relaxed his eyebrows a bit and sighed.
"If you need us, we'll be back here," he said, walking back to the others. You turned around and faced the door. You gently knocked on it. "Fuck off," Lars replied. His voice sounded off. As if he were crying.
"Lars honey it's me." There was no immediate response. You him sigh.
"Come in." You opened the door and stepped inside the room.

The room smelt like beer like it always did. You saw Lars, sitting on the couch, hands covering his face. You didn't say anything. You sat on the other side of the couch. You could hear him crying, but still didn't say anything. After a couple of minutes, he wiped his face and looked at you. "Baby, I'm sorry."
You rolled your eyes. "Mhm sure."
"I'm serious!" He caught you off guard as he grabbed hold of you hand. He gently stroke it with his thumb. "Everything I said," he began. "I didn't mean it. I hope you know this. It's been so stressful lately. I never meant to take my stress out on you. You and everyone else. You guys were just trying to help me, but I acted like a dick."
He brought your hand close to his lips and kissed it. "Please forgive me." You looked in his eyes, to see if they were sorrowful. You sighed and shook you're head.
"Alright Lars. It's fine. Do it again and I'll make sure James whoops your fucking ass," you joked, leaning on his shoulder. Relieved, he kissed your head. You got up and dragged him off the couch.

"Come on babe. The boys are waiting."

I posted the concert on here I think. It's one of my favorites so I wanted to use it in this scenario.