"You hit him with your car? That's how you guys met?"
"Yup. And I wouldn't have it any other way."
In which two hot-headed musicians learn to tolerate each other.
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song: seek and destroy - metallica October, 1983
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"THIS SKIRT IS giving me a fucking wedgie." I huff, trying to adjust my clothes without making it obvious.
"No one is gonna know you have a wedgie. You look hot." Willow grabs my arm and interlocks it as we move closer to the front of the line.
Since I let Willow borrow my Misfits shirt, she brought me her denim skirt to wear, which reaches a little above mid-thigh. I paired it with my belt, which has a buckle in the shape of a star, which matches the bright red tank top with a small black star on each side of my chest, that I'm currently wearing. Thrown over it is a black leather bomber jacket, and matching leather boots.
I added a few cute accessories here and there and left my makeup to a minimum. All I did was add a red lip and a tiny bit of eyeliner. Willow had a similar makeup look as well except her eyeliner was bolder.
"Thank you. You look yummy yourself." She beams at my words, her manicured fingers brushing against my arm.
Thankfully, the line didn't last long. Within just a few minutes, we were inside, pressing up against a bunch of sweaty bodies and people head banging until their heads fall off.
"I said is everyone ready to fall to their knees?" I hear a voice say as we move to the front of the crowd. "For the Phantom Lord!"
When we reached the front, I almost shit myself when I saw who the fucking singer was. "That's him!" I yell, pointing at that fucker who ruined my car.
"Who?" Willow yells back at me, not following what I'm talking about.
"That's the guy who scratched my car!"
"No fucking way!" Like a maniac, Willow starts laughing, but quickly stops when she sees that I wasn't amused. It was hard to enjoy the rest of the show after seeing his stupid face, but Willow was having the time of her life. After a few songs, James spoke up again.
"Alright! We're gonna turn it over to the newest member. Mr. Kirk Hammett. He's gonna melt your face with his guitar!" He introduces the band's guitarist. He has unruly, curly hair, similar to mine, and is wearing a white button-up, but he left it unbuttoned.
Kirk starts to shred on his Flying V guitar, doing cool tricks with the sound. He rubs the guitar up and down on the amplifier behind him before bringing it over to the crowd. Unfortunately for him, the strap was too long and someone caught it, stealing the guitar. Everyone starts pushing around for it while Kirk just stands there confused, not knowing what to do.
