Joey Jordison X reader

Could this be true?

I finished out my senior year at my new school year, found new friends and figured myself out. All besides that I could never forget about Joey every night. Sitting in my room all I thought was him. I haven't heard from him in months.

I grew up to be now in my 20's I slimmed out and changed in ways I didn't know I could change. Same music taste, Motley Crue,slayer,anthrax, all that jazz. I was still friends with people from my senior year. Ashlynn,Emerson,Alex,and Hunter. We all liked the same music and one night we were hanging in Alex's basement. Emerson loved telling me new bands he found.

"Y/N? You're from Des Moines right?" He said sipping his drink.

"Yes I am,why?" I questioned his asking of this,shouldn't he know that?

"I found a new band!" He said happily doing jazz hands,clearly happy. What did me being from Des Moines have to deal with a band.

"And? Don't you always?" I said spit back annoyed at him as usual.

"This band is from Des Moines! They're called Slipknot alright?" he showed me a recorded and I was immediately interested. I snatched the record from him and read it. A weird intro with a lot of numbers...something called sic...eyeless,wait and bleed,surfacing,spit it out, I then continued to read on.

"Scissors huh?" I said reading a song name.

"Yep! You're right. These guys are from Des Moines let's put this recorded on and listen. I'm sure you'll like it since I showed you Korn." I handed Emerson back the record and he put it on. Everyone listened. The first track with a lot of numbers it just kept repeating "The whole thing I think it's sick." Then after moments of that intense music blasted in the basement walls. Crazy drums,guitar, bass,screaming and turn tables? This was crazy to me. I tapped my foot to the beat and listened.

As the song ended Emerson turned it off for a moment and looked at me. I was amazed,I liked this.

"And they are from where I am?" I asked I couldn't believe it.

"Hell yeah they are!" Emerson smiled at him running his hands through his hair before he leaned back in a chair. "Any song that you want to play that caught your eye?"  He said and I thought.

"Spit it out or tattered and torn." I say happily,Emerson nodded.

"Spit it out comes first so I'll put it on first." He reached over and put it on as I nodded. Fast lyrics came in and i listened tapping my foot,head banging a bit.

"This guitar shredding is awesome!" I say to my guitarist of a friend. Emerson nodded in agreement. The next song came on it was an interesting song from the other ones I listened to. It was interesting so much I liked it.

That night I went home with the record and listened to it.  I loved the album and now I was a fan. They wore creepy masks which I was all for,I didn't quite know their names yet.

Days passed and Emerson told me more about the band. What they were and told me to watch an interview. I sat down and watched, a guy with a white mask,black long hair,red streaks in it says "I'm Joey,from Slipknot,I'm number 1 and I play the drums." Joey,that name ringed in my mind but I pushed it away. A guy in a mask with dreads said "I'm Corey,singer for slipknot,I'm number 8." Cool he's the lead singer. A guy with a weird gas mask says "Sid,I'm number 0 and I'm the D.J." And so on until the guy with the mask with a long nose said "Chris,number 3 I play percussion and don't be afraid to pull on your stick men." At that statement I laughed and so did Emerson.

As it went on I kept staring at the Joey guy,he was about my height. the sound of his voice was more familiar,I listened in. Once the Joey guy talked about bands they listened to he said slayer. I looked at Emerson then back at the screen. Old school thrash the guy said with the red streaks,i fidgeted in her seat. Old anthrax. She stopped the video and looked at Emerson. Emerson gave her a weird look.

"What's this joeys guys last name?" I questioned.

"Joey,Joey Jordison." When he said those words her eyes widened. "What's wrong?" He asked

"Nothing." I wasn't going to say shit. "They seem really cool. Is there a show coming up near us?" I said a little eager to find out.

"Yes and I was going to tell you I bought tickets for the both of us." My jaw dropped at that. I shook my head and thanked Emerson a hundred times.

Was I going to see Joey again?

As the days led up to the concert,I got more and more excited. I was anxious to see Joey again and to tell him how happy I was to see him.

I put on my best outfit and headed to the venue with Emerson.  The band came out and I spotted Joey,my face got hot,I wanted to grab Joey right there. We enjoyed the show,head banging,listening to all of the sounds. They exited and I left Emerson behind. I ran towards the back of the stage. I ran into guards... fuck... I saw the band exiting and I screamed

"JOEY! JOEY!" I screamed at him and the band. They probably thought I was some fan girl trying to get back there. I tried again.

"JOEY! IM BACK! IM RIGHT HERE!" I screamed which made Joey turn his head then shook his head. I continued to scream. I wanted to burst into tears. He was right in front of me. I watched him walk away.

"JOEY! Joey! Joe..." I toned down and then I got shoved away from the guards,I was defeated. I walked away with tears in my eyes,I sat next to an open window smoking a cigarette. I felt like it was no use. Why did I even try? He's a rockstar and I look like a fan girl.

I sat there holding back tears when one of the guards grabbed me roughly by the arm and shoved me into the back stage. I gave him a glare and stood there for a minute not knowing what to do. I began to walk,seeing some guitars laid out,water bottles, booze,masks I recognized then suddenly I got pulled into a room.

"Who do you think you are screaming my name like that?" This guys scolded,after I got a good look it was Joey with his mask on. I didn't know what to say.

"I'm trying to get your attention." I just said it I wasn't scared or nervous for some reason. That scared me the most.

"No shit but no one ever yells at me like that. Who are you?" He got closer with his mask on with his eye squinted.

"Y/N sir." I said trying to sound professional, his eye kept squinted at me.

"Y/N who?" His foot lightly tapped on the tile of the dressing room I was pulled into by him.

"Y/L/N" I said looking him in the eyes

"And how do I believe you?" He said I could tell he was skeptical.

"I moved to Michigan remember?" I said,Joey stared at me like he was reconnecting dots that haven't been connected in a long time.

"I thought I'd never see you again..." he slowly took off his mask,face paint around his eyes,he was all sweaty. I just nodded staring at him,suddenly he pulled me into a hard hug. I hugged him back. He smelt of sweat but I don't care. It was Joey. My best friend of all things,the person I lost for years.

"Come to Des Moines with me..." he pleaded to me, I didn't know what to say.

"It's not easy." I said but he immediately protested in a protective way

"I don't give a shit you're coming with me." I was shook up by this and I didn't know what to say.