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WE drove to the tattoo studio that Ronnie mentioned. That studio's building is quite huge for a tattoo place. The exterior is dominated by dark colors with big windows so I can see the insides from where I stand outside. The words 'The Void: Tattoo and Body Piercings' is in huge display on the top of the building with somekind of animated sexy girl with tattoo-covered body.
In front of those huge windows, there are two black benches on the front sides of the building. There's a big sparkly lamp with the word 'Open' on the door and the sound of heavy metal music bursting out loudly from inside.
Ronnie's face lightens when we got out from her Volvo. "Finally," she sighed while walking to me on the other side of her car and squeezed my arms excitedly.
"You sure you're still wanna do it?" I asked her who's walking fearlessly towards the studio. I know she's the one who'll get tattooed, but I feel nervous out of nowhere. My heart is beating faster under my grey shirt.
"Hell yeah," she answered, pushing the studio's door. The heavy metal music welcomed us straight away, deafening my ears.
On the inside, the walls are painted blood red and black and the pictures of rock musician such as Kiss and the other rock bands are hanged all over the walls, the smell of disinfectant is strong, at the front, there's a working table with a woman with freaky blue hair behind it, working busily on her computer in front of her. I guess she is the guest welcomer or something.
Next to that table there's a long hallway with doors to some rooms that are facing each other. When we got closer to that table, I can hear slight sound of machines whirring. My stomach flared up on the thought of the tattoo artist injecting ink to people's skin layers.
Ronnie walks towards the blue haired girl which I think has no idea that there's two high school kids got into her studio.
"Hey. I'm Veronica Moore. I've made an appointment with... James?" she half-screamed her words because her voice is drowning beneath the sound of heavy metal music that comes out from the speakers on the corners of the ceiling.
That girl was still busy clicking on her mouse until she finally sees us. She has a huge septum piercing just like a cow and it was the biggest piercing I've ever seen. Her skin is abnormally pale and she wears a blackish-red lipstick on her lips.
"George," she corrects looking extremely annoyed.
"Yeah, George," Ronnie agreed.
She turns back to her computer screen. "He's at the second door to the right. He had already designed the alternatives designs of the tattoo you want," she said, without even looking at us.
Ronnie immediately pulled my arms so I would follow her, but I jerked my arm off of her softly. "I think I better wait here," I said, feeling the stinging sensation in my stomach.
Ronnie gives me 'the look' and I reluctantly followed her to the second door on the right.
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Seeing someone get tattooed under my phobia of needles, was one of the things I don't want to experienced for the second time.
After Ronnie and I got into the room, a guy welcomed us. He had this slender body, his hair was black and long, he wore a head band that made him look like a rockstar, and he had an impressive tattoo sleeve on one of his arms.
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