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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"Where were you? You're late." My manager asked, standing next to the producer with his arms crossed.
"Sorry, I got stuck in traffic." I said with a smile plastered on my face. It was unusual for me to be in a good mood, especially first thing in the morning.
I let my handbag fall on the couch. In the studio, everyone was already waiting for me. I made eye contact with Neil through the glass. He examined my behavior with questioning eyes.
"What happened to you? Was the party last night that good?" Dam asked, intrigued, as I stepped inside the insonorized booth where they were practicing with their instruments.
"Nah, it was shit." I replied simply, resulting in an exchange of confused looks between Dam and Beck.
"I heard all about what happened last night; you got kicked out of the club. Want to explain yourself?" My manager's voice spoke through the speaker in the corner of the foam-like walls. On the other side of the glass, he spoke with a stone-cold face into a tiny mic.
"It wasn't me, it was Dave. Neil and him just dragged me along." I answered nonchalantly, putting the guitar strap over me.
"I don't believe you one bit. You have betrayed my trust so many times as a manager. I know you, I know that one way or another it was your fault. Can you confirm, Neil?" Everyone felt the tension inside the room. My band members were worried for me and maybe even more worried for the band itself.
"No, not really. It was Dave's fault. He was the one who started a fight." Neil answered, trying to defend me. I couldn't really defend myself because I didn't even remember what had happened.
"So, you're telling me you were completely sober while all of this went down?" My manager asked rhetorically. A long pause of silence followed his words, and everyone waited for my answer.
It felt like my voice was stuck inside my throat and didn't want to come out. I didn't dare to lift my gaze up. I simply looked down at my feet, waiting for this moment to be over.
"No." I admitted.
"We need to talk in private. Please stay after the recording session." He answered in a professional tone. I could see him sigh after backing his face away from the mic.
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"Good luck," Dam told me, touching my arm as a sign of reassurance. I muttered a "thanks," showing him an awkward smile.
Everyone put their instruments back in their place, none of them wanted to leave me alone. They were worried and empathetic towards me, like a sibling who knew their sister would get grounded. I got out of the booth, and besides my manager waiting against the producer's table, there was no one left. The light was dim, and the furniture casted shadows on the walls. That way, I couldn't see the disappointment in his eyes.
