You reach the studio, your heart races as you get out of your car and walk into the building. The host greets you with a smile. "So you must be Y/N." He says, his voice much softer than what you hear on the radio. "I just need to see an ID and you're all set!"
You give him your license and he looks over it swiftly. He smiles at you, "Have fun!" You say goodbye as you leave the building. You check the ticket for the date once you reach your car. July 16th. "Three days." You say to yourself as you put the ticket in your wallet. You turn on your car and put in a Motörhead CD, then head home.
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You pull into your driveway, turning down your radio as you do so. You make sure you have everything, your wallet, your keys, and your purse. You unlock your door and step inside, the smell of cigarettes overwhelms you. You roll your eyes at the smell. "Hey mom." You groan.
"Happy birthday ya little stinker!" She yells, her voice harsh and gravelly. The strong scent of cheap perfume and cigarettes overwhelms your nose, almost choking you. You hug her back so she'll let go. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?" You ask her. She pulls a key from her pocket. "You gave me the spare key." She answered. "Where have you been? I thought you got off work at 5:30 it's almost seven." She interrogates you.
You give her a look. "I don't live with you, I haven't for 3 years. I'm allowed to come home later." She rolls her eyes at you. "I got you somethin'." She says as she turns around, walking further into your house. You follow her into the kitchen where she hands you a box wrapped in pink wrapping paper. You frown at the wrapping paper then unwrap it. You open the box and see a bottle of Jack Daniels. "Oh." You say quietly.
"Well, now that I've officially given you alcohol, I will be leaving." Your mother says. She grabs her purse and walks out the door without saying goodbye. You lock the door behind her. You set the bottle on the counter and walk to your bedroom.

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The Ace of Spades// Lemmy Kilmister x !femReader
FanfictionYou win backstage passes to a Motörhead concert and meet Lemmy Kilmister. Will life with the Rock-God be as glamorous as you think?