No Remorse ( James Hetfield )

Boring

I rushed down to the shower. I dont know what it was, but my stomach kept giving me butterflies. Lars really wanted this to happen, but what about what the guys and I want. Cliff keeps to himself a lot, so he wouldnt really care for groupies. Kirk talks to everyone most of the time, and he talks with Lars too much. For me, I guess I dont mind meeting new people. Its weird when your friend wants to get laid 24/7.

I made my way to kitchen for breakfast. Cliff sat alone eating two Eggo waffles with no syrup, ew gross. I took a seat next to him, he didnt expect me to sit near him, so he backed up a little.

"Whats up Cliff? Excited for tonight?" I joked
"I dont know dude. I just want it to be quiet around here for once, ya know?" Cliff replied
"Sorry man. You know Lars though."
"Yup.."

I made my way to the small kitchen, where lars was making his breakfast. He looked at me, then smiled. Ew dude....

"Hey James. You ok man?" Lars asked
"Yeah I'm good bro. Just kinda tired and stuff."
"Ok uh well get some breakfast. We got a long day ahead of us."

He was right, we do have a long day again. We have a show at a local bar, then another show at a club and the groupies are coming over to see us. Sometimes I hate being in a band. The fame is cool and all, and I dont mind the girls, but it gets annoying. Before the band started, I was a normal kid with a normal life and family. Then my mother died, and my life was fliped upside down.

We arrived at the local bar, and to my surprise, at least 60 people were there already. I made my way to the bar, pained for a Miller light, and chugged that shit down. People came up to me, asking me to sign there Metallica gear. Its cool to be really famous, all the people who admire you as a person and role model. But I'm not the person who they should base themselfs after.

After our two shows were finished, all I wanted to do was to die in my bed. Today, like almost every other day, killed me.

Lars picked up the groupies, all 4 of them. He said that we could get 1 each, and Lars said he called dibs on the hottest one. I didnt care who id get, I wanted to sleep so fucking bad. We all entered pur shity apartment and I threw myself onto the couch, taking up most of it with my wore out body. Kirk already was having a makeout session with one of the groupies "Carra". She was pretty for a groupie, most groupies are ugly as hell in my opinion. Lars' face was basically inside the other groupie "Brenda". She to was pretty. Cliff and I were the only ones without a groupie fucking our faces to death. Cliff and I are very close. I tell him shot id never tell to Lars or Kirk, cause they would fucking tell others.

"Hey James. I'm hitting the sack. See ya tomorrow." Cliff said
"Oh dont worry bout me man. I'm already there...."