2Doc, a Time Bomb

Chapter 51

2D'S POV 

I chugged down my third drink just as the opening act came on stage. The room had gone dark with only the stage visible through viridescent lights.  

The band walked out presenting the crowd with their female lead singer, everyone cheered. 

I was captivated looking at her sing to the crowd. She had dark hair with streaks of purple and deep eyeliner. Her eyeliner was made to look like spiders crawling from her eyes. Her nose and ears were filled with piercings. She wore a small tight black leather dress with fishnets and high boots. I think almost every man in the venue was drooling at her appearance, while the rest of the band looked like they would fit in perfectly with the crowd. 

Through most of the performance the singer would smile or sing down to two girls in the front row. One a blonde and the other a redhead. I took a guess they were her friends from the way they cheered the singer on. It made me think how nice it must be to have your friends here with you. I really felt Noodle and Russ' absence, I could do with a friend in a place like this.

The three drinks had really helped me to loosen up a bit as I felt I was gonna have a panic attack surrounded by all the sketchy people here. I could already feel the bruises forming on my body just from looking at them. I shuddered at the thought.

The band played for a half hour before the singer thanked the crowd and blew kisses at her friends as they left the stage. She then came running back out and threw roses into the crowd. I laughed to myself thinking of all the macho guys taking home roses tonight.

"And now for the band you've all been waiting for! Lets hope they don't kill each other on stage! It's .... Murdoc's Burning Sensations!" the announcer laughed nervously. 

My eyes immediately began scanning the stage trying to get a glimpse of Murdoc. He appeared in a matter of seconds with his bass guitar slung across his chest. He was in tight skinny jeans and a grey tee with his cross hanging upside down from this neck. He looked so hot. 

I couldn't take my eyes off Murdoc all night. The way he played was amazing, hypnotic almost, I had never heard him play properly before and my god was he talented. A part of me was surprised as I did expect for this to be a bit crap considering the way I've heard him sing before, it didn't leave me with much hope that he was musically gifted. Good thing he isn't the singer in this band cause he is killing it up there.

He took his shirt off in the middle of the show wiping the sweat across his forehead with it before throwing it to the side. I heard the two girls in the front row go crazy. All of a sudden I felt my jealously rise. Murdoc then winked at them. I felt my blood boil. He hadn't even noticed me in crowd and the temptation to take off my beanie and expose myself was rapidly increasing. 

The song they were playing came to an end and Murdoc took the mic "Alright fuckers, we're gonna slow it down a bit, and before I even 'ear any moans and groans, you're gonna shut the fuck up 'cause all of you and the tough boy acts you got goin' on well deep down you know it's all fucking bullshit and that yous all want someone to love yer sorry asses" 

The room was silent, a few of the guys looked down at the floor, almost ashamed to admit he was right.

"Anyway fuckers this song is called To Binge" 

Four minutes later I had forgot my jealousy and my eyes were filled with tears. I never knew Murdoc could write so beautifully. I know Ms. Rose had mentioned it before but this was something I never would've thought came from him. 

His lyrics did make me question who he had written them about? Did he write them about his ex Emilio? If he was playing the song tonight does that mean he still likes him? My head started to explode with questions. Eventually I shook my head not wanting to listen to any of that stuff and just try to enjoy the night. 

The gig eventually ended and Murdoc stumbled off the stage thanking his "most loyal most best fans ever!" It didn't take much to see that he was drunk on alcohol and admiration. 

I headed through the crowd to try and find the way backstage, I was so excited to see the look on his face when he realised I had come to support him and that I had actually come this time. I seen a rose from earlier on the ground. How could somebody just leave it on the floor like that? It was too pretty to get stomped on. 

Murdoc's POV

"Fuck lads we smashed it out there" I said beaming to Rocky, Crunch and Dave. 

"Fuck yeah we did!" Rocky shouting raising his bottle of beer to the roof.

I grabbed my bottle of rum following suit and drank to our success. Well my success mostly, it is my band after all.

"Hey Darlin'" I heard from behind me.

I turned around to see a blonde girl leaning against one of the amps, I recognised her from the front row of the crowd tonight. 

"You alright love" I asked her smirking wondering what she was up to.

"I just came back here to meet the sexy bass player I've been staring at all night" She smirked back at me.

I grinned knowing that she was my favourite type of fan.

"This way love" I motioned to our backstage room that we had been given to get ready in. 

I closed the door and sat down on the chair chugging back the bottle in my hand. "Now love what can the great Murdoc Niccals do for you" 

"You don't gotta do anything sweetie" She giggled getting on her knees and starting to unbuckle my belt. 

There was a knock on the door. 

"Fuck off I'm busy" I hollered back through the door in response. 

Much to my surprise the door still swung open and my eyes met the eyes of the person I least expected to be behind that door. 

"Dents" I breathed in disbelief 

I watched his eyes trail down to the girl on her knees still fumbling with my zipper. His mouth dropped open as he shook his head and turned on his heels dropping something on the ground as he rushed away.

I pushed the girl away and stood up rushing over to the door. 

What had he dropped? 

A rose?

I felt whatever it is that continues to beat in my chest stop beating instantly. I know it's not a heart I have hidden in there because someone with one of those wouldn't keep doing this to him. 

I picked up the rose knowing I fucked it all up, again.