Twiggy n' Stuff.

Chapter One; The Hand's Of Small Children.

-Reverened M. Manson-

"Don't ask me if I want more coke, because you know that I do." With bubbley eye's I starred down Twiggy as he adjusted the straps on the inside of his Blond wig. "I'm going to do more coke now." He muttered, putting the curly wig on. He grabbed our Teddy Bear, with kept bag's of Coke and Pills inside the semi-stuffed bear. Once Twiggy started cutting lines, I had to join in. "I knew it." He choked back laughing at me, I made an embaressed face. "Don't be shy, Bri'." Twiggy said, pitching my cheek. "Don't call be Bri." I said, grabbing a wadded up dollar from my back pocket. "Why not? Nobody is around." Twiggy stated, as I straightend out the dollar bill on the edge of the table. I rolled up the bill, having to re-roll it twice because I was already high on cocaine and couldn't keep it together. "I don't know, Twig's it's just my real name and it make me uncomfortable." I mumbled, stick the rolled dollar up my nose. I leaned over on the small table and sucked up three line's of the white powder. I sniffed the goodness up, looking up at Twiggy who was leaned back in his chair grinning at me with a 100 dollar bill in his nose. He chuckled loudly, I smiled at Twiggy, I begun to laugh at his stupidity. I heard heavy footsteps outside the door, followed by loud laughter, Pogo marched into our green room with Daisy and Ginger.

"Hey." Daisy said, tilting his head up while he crossed his long monkey arms. Pogo grabbed the Teddy bear from the table and reached inside of it, he looked angry. "You and shithead took all the drugs!" He exclaimed, shouting at us. I stood up, straightening out my black KISS shirt that I normally wore as pajama's. "Well, we can explain. Twiggy explain." I said pointing over at Twiggy who was completely dull. Twiggy smiled and pulled out his mini cassette player. "Oh, Pogo! Don't be mean, Oh, Pogo don't be angry." Twiggy sang aloud, making us all make a confused face at him. Twiggy stood from his chair and begun dancing aroud the room. "I don't understand." I heard a mumbled from behind me, it was Ginger Fish. "Yeah, I don't either." Daisy repiled to him. I looked over my shoulder at the both of them. "Pogo, I never meant to take your drugs!" Twiggy sang, Pogo just looked angry, but he clearly didn't care and would rather not be dealing with a high sing a long Twiggy. Daisy started seeing what alcohol was left on the table. Ginger just stood there, silent and motionless. I watched as Twiggy danced around the room, it was sort of amusing.

-Daisy Berkowitz- Concert ending.

Unlike the rest of the band, I went outside to meet our fan's. Everyone else was inside our greenroom getting high again but that wasn't really my thing. I pulled a cigarette from my pack, lighting it as I walked outside the bar/veneu combination. "Hi." I smiled, walking towards the group of people waiting outside. I began signing their items and body parts, "What are you doing later on?" A girl asked me, "I don't know yet." I smiled, trying to be nice. "I think you know now." I looked aroud at everyone. If I was going to have sex with this woman she was going to have to give me a minute. "I'm Angel." She interduced herself. "I'm Daisy Berkowitz." I stated, shaking her hand. "I know." She muttered, I turned back to the fan's. I saw two figure's trying to get through the crowd, "Hey, let everybody through, please." I stated, trying to bring the people I hadn't met yet up to the front. I looked down and saw two young girls, oh- they were beautiful. "Hi." I said, shyly. They both grinned, one girl was clearly older than the other. They held each others hand's tighter than I'd ever seen before, like they didn't want to loose each other. "Hello." The taller girl said, they were both shy. I completely forgot there was other people wanting autographs and photo's. "I'm Scott." I said, reaching out my hand. I never say my actual name while meeting fan's. They were both smiling, and on the verge of tears. I was blushing as they took turn's shaking my hand. "I'm Nevada." The shorter, dark haired girl spoke. She was clearly older than the Blonde girl. "And, you are?" I said, to the taller girl. "I'm Dean." She said as a few tears escaped her eyes. "Don't cry, honey." I said, pulling the hair that was falling in her face behind her ear. "I'm just really excited, you're my hero." Dean said, covering her mouth. They're hand's were still gripped together. "Why don't you guy's go over there with my security guard. I want to talk to you both later." I said, pointing back behind me were my security guard was. "Okay." Nevada said, leading Dean past me.