Kiss of Death- Dave Mustaine Fanfiction

The Good Days

When I'm at the pearly gates
This will be on my videotape, my videotape
Mephistopheles is just beneath
And he's reaching up to grab me
This is one for the good days
And I have it all here
In red, blue, green
Red, blue, green - Radiohead

Once the traffic subsided we returned back to our small apartment in Los Angeles. As we went up the stairs silence consumed the air. This was partially because of the sleepiness and weariness that consumed us along with the awkwardness of my stage performance that preceded this moment by just a mere few hours ago. We stumbled clumsily into our apartment and closed the door behind us and made our way towards the bedroom.

The lights from the lamp adjacent to us set the tiresome and dreary mood. The candles just a few mere feet from us filled the air with it's sweet fumes. We both crashed into the bed and began to shrug off our clothes in an attempt to alleviate some of the heat from the scorching Californian weather. Once we fused ourselves with our bed comforter you immediately enraptured me within your strong arms. My head was rested on your broad shoulder while your  chin was perched on top of my head. And we began to drift into a deep sleep enveloped in each others warmth.

As the sunlight came crashing in through the window next to our bed my eyes squinted trying to readjust to the brightness that invaded the room. I eased my way out of bed and slid into the kitchen that was just the next room over.
I began raiding the refrigerator in an attempt to find something to shamble together for breakfast. I wasn't the best cook to begin with, and that was putting it lightly. However, as I began to cook the few eggs that were left within the refrigerator I was thoroughly shocked as I felt a pair of strong arms come up from behind me and then began to plant small kisses on my neck.
I squealed in surprise as I was turned to face the perpetrator. You leaned down towards my small frame and planted a soft gentle kiss upon my chapped lips.
"What are you doing up, rockstar?" I jested lightly.
You smirked and continued to lead me away from the stove in a successful attempt to distract me.
"I could say the same for you. You just got finished with a show. You should be resting. What are you doing up?" You questioned.
"I'm trying to cook Dave." I huffed jokingly. "We both know you can't cook. I am doing you a favor." I laughed.
It was such a gentle and normal day. It reminded me of when we were younger back in La Mesa. It was just two kids fucking around back then. We didn't have to worry about taxes or jobs in order to by our necessities. That was all until the loud ringing of the landline broke our focus on each other, effectively breaking the illusion of freedom from adult responsibilities.
I groaned in dread not wanting to hear from the outside. 'It's probably our damned landlord.' I thought. But to my surprise it wasn't. It was my acting coach, and she sounded nothing but firm and unrelenting with me.
"Come down to the studio this instant, Augsburg. And don't look like how you usually do." She stated emotionlessly. I groaned in dread knowing I must've fucked up my performance last night. Why would she call me otherwise? I wasn't best actress. If anything my acting could be compared to a rock. Bland, hardened, and useless.
I slipped back into our bedroom ignoring your look of concern and quickly slipped on a pressed baby blue cardigan along with a grey blazer overtop to match. I slipped on some straight black jeans and some light blue flats to match. I walked out of the room a planted a kiss on your forehead stating I would be back later.
I got on the bus and had my head hung low in an attempt hide the growing fear and anxiety that plagued my thoughts ever since my acting coach called me. 'How badly did I mess up?' I pondered to myself. Was my performance really that bad that it warranted my teacher having to call me right when I woke up?
As I got off the bus arriving at my stop I approached the studio's door trying to regulate my frantic breathing. The closer I got to the studio the louder the voices got from inside. Were they mocking me? There was only one way to find out. I immediately grabbed onto the doorknob and twisted it and stomped my way in revealing myself to all around me.
However, to my surprise I was greeted with nothing but cheerful applauds. What the hell was going on?
Then my coach came up to me noticing the distress and worry lines evident on my face. "Augsburg, I was given a proposal for you the previous night, by a director." She still stated firmly, but had a faint smile present on her face when she confronted with the good news.
"Excuse me, what?" I questioned her still dumbfounded.
"You heard me, Augsburg. You have the chance to be in a real movie. He was impressed with your performance. Don't fuck it up now. You here me?" She told me firmly.
I nodded and took the card from out of her hand with the director's number and information on it. As I made my way towards the door she yelled towards me.
"Pamina!" , she shouted gaining my attention. "Good luck, you deserve it." I smiled softly back towards her, beaming knowing that not only do I now have the chance of a lifetime, but I also have garnered her respect.
As I went home I was confronted by Dave as I ran into him nearly knocking him over with his guitar case in hand. He spun me around within his arms questioning me on my newfound glee.
"I'm about to make it big!" I stated briefly with nothing but enthusiasm present in my voice.
This was when he revealed to me that he also now has a chance at getting his dream. Him and a bunch of other metalheads decided to come together to make a metal band.
"What is it called?" I pondered.
"Metallica." I told me enthusiastic as ever.
This was our chance. We weren't going to squander it. However, what I didn't know and would never e peer to happen that you would be one of the pioneers to one of the biggest genres ever and create on of the biggest metal bands ever. Who would've know that all of this came and started from a mere newspaper ad?
We're at the pearly gates and opportunity is reaching out to grab you and me. This was to be one of our good days. Who could've known that we had it all there?