CLEVELAND, OHIO, 1978
Holding a delicate glass filled with a blood-colored wine and a book, a middle aged woman goes downstairs to her living room. There was no one in the house except for the lady who was looking to get some rest after a long day. No sound was heard apart from the humming of a folk tune that the adult was creating.
She arrived in the lounge and took a sip of her beverage before setting it down carefully on the thick book. She walked over to the wooden crate that held several of her favourite vinyls. Her hands flicked through dozens of soundtracks, singers, and tunes such as The King and I, Doctor Zhivago, Barry Manilow, and The Sounds of Nature. She continued on searching for the most appropriate one to fit her relaxed mood. Finally, she stopped at the record of an American duo called, "The Carpenters".
Still murmuring the chorus, the woman lay the large object on the record player and set it so that it would begin.
"Together, together," She sung, lifting her alcoholic drink off the novel.
The lady sat down on the brown chair and with a flip of a handle on the side, she fell backwards, her whole body resting on the furniture. She sighed twice out of pure relaxation as the needle of the machine started scraping the vinyl.
She turned to the page that she had bookmarked before of The Grass Is Always Greener over the Septic Tank by Erma Bombeck and brought the red liquid's encasing to her lips. She gulped it down, savouring the flavor and started to read the first paragraph. The first word she got to scan was, "My," before being abruptly interrupted by a song that wasn't by The Carpenters.
The woman's wine glass was to her mouth when the beginning of a heavy metal song plays. The maroon intoxicant splashes all over her face and white button up t-shirt, the action done out of surprise. She trembles at the horrendous noise and drops the wine glass, shoving fingers into her ears to block out the repeating guitar riff.
"No! What is that?!" She cries, pushing herself off the seat to try and get rid of the abhorrent music.
She goes to work on turning the knob and lowering the volume, but instead of turning, she accidentally pulls it off the box. A worried expression appears on her face as she realizes what she had done. She drops the object and starts hitting the system with her fist, not having a clue of what she's doing. The lady crouches down and goes in between the narrow space next to the structure. Turning sideways, she uses her right arm to try and reach the electrical outlet that was behind the body of wood.
"Shut up!" The woman whines, uttering those words over and over.
Seeing that she cannot reach it, the frustrated mother rattles the whole bookshelf repeatedly against the wall, objects falling occasionally from impact. After a few minutes of loud screaming and banging, the needle finally lifts off the vinyl, ceasing anymore racket. The cover comes up, and the lady begins to inspect it.
She gasps in horror as the vinyl turns out to be a KISS album, titled, Casablanca.
"KISS! The devil's music," She whispers, clutching the item in her hands tightly.
The mother was angry and she knew exactly who replaced her music.
Author's Note || YESH THIS MAY BE BORING AND SHORT BUT ITS KIND OF MANDATORY SO YEAH
CAN YOU GUESS WHO SHE IS?? :D AND WHO REPLACED HER VINYL??
DU LIEST GERADE
Detroit Rock City // 5sos
FanfictionThere was the drummer with a highly religious mother, the guitarist that had a crave for drugs and pizza, the bassist that was 50% sass and 50% ass and the lead singer, who had stage fright.
