Only Average (EDITING)

Chapter nine

Luke's P.O.V

We walk into the venue that me and my band is playing at tonight. I like this place, I might just have to buy it from the owner. It's dark and looks like you could have an orgy in here without anyone noticing or even caring for that matter. The stage is in the back hidden by curtains. It's huge too , which I like. There are drugs everywhere and there are four bars in here. There are two stories, the top floor looks over everything and is a cool place to watch the band and do whatever you want to do. This is my kind of place. It's already packed in here and only one band has played so far. They sound like they are all really fucked up, but in a good pay. They pull it off really well. This building has been around since the early 1900's and the owners did a really good job at keeping that look.

We get behind stage, we are playing last tonight which is what I love. The crowd is a lot more rowdy at the end. Back stage is fucking awesome! We have our own dressing room and it's huge. It's bigger then most of the hotel rooms we have stayed in before. There are four huge couches in here. One wall is all mirrors. The ceiling is black and the walls are a dingy looking red. I would love to live here. There's a kitchen stocked fully with booze, so I take advantage of that. Jake heads straight for the bong that is in here and starts packing it, he sprinkles crushed up roxy's on it. And lights up .They offer it to me, why the hell not. This place makes you want to do it. I inhale and it's awesome. For some reason my paranoia does'nt come. "Dude, why am I not getting paranoid?" I ask Mike, who is next up to hitting it. "Bro it's the roxy, it takes that shit away and replaces it with just the high." He says matter of factly. Well alright then, I can dig it.

I take a few more hits then go to the fridge to get a Guinness. I'm feeling so good right now. I feel like Kid Cudi, before he got sober. The stage guy comes in and says we will be on in ten. Damn, how long have we been here? I think to myself. Fuck it, let's do this so I can get fubared. We get on stage and get set up, and some dude announces or band name. "Here is what you have all been waiting for! Are you ready to be mind fucked?" He screams at the crowd. And they all cheer loudly. "Here is Only Average!" He finishes.

The crowd goes crazy and the the curtains come up. The lights hit us and Jake starts up on the drums and we play our set list. Moshing and people jumping from the stage go until we have one song left even though the staff keep telling them to stop. I yell into the mic "Alright you motherfucker's! It's time for the circle of death! You should know what to do!" I scream as we start our last song. Almost everyone in the crowd are circling and hitting and punching everyone. This is my favorite part of all of our shows.

When the music stops everyone starts cheering and asking for an encore. I'm just ready to get fucked up by this point. With sweat dripping from me and my breathing is still heavy I say into the microphone "You don't get an encore..." Everyone starts booing. "But you get to stay and party with the band all night!" I continued. This seemed to please them enough. "Around of drinks on me for the entire place!" I say as I leave to go back stage. They love me. After I dry off my face and body with one of the towels in the dressing room, I walk to the bar and order a shot of jack for everyone that seems to want one. I love being rich, I can buy whatever the fuck I want and not have to give a shit.

 I spot Serena the girl from McDonald's yesterday and walk over to her with a shot of jack in both hands. "Hey sexy, want to drink this shot so I'm not drinking alone?" I ask her in a seductive voice. "Sure" she says with a smile. We sit at this table in the back and flirted with each other and she let me feel her up, this will be awesome. She pulls apple pie moonshine out of her purse and hands it to me. I had no idea that you could get this shit in LA. "Where did you get this?" I say surprised. "I'm from south Georgia. My family makes it. I had my dad send me a few bottles of it last week." She said with satisfaction. Well okay then. Instead of answering her I downed at least six shots worth. Shit this is good, I haven't had moonshine since my friend Tim left LA. His family used to make this shit too. Man do I love the south.

After we hook up in the bathroom we exit and I order another drink. I tell her I'll come back in a second and to watch my drink. I need to go check on my guys. I find them and they tell me they are cool, so I head back to the table in the back. She smiles at me an evil smile and I just think that she's trying to seduce me. I take a sip of my drink and it tastes a little off, but i don't think anything of it. She suggests that we have a chugging contest and I never turn those down. So we do, then I start to feel weird. Kind of heavy, she takes my hand and takes me to a cab outside. I start to spin and shit it does'nt feel normal. I'm defiantly not a light weight. We get into the cab, well I stumble into it and then I black out...

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Sorry for the cliff hanger :( but at least I suprised you with another chapter. And a long one at that. :)

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