I Have To Look Up Just To See Hell

We're From America

Chapter 3 – We’re From America

{Shannon POV}

We were on our way to Australia. Abigail slept soundly even with the noise of the plane. I let my head fall to the side, resting it on Marilyn’s shoulder, closing my eyes in contentment as he ran his fingers through my hair absentmindedly.

“We’re on our way.” He murmured and kissed my hair.

I chuckled lightly. “We’re from America, baby,” I smirked and leant up to his him, smirking as I heard a small child saying ‘Ew!’

He smiled back at me. “Your point?”

“We never do anything by halves.”

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I’d called mum and told her we’d be coming to see her in a week and a half when we had time. It had been good to talk to her again. But, now, I sat backstage, watching my husband strut his stuff, as it were, on stage in front of about two thousand people. It still amused me that no matter how much time went by, removing a small item of clothing made the crowd go mental!

As he finished singing the Love Song, he motioned for someone to come and get Abigail and I. So he was going to show us off, was he? I smirked and lifted Abigail up into my arms, standing as one of the rowdies came to get Abigail and I.

“And my lovely wife and daughter are here with us this evening!” he shouted to the crowd. “Let’s get ‘em out here!” he grinned evilly. “C’mon, Shan! They wanna see you!”

With a sigh, I carried Abigail out onto the stage with me; nearly going deaf as the crowd cheered deafeningly loudly. “Hi.” I smiled and he gave me a wink.

“Isn’t she great?” he smirked as he asked the crowd. “Her mother’s not too bad either!”

“Cheeky bastard.” I glared playfully. “I’ll pay you back for that quip later…perhaps in bed? Hmm?” I teased. He held the microphone up to Abigail. “Say hello, sweetie.” I smiled encouragingly.

“Hello…” she said in her adorable voice, the majority of the crowd going ‘aww!’

I laughed and pointed to the side of the stage and then to myself and Abigail, intending to get off stage as quick as possible.

And that’s when things got interesting…

“And you know what, people? Shan can sing!” he yelled and the crowd cheered. “Oh, you hear that honey? I think they wanna hear you sing, baby!” he laughed as he brought the microphone back to his lips. “I think you better let them hear you!” the crowd cheered again as Shannon was handed a microphone.

Still holding Abigail on one arm, she yelled into the microphone. “You wanna hear me sing?!” the crowd cheered. Shannon nodded and made a face at Marilyn. “I wish this was my song.” She smirked as the crowd screamed and she let Marilyn take Abigail from her. “This is the only Halestorm song these guys know how to play.” She pointed at the band and smirked as Twiggy winked at her. She turned back to the crowd as Twiggy nodded for her to start, and let out her best rock star scream. “I miss the misery!”

***

The crowd screamed and cheered as the final notes of the song rang out over the stadium. Shannon blushed, but grinned. “Glad you liked it! Back to the man you all came here to see now! Give a ture Aussie welcome to… Marilyn Manson!” Shannon sprinted off stage and took Abigail from a smirking Marilyn. “Get your sexy, rock star arse back out there!” Shannon mock glared, smacking his arm lightly as she kissed his cheek. “And don’t ever do that to me again.”

Marilyn chuckled darkly as he walked backwards onto the stage. “Well…they all seemed to like it.”

As Marilyn and the band began Disposable Teens Shannon rolled her eyes. “Yeah…and you liked it too… a little too much…” as I thought about it, I realised something…I’d liked it a little too much too…

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Another chapter tonight to make up for the previous one's lack of length :)