Coreys POV
It was like any other show. You were moving about singing your heart out. It always warmed your heart when the crowd was able to sing along to all of your songs. You were moving about on the stage when suddenly during the chorus of Nero Forte something was thrown on stage. You walked over to it and saw it was a straw hat. You grinned a little and then decided to put it on your head. Of course when you put it on the crowd went wild and you bet at least ten people were taking a picture. You finished Nero Forte and the crowd was still going wild. You grinned and a thought suddenly crossed your mind. That thought was: being a small farmer. You thought about the sheep dogs you would have to herd your sheep, and the cows you'd have to tend to. You thought about tending to your little crops as you wipe the sweat off your forehead from all the hard work you've been doing since the asscrack of dawn.
"Hey Corey." A voice suddenly broke you out of your daydream.
It was Jim staring at you confused.
"Are you gonna start the next song or what?" Jim asked.
"Yeah." Your replied slightly embarrassed.
Nobody could see you blush under your face makeup.
"ARE YOU READY FOR THE NEXT SONG FUCKERS?" You shouted.
The crowd screamed so loud in reply you laughed a little.
"Alright let's get this going." You said.
Farmer Corey.
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Short Stories for Slipknot (totally legit)
FanfictionA wonderful collection of short stories featuring: the members of Slipknot! I know Joey and Chris aren't in the band anymore but they'll still be included. I AM TAKING SUGGESTIONS! [on break until further notice!]
