Riot Girl

Fracture

April 27th 1995

Tom's P.O.V

My heart was pounding as we waited at the side of the stage.  We'd been a band for 3 years but when we played I still got butterflies in my stomach. I looked at the support band currently playing on the stage.  And I felt my butterflies increase ten fold as I watched her play. Molly Hastings. She was fucking perfect. 

I watched her move around the stage. She had so much violent energy but there was a grace about her too. She was a punk and she played guitar and she played it hard. So hard that she often snapped the strings. I'd let her borrow my spares once. But no matter what she kept kept playing. Nothing ever got in her way. When she played it was like she was possessed by the most beautiful demon.

She was a sick guitarist. Way better than me. She could really shred and she had the gnarliest neon yellow fender strat with custom pick ups. Her guitar was covered in stickers like mine. We had a lot of the same ones actually. It was mostly bands we both liked or had toured with.

And what made her even more perfect was the fact she was beautiful too. I watched her tousled bob ruffle as she jumped around. It was currently a brilliant  shade of neon orange but when I'd first met her about a year ago her hair had been green, then pink, blue, purple, back to green and would probably be another colour next time I saw her. Her eyes...Her eyes though were the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. They were green. The most beautiful shade of light green constantly rimmed with black kohl. Her skin was like smooth porcelain. Her lips were full and always cherry stained in slightly smudged lipstick. She always had sick threads too. Tonight she was wearing a ripped fugazi shirt and a denim skirt with ripped tights underneath. Her cherry Docs were scuffed and splattered in black paint or possibly nail polish. She wasn't even trying hard to be beautiful like most other girls. She just was.

I shivered as she closed her eyes and her voice rang out. Goosebumps popped on my skin. She had an amazing voice. It was haunting, delicate but brutal and raspy too. She could really sing and I mean really sing not like the way I did it. And her songs were all so well written. I wish I could tell her all of this to her face but there was one tiny problem. She absolutely hated my guts. And I didn't blame her. She was better than me in every single way. Paperclip were a better band than blink...But we always took top billing and I could never figure out why.

"Hey DeLonge you're wasting your time she doesn't put out!"

I frowned as I turned to the brash voice behind me. I recognised him from one of the earlier support bands. 

This guy seemed like a total dick to be honest.

"Uh...cool? But I'm listening because she's really good." I replied honestly with a shrug.

I was. Yeah she was beautiful but mostly I was watching and listening to her because she was really fucking good.

He laughed and came towards me and raised his hand up for me to high five.

"Good one."

I frowned and just stared the guy out leaving his hand hanging in mid-air. What the fuck was this dude's problem?

"She's really hot though. Too bad she's a lesbian huh? What a waste." He said with a sigh and shake of his head.

My eyes widened. I had no idea she was a lesbian. I mean it was none of my business after all.

"Yeah?" I asked.

He laughed.

"Well yeah. It's obvious. I mean look at her and her fucking little pathetic riot girl band. All those riot girls are all fucking lesbians."