It was only a few short weeks later when the singer of Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids and the guitarist/bassist of Amboog-A-Lard happened upon each-other yet again; without any attempt for their paths to cross from either party.
It was at a concert this time. A concert that Stephen had convinced Brian to accompany him to.
Albeit, to this event, Brian had no real complaints about attending.
If a band was big enough to play a legitimate concert, Brian generally enjoyed them.
He enjoyed being one in a crowd of many.
Maybe due to the fact that there'd be people around that reminded him of himself, in some way or another. A pleasant relation.
However, it was much more likely that he enjoyed the crowd because there'd be people freakier than his gangly self and his twitchy friend; To stare at and, possibly, to get some inspiration from.
People with six piercings on each eyebrow or gothic women too fat to be walking around in tight leather skirts.
The chance of gawking or having a good laugh was too good to pass up.
Music was alright too.
Brian actually couldn't remember who he'd agreed to see, and once they'd arrived at the venue, he was too busy people-watching to try and glance at the name on the tickets.
He could care less as long as they didn't sound like shit.
He'd shoved his own ticket into his metal lunchbox, which was acting as his wallet for the day, and trailed after Stephen like a faithful, yet disinterested, puppy when the older man started trying to wander closer to the stage.
Brian didn't want to lose his ride again, or rather, wanted to make sure his ride wouldn't get shit-faced.
Despite spotting a couple overweight women in tight clothing, a man with a bright pink mohawk, and a girl with a great set of tits, Brian's shifty gaze drifted further and further from the crowd once the music had started.
He was attempting to get a feel for the band and the music, stroking at his freshly-shaven chin like a true intellectual as he eyed up each member.
His intense focus was probably the reason he didn't notice the familiar afro of curly hair just about twenty feet from where he stood.
And that mop of brown hair hadn't noticed Brian either- until halfway through the set, when the band broke off for a moment to guzzle water bottles and likely apply fifteen more layers of hairspray.
Brian was "socializing" with his companion when Jeordie noticed him, half-listening as Stephen explained the extensive and detailed past of the band's drummer.
Not bothering to tell any of the company he'd come with, Jeordie grinned and quickly began to weave through the crowd, scampering over to the familiar faces and not bothering to offer a greeting before he interrupted Stephen's dissertation and jabbed a finger against the side of Brian's KISS themed lunchbox.
Stephen looked uncertain as to who Jeordie was, despite calling him "competition" a couple weeks ago, and Brian, before recognizing the guitarist, looked ready to punch whoever had touched his belongings.
"I like your lunchbox!" Jeordie enthused in a friendly manner, speaking loudly to compensate for the buzz of the crowd.
"Uh... Thanks," Brian replied casually, lifting the object both so Jeordie could get a better look at it and so he could remember which one he'd bothered to grab for the evening.
"I, Uh- I'm a fan of KISS too.." Jeordie announced, only receiving an awkward nod from the tall blond.
"Oh yeah?" Brian asked in return, lackluster.
"Yeah, I've... I have a bunch of the..." Jeordie started aimlessly, just to trail off without continuing his thought. Then the young man had jarred, as if remembering something important.
"Oh! I, Uh- I know someone who has more of those." He declared, pointing yet again at the metal container.
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Don't Know What You See in My Negativity
Fanfiction(Maniggy) When Brian formed a new band "finding a best friend" wasn't on his list of priorities. But neither was "over-the-pants handjobs" or "platonic makeout sessions", so maybe he should consider Jeordie a blessing rather than a hindrance. Wha...
