Heartbreaker || 80's Imagines

Backstage || Jason Newsted

[Name] sighed, feeling a blister form her heel bone, and she quietly cursed to herself, adjusting her guitar strap. She should've worn thicker socks with her new Doc Martens, and now she'll be paying the price for a few days.

[Name] couldn't wait to crash at the hotel. Her bones ached, her skin was gross and sweaty, and her hair wasn't fairing much better. But despite that, the adrenaline was still pumping through her and she felt as if the world was right.

To the young guitarist, nothing beat performing live - not sex, not the drugs, or the alcohol. This was her life, and even if it frightened her how replaceable she was, she enjoyed it. They might be only the opening band for now, but she felt it in her bones, this band will get big—with or without her. Either way, it had been an honor to perform with all the bands here.

[Name] lets out a loud sigh, leaning against the wall. The guitar might as well been a hundred pounds.

"Are you okay?" A voice questions her, and she quickly turns her head.

'Ah, he's from Metallica," [Name] thinks to herself. His hair was untamed, wild, and curly, but [Name] decided she really liked it. He was fair skinned, his eyes were a pale shade of blue, and his lips were pinkish and thin.

[Name] decided she really liked him a lot, and mentally cursed fate for letting the cute guy (Jason, she recalls) see her this way.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" [Name] asks, feeling her mouth dry as cotton, and breathless.

"You've sigh five times in the last three minutes." Jason points out, a grin forming on his face. Jason was wearing a black Metallica shirt, with even tighter black jeans to match, and a pair of black chucks. He had his bass hanging from his shoulder, which lead [Name] to the conclusion that Metallica was playing very soon.

"Oh, I have? I didn't even notice." [Name] replies, feeling a bit flustered. She didn't want to embarrass herself longer and get caught staring.

"You stressed out or something?" Jason asked once more, and [Name] simply shrugged in reply.

"Something like that. I guess I was just overthinking, y'know? I feel like I'm walking on eggshells with my band sometimes." [Name] confessed, feeling the rush of performing slowly leave her being.

"Yeah, I totally understand what you mean. You played good tonight— I swear."  Jason rambles a bit, feeling a bit sheepish.

Although, it was enough for you to return the smile, "Thanks man. I'm sure you'll play pretty rad out there soon."

Jason's eyes widen for a split second, remembering he had to head to stage soon before James bitched him out, "Right. Thanks [Name]. Hey um, do you wanna hang out afterwards? Maybe hit a bar or something?"

[Name] nodded, still grinning from ear to ear, "Sure thing, I'll go shower and we'll headout when you're done."

"Great! Gotta go!" Jason exclaims, heading towards the stage in a fast pace. [Name] was sure if his bass wasn't strapped around him, he'd be running or skipping.

Once Jason leaves her sight, a thought occurs to [Name], "I never gave him my name."

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lmao I guess I write about rockstars now, so send in requests. also, sorry if jason is like 100% ooc, but I tried ok.