My Rebel Angel (Editing)

White Snake

The Neon Bloods performed their song at a different bar. 

The lights dim as Mallory closed his eyes and sang a melancholic tune. 

"God, can you give 

Any empathy 

To this Fool's plea? 

I swear I'll give up my dignity

 my wealth 

My health

Everything I can and can't see

Can the pain just.. 

Fester faster? 

hurts lesser?

Hurts faster? 

Fester lesser? 

Everytime I think of you

It feels like my teeth

Is getting pulled out

Without anesthesia

Everytime I see 

your torn picture

My heart breaks

And scatter

Can the pain just.. 

Fester faster? 

hurts lesser?

Hurts faster? 

Fester lesser?"

Applauded and enthusiastic screaming filled the room while Mallory blown kisses to their audience. 

Hours later after their gig, his band packed up and a female teenager with skimpy attire walked up to Mallory, who sat on the stage stairs and checked on his makeup in his pocket mirror. 

He turned up to the girl, stood up and greeted her. 

"Hi! what do you want, sweetie?" Mallory asked amicably while dusting his jeans. 

"I just wanna ask, was the song's name Fool's Plea? I love that song."

Mallory pocketed his mirror and politely focused on the girl. "I'm glad you like the song."

The girl nodded then spoke. "I also just want to say that it's cool that you are covering The Porcelains."

Mallory's eyes narrowed and his lips curled down. They weren't covering a song. The song that they performed earlier was theirs, not from some other band. 

"Fuck you." he spat as he walked out of the bar, away from the confused girl. 

A few minutes later, he was smoking on Rez's car while staring at the night sky. David Bowie's song, 'Major Tom', was playing on the car radio. He was about to take a sip from his wine bottle when..