Hold On To Me || Kirk Hammett

Part 21- Oh, Could You Be So Strong?

For those who wanna know what a South African accent is. Rabbitt was our response to the Beatles and the Springbok Nude Girls were our response to Nirvana. If it wasn't for everyone's apartheid-o-phobia; S.A. music could have dominated y'all's ass.

Also, Arno Carstens's voice is like audio porn. I just get oddly turned on by his voice, so I hope that explains the sm-

Yah neh.

Savannah's POV

"Mommy look!" Ali said, pulling the sleeve of my shirt and waving the magazine in front of my face, "Daddy's on the news."

I couldn't help but giggle at her excitement. She was so ecstatic whenever she saw Kirk in Magazines, or posters, or MTV. It wasn't anything new, we were all used to having our faces plastered across the media, hell- even Ali had her moment of glory.

"Let's see how good you are," I said, setting her on the bed, "Can you read what it said?"

She bit her lip, analyzing the paper, before stuttering, "Metallica," She said, looking up at me with bright eyes as I clapped my hands, "Can't seem to- seem to get enough of.. enough of...."

She trailed off, turning the paper so I could-

That fucker.

Kirk's POV

I stood on stage, saying our final goodbyes to the crowd before I immediately bolted backstage to find Savannah.

It's been a month on tour, and it was absolutely magical. It brought back so many memories of her on our first tour. When we were in our twenties, taking every opportunity to steal beer.

And now we were in our thirties- well, almost. In a few months, I'd be fourty. God, the mere thought shook me. I can't imagine myself being fourty- I swear I just 25 just five minutes ago.

I saw her standing by the stage, waiting to go on. Her tight outfit on that made accentuated her curves and highlighted every little detail. A part of me wanted to lock her away forever letting a man see her like this, and another part of me wanted to clear the room and take her right there. Just set her on the amp and- woah Kirk, slow down.

We have to just wait for those two hours and savor her slowly. Drive her insane, like always.

I scanned the room for Aliza, who was more interested in Lars spinning his drumsticks to even notice I was in the room. Lately, Aliza had taken a liking to Lars's son, and I'll be damned if she ever crushes on him but right now, I was too busy to worry about my daughter's love life.

Black hair, black leather, black eyeliner. And she was the only thing on my mind.

I crept up behind Vannah, before wrapping my arms around her and pulling her against my chest, spinning her around. She gasped in shock, wriggling out of my grip. Her laugh. It was so intoxicating, I was sure I'd travel to the moon and back just to hear her. She muttered something, smacking my chest before looking at me with those soft brown orbs.