Putting holes in happiness

Danzig

So, we are in Alyssa's camero on our way to meet THE Glenn Danzig. Lexa instructs Alyssa to pull into a driveway blocked off by an iron gate.

"Just let me do this," Lexa says, getting out of the car. She pushes a button and her and the box have a 30-second conversation. Then, the gates swing open, and she gets back into the car. We drive up a long, winding driveway like Manson's, until we reach an equally eery house. There's a bulky figure waiting out front for us. He is hidden in shadows, but a gust of wind blows over him, and his long hair sways in the wind. We step up to the porch where he stands, and he steps out of the dark and into the light with a smirk.

"Hey, Lexa." He says, casually.

"Hey, Glenn," Lexa answers, "let me introduce you to everyone. These are Noel and Alyssa," she points to Noel and Alyssa, staring in amazement, "And, this is the girl of the hour, Leonore!" Glenn shakes all of our hands, and then leads us into his house. I immediately notice all the books and vinyl. Most of the books have to do with religious philosophy. We sit down on leather couches and Lexa and Glenn chat while I try to stop myself from dozing off, and while Noel and Alyssa and try to stop themselves from freaking out. Aside from Manson and Lexa, this is their first major celebrity they've met.

I join in the chat, we talk about various things, and we all lose track of the time. At around dawn, Noel and Alyssa tug on my sleeve and ask me if it's alright if they just left. Lexa and Glenn are still talking, and they figure that by the looks of it she won't have any problems convincing him to give her a ride home. Lexa looks over, and waves them away.

"Go on, I know it's very late...or early depending on how you see things." she says. I grab my black and white striped jacket and purse and go to follow them. But, Lexa and Glenn stop me.

"You stay," Glenn says sternly, "I have yet to see this tattoo and here about your life plans." I smile.

"Do you really want to hear about my life plans?" I ask. I turn and hug Noel and Alyssa, then they scamper off. He waits until they're out of sight, then he nods.

"You're my guest, and I've heard so much about you. Now that I've got you here, it's going to be hard for you to leave." he winks.

"Alright," I sigh for dramatic affect (we are all a little slap-happy),"I don't have any." Glenn shakes his head and walks to the kitchen. He comes back with a magazine. It's a Suicide Girls magazine.

"Lexa tells me that she thinks you're the perfect candidate for this," he says,"I agree with her." I blush, *Oh my God Glenn Danzig just complimented me!* I turn my head away to hide my blushed cheeks, my complection is so pale that people notice when I'm blushing. He sees me. He is quite short, but he is still taller than me. He pulls me into a hug, "don't be embarrassed that's so cute." Lexa smiles, taking in the scene. Then, I yawn, and Glenn backs off for a while. We sit back on the couches. Lexa and Glenn talk about the tour in 1995 with Marilyn Manson, when he first took her on tour, and when they first met Manson. As they reminesce, I flip through the magazine, to see what is expected of me. All the girls are so beautiful. I notice that some of them don't have as many tattoos or piercings as others, but they're still equally stunning. And, then there are the ones with lots of piercings. The mainstream makes piercings and tattoos out to be ugly, but in reality they are not. They look so beautiful and different on these girls.

I just about pass out on the couch at around 7 ish, and Glenn and Lexa look up from their conversation to see me with my eyes half closed.

"So, let me see this tat." Glenn says. I open my eyes. I pull up my shirt and show him my initials on the lower part of my stomach between my belly button and my crotch. I pull the paper off a little bit so that he can see the design.

"That's very nice," he says, "how bad did it hurt?"

"Terribly" I answer.

He laughs, "are you going to get anymore?"

"Yes." I say bluntly. We talk about tattoos for another hour. And, Glenn takes out a sketchbook and designs some things for us. He designs a fish design for me, because I really want a beta fish design of some sort, I just didn't know exactly what I was going to do. Finally, they set me free, and I am led to a bedroom where I can sleep in peace. Glenn shuts the door behind him and I doze off into a deep, dreamless coma.

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I wake up to Manson stroking my hair. He has a stern look on his face, and I feel like I'm a kid again, and that I'm about to be scolded for disobeying him.

"I've been worried sick," he says, "and to top it all off I find you in Glenn Danzig's bed. Tsk tsk, young lady."

"Oh Manson, I'm so sorry!" I say, expecting him to yell at me some more. He shushes me instead, and lifts me up out of the bed bridal style.

"Let's just get you back home, pet." he carries me to the limo. Arvin is in the driver's seat, so we sit in the back and I doze on his shoulder. I am so tired.

At home, he lets me sleep. But, he puts me in my old room instead of his bedroom. I am sick with worry about that, so I immediately bolt up and follow him out of the room.

"Why did you put me in there and not in the bedroom?" I ask. Manson turns around, and he has a pained look on his face.

"I was going to wait until you were well-rested to talk about this," he says, "but-"

"But what?!" I demand, "Manson what is going on?" He sighs.

"Leonore, remember how I told you that we weren't going to do the video for "Heart-shaped Glasses"? I lied." He leads me to the study, and I watch in horror as him and Evan make love for a good 6 minutes on the TV screen.

"I think it would be best if we remain only friends." he says, turning the video off. I feel tears gathering in my eyes. I command them to dry up and die, and they do. I turn to him angrily.

"Once again, you fall for a whore." I say. Then, I stomp off to my room, and lock the door so that he can't follow me in. I don't want to see him at all.