Halllllo! Firstly... Thanks SOOOO much for all the love on The Red Eyed Monster and i'm soooo sorry the story's going nowhere right now i'm just planning what's next but the next chapter will be longer and have possible smut OwO anyway onto this story
If you are new to reading fanfics just a few simple things :
(Y/N) = Your Name
(Y/N/N) =Your Nickname
(L/N) = Last Name
(B/N) = Band Name (if you don't have a band make one up :3)
(F/N1) = Friend Name 1
(F/N2) = Friend Name 2
(F/N3) = Friend Name 3
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Performing On stage was just a huge rush of adrenaline. It was addictive. The ray of lights flashing in your eyes, the booming sound of the bass beating from the amps behind you. You just lose yourself in the music you produce. It sounds a bit like i'm at some sort of big stage concert that sells tickets for 100 dollars, performing at stoick stadiums. But no. I was in a local band, (B/N). I saw posters saying they needed a bassist in their band. At the time I had been playing bass for 2 years. This gig we had was just in a local bar.
"This is Smoke On The Water by Deep Purple," (F/N1) called, before (F/N2) started strumming on his guitar. I waited to for my beat. Although thoughts of messing up went through my head I still took in the crowd. Nobody was paying attention. They were all hunched over their wooden tables, crouched over in their booths. I started plucking at the strings in a kicking motion with my fingers, tapping my foot to the slow beat. It was quite an easy bassline so i went into autopilot mode when I saw the door open a crack. Continuing to reveal a strange looking man. He had jet black hair on his head that flopped over his forehead. He had a gloomy look on his face. Eyes bagged, stubbly chin. He was sluggish in the way he walked. He stumbled over to a spare booth by himself. He slouched over the table, resting his elbows on the table. supporting his chin with a single filthy hand. The bassline changed and i was late on the change, making the man's eyes dart into contact with mine. I corrected myself and carried on playing. Quickly looking away shyly from the man. I could still feel the guy looking at me still. It came to the chorus and I nailed it. I somewhat found myself trying to impress the guy. He wasn't attractive at all but he just made it seem like we were the only two people in the room. It made me feel there?... present? I just don't know how to explain it. Smoke on the water was our first song we did and it was our grand finale as it was our most perfected song. We all evacuated the stage and started packing our instruments away in the small section the bar included for the performers.
"Good job, sounded good!" (F/N1) said, with a grin on their face. We all said goodbye and eventually the rest of the band left. I owned all the equipment as in the amp I liked to use and my leads for the band and myself. I zipped up my bag and spun around. I jumped in surprise when i laid eyes on the man that stood in front of me.
"Hi." I commented with a awkward smile spread across my face. Desperately wanting him to move out the doorway. He had his shoulder rested against the rim of the doorway. I grabbed my bags and flashed another smile.
"scuse' me." I said. Hinting for him to move. Instead of moving he outstretched his arm and leant against the wall.
"Murdoc Niccals." he said with a smug grin on his face. I put down my bags and had a hand ready to grab my knife i had on my belt. Drunk men in england sometimes were problems late at night, especially when I needed to go home on foot as I don't have a car.
"Please. I wanna get back." i replied.
"Yes yes... if. You will go out with me right now eh?" he grinned. I scowled. He had some nerve.
"No sorry. Bye." I replied sternly, grabbing my bags and barging past him. I swiftly strode out the door and down the street. Something about me wanted to turn back and accept his offer. He was somewhat hypnotizing. Plus he wreaked of overused axe cologne and other unmentionable things. Brushing off the man I continued back to my block of apartments. I was on the 5th floor, room 56. I lugged my bags up the 5 flights of stairs and opened my door, bursting in. I laid my bass down and threw my bags over on the corner and was too tired to even make it to my bed. I collapsed on the sofa i had sitting in the corner of the room. That night the guy.. Well.. Murdoc kept on appearing in my dreams. He stuck in your head and didn't get out.
I was regretting blowing him off and I do hope to see him again.
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Madman (Reader x Murdoc Niccals)
Fanfiction**SMUT INCLUDED** (Y/n) was just a bassist in a local band. when she meets Murdoc Niccals at a performance late one night she can't get him out her head. She finally manages to find him again and they really get along well... thats a way to put it.
