Sweet Dreams (Marilyn Manson Love Fanfic)

Chapter 14

Raven's POV

"Hold still!" I say to Ginger.

"Sorry. " he mumbles. I softly press the white powder on his face. I paste an even layer of it on his face making him look flawless.

"Okay, now just black eyeshadow." I tell myself and pick up a palette I have full of creepy colors. I pick up a small brush and apply heavy amount of the eyeshadow. "There. Paper white with black eyeshadow. " he sighs.

"Finally!"

"It took like six minutes to put on your makeup. " I defend. Marilyn turns me around and kisses me deeply. He pulls away.

"Alright, see you afterwards. " he says.

"Wait. " I grab his wrist and drag him to me then kiss him once more. He smirks and walks away. Twiggy grabs me by the arm. He stuffs his tongue down my throat. "Ew! Off of me!" I yell. He giggles and skips away with the rest of them. I sit down on a chair. Another show finished. I smile, I'm getting better at this, at least I think so. I decided to mix it up, except their signature look. I would change the colors or maybe the way I put the eyeliner on their face. I hear Marilyn's singing, the audience are screaming so much. This room isn't really as quieter as the others. You would hear it faintly but in this room it's like you are actually there. I convince myself to get up and watch the show. I look down at what I'm wearing, eh it'll work. I apply my makeup once more and walk out.

"Going to watch, I didn't lock the door." I say to a bodyguard down the hall. He nods and I walk out. I squeeze my way through the crowd to the front.

"Who said God was ever clean!?" Marilyn screams and points to the audience. Madonna head bangs as he press the keys on the keyboard. They all look so lively. I always love concerts. I jump in sync with the crowd. I start to scream the lyrics along with Marilyn. Twiggy comes down the stage and sits. He dangles his legs and bodyguards push the people who try to crawl over the barriers. Marilyn jumps down to the body guards and screams lyrics in their face. They each keep a straight face as they continue their job. Fans go completely crazy as Marilyn gets closer to the crowd. They finish the song and Marilyn throws the mic at the audience. They all scramble for the mic. He spits at them and climbs back up on stage. I get closer to the barrier and smile at them. Zim sees me and waves.

"He waved at me!!" A girl squeals next to me. They prepare for the next song. A person runs and puts another mic for Marilyn. He runs back. Marilyn begins to rub his crotch on the mic stand. He grabs the mic and screams. Madonna scrambles to get the theremin for the next song.

"Motherfucker!" He yells. They start to play 'Dope Hat'. I scream with the crowd. For a second a forget about everything. That I even know them, like the whole world didnt exist. People would call it a feeling of bliss, it might not seem like the most peaceful place but I feel at home. Jumping up and down, getting pushed side to side like an ocean current is more fun than when it's put out on words. It's very sweaty, yes, but I feel as if today's the final day of the world's existence. I think that's the beauty of their music, it lets anger out, also the beauty of going to a concert. You feel as if everyone is your family. They take care of you, if you fall they'll try and help you up. My mother never understood why I love "moshing" or just going to a concert in general.

They go to a closing to the concert.

"Thank you motherfuckers!" Marilyn screams out. The crowd goes crazy once more. They walk off of stage. I make my way backstage. I show my badge to a bodyguard to get entrance. He nods and I run to the dressing room.

"Great job guys!" I yell as I enter. Marilyn comes to me and kisses me. "You're sweaty!" I say and laugh.

"So are you. " He says and kisses me again. "You went to see the show?" I nod and he smiles.