All In The Name Of...

Back Home Again

[A/N: Please don't hate me, this is such a filler chapter I want to cry oh my g o d and it took me so long to write! Between writer's block and the fact that I spent Halloween and the days around it with Samhain celebrations (religious things), it was just hectic. So so sorry about that...]

The pain in my head was almost unbearable when I woke up. I was in my own bed, though, by myself. The hangover was pulsating through my skull, and I immediately regretted getting so drunk so quickly. What the hell was I thinking?

I took a slow, hot shower, popped a few aspirin and changed into my Thin Lizzy shirt with a pair of leggings. It was about one o' clock in the morning, which meant that I had managed to sleep through the entire day, uninterrupted. Dj and Nikki were gone, James was still on the floor, and Nikki had left a note on my kitchen table.

James was too heavy to lift. Mick needed some help with his wife, and Brandi called and apologized anyway. Call me tomorrow morning. Working on another track already. -Nikki

Sighing, I knew I'd have to wake up James eventually. First, however, I took to cleaning up around him. Empty liquor bottles were lying around, a glass had fallen and broken. I was definitely still tired, and I knew that once I crashed I would sleep through the night again, but I would have rather had everything finished first. 

It didn't take long for me to finish what I was doing, so I took to waking James up next. "James?" I whispered, shaking him, "Wake up, James..." There was a groan, and a fair bit of stirring, but after a moment, James sat up, looking miserable. Surprisingly, there was no vomit, though; he had to have a fair bit of tolerance for that not to happen.

"Shit... I'm sorry for passing out on your floor, Stella. I, uh, kind of drank way too much."

A small laugh escaped my lips, and I shrugged it off. "Eh, it's fine, James. If it helps, I passed out next to you not too long after. I guess Nikki took me to my own room, though. Said you were too heavy to lift. He did, however, " James laughed shakily, and I got him some aspirin to compensate. "You okay driving home, though? You can crash here again if you need to."

Shaking his head, James sighed. "It's alright, Stel. I gotta clean up my place anyway, and feed Rocco; he's my cat." I chuckled a little and nodded. "I'll see you soon, though," he reminded me. "When Nikki gets into the songwriting..."

"He never stops till it's done," I finished. "It's all good, James. I'll see you soon, though. G'Night." And so, the singer left, leaving me to myself. I was too awake now to even bother going back to sleep, so I'd just have to entertain myself with something.

I put a tea kettle on the stove to heat up, and plopped myself down with the television, remote in hand. I spent a few minutes flicking through all the channels- news, sports, cartoons- until finally, I ended up on the local rock music channel. It was an interview for a newer band called Marilyn Manson and the Spooky Kids.

The mature part of me said to keep flicking through from the second I saw the name Marilyn Manson. I'd never actually heard any of his band's music, so I couldn't exactly judge him on that, but it was Trixie's husband, after all; the same Brian Warner that I'd met at that first party with Guns N' Roses. And I was just curious enough to pay attention.

First, they were talking about their songwriting, made mostly from poems that Marilyn had written in high school. Next, they discussed their names, pieced together from serial killers and celebrity bombshells. In any case, it was a lot of them discussing how they were influenced and how they genuinely had not one fuck to give about who didn't like it. They even played a clip of a demo they'd done, since they didn't have much content out yet.

I had to say, it definitely wasn't my favorite type of music, but at the same time, I loved it. They had a lyricism and an aura about them that was so unique and so fantastic in the messages they wanted to share with the world. And aesthetically. well, that was exactly Trixie's style. At the end of the interview, though, there was the address and admission price for their show here on October 15th; next week.