Is This What Love Feels Like?//k.h

Record Stores And Guitarists

March 3rd, 1984

I woke up to the sun in my eyes. Great way to start the day, right? I walk over to my small kitchen and make coffee, everyone needs coffee in the morning. While I wait for it to brew, i walk over to my room. I undress myself to take a shower. I look at the clock to see if i have time, shit, 8:30, i really slept in, i only have an hour to get to work.

I go to my bathroom and get the shower running. I take about a 5 minute shower since i dont have much time. I get out my Iron Maiden tank top and some light blue baggy jeans, and converse, you can never go wrong with converse. I get my nametag for work and walk out of the apartment.

About 20 minutes pass and i walk into work. I clock in and open up the store. I look over at the clock to see what time it is, ugh, its only 10:00. The store doesnt get many customers until around 12 till late afternoon.

I walk over to the small magazine section of the store. I see on of my favorite bands on the cover of one of the magazines,  Metallica, i grab it and walk back to the front desk. Getting to read magazines and choose music for the store, was the only good part of the job, other than getting paid good money.

I heared the the bell at the top of the door ring. I looked up from my magazine to see a boy with long curly, black hair and brown eyes.

"Hey, uhm, wheres your rock section?" the boy says.

"Last row to the left. " I say with a smile

The boy smiles back and walks away. He has such a sweet smile- shit, he looks familiar. I cant stop thinking about where hes from.

"Hey"

im suddenly snapped out of my thoughts by the voice, its the boy again.

"Are you ready to pay? " I say

He puts down the records he got, Misfits and Black Sabbath.

"Great taste" I say smiling and looking at him. Then it dawned on me, holy shit, Its Kirk Hammett.

I ring him up "$30.59 please. " He gives me his card and smiles once more. He turns his head towards the magazine.

"Nice magazine" he says smirking

"oh hush, you only like it because your face is in it. " I say sarcastically. Im internally screaming because i am talking to the Kirk Hammett.

"Well, i hope to see you around-" he pauses to look at my nametag. "Morgan!" He walked out. Im really thinking i wont see him around.

A few hours later

I get home and plop my body onto the couch. I hungry, tired, and a bunch of other things. I passed by a McDonalds on the way home. So might aswell go there.

I walk into the fast food place and get in line and decide on what i want. I feel someone come up behind me and get scared, like usual. I turn around and see the boy from earlier, Kirk.

"OH! hey, i rememer you! from the record store!! " He says a bit to excitedly.

"Oh i remember you too." I say more shyly than excitedly.

I get my food and walk over to a table.

"Do you mind if i sit with you?" Kirk says. "No, not at all" I say with a welcoming smile.

He smiles back, god this is making me weak, i mean hes practically my idol.

"So tell me a bit about yourself. " he says

"Well I grew up in LA and moved to San Francisco when I was 18." I say. " Whyd you move? if its not to personal. " He says.

"Well I moved because i didnt want to live in the exact same city all my life. " I say trying to point out it was the most obvious reason through my tone.

We finish our food and walk out together.

"Hey, it was nice meeting and hanging out with you! " He says. "Yeah, i had a really great time. " We shake hands and Kirk slips something in my hand. He walks off and i grab the paper. "Call me ***-***-****:) "

Holy shit Kirk Hammett gave me his number.
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