𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗

A/N: This is the final part, everyone! Thank you all for reading. I plan to write more in the future but I might take a break from it for now.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

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August 1987, Monsters of Rock tour
Metallica had been on tour for a couple of days on the Monsters of Rock tour with various bands such as Anthrax, Bon Jovi, W.A.S.P, Deep Purple, and Cinderella.

Veruca had tagged along for moral support because James was nervous about them playing a festival. He knew that they would have a good time but the number of people scared him. With the success of Ride the Lightning and Master of Puppets the fans were coming in in droves now.

As the band was getting ready backstage, James's nerves were getting to him. He had already thrown up once and was attempting not to do it again.

Veruca was by his side, soothing him in any way she could. He was currently hunched over, sitting on a bench while Anthrax could be heard in the background. The roar of the crowd was almost deafening. Kirk walked over, towel in hand. "Here, dude. You look like you could use this." James simply grumbled and flipped him off.

Veruca sat next to him and put an arm around him. He let out a large burp. "Do you need anything?" Jason inquired as he pushed his hair out of his eyes.

"Fuck off, new kid," James grumbled. Lars walked past them and scoffed. "Someone's got his panties in a twist." Veruca sighed and stood up.

"It's going to be okay, Jamie. You know how different you feel once you're up there. Just say 'fuck it' and go for it."

James finally gets up and rolls his shoulders. "Okay, I'm good now. Let's go fuck the audience in the face." He smirks as he presses a chaste kiss to her forehead.

The roar of the audience got louder and louder as the band neared the stage. They walked on and were immediately met with cheers. They started off into "Creeping Death" just as Ennio Morricone's "The Ecstasy of Gold" finished off its final notes.

Their heads thrashed in time with each other as their hands strummed faster and faster. It was always a sight to see when they played together.

Veruca watched them from the backstage area. She smiled to herself knowing that they could become Metal gods one day.

Halfway through the setlist, James walked up towards the microphone to greet the crowd. "Helloooo everyone! How ya doin' today? We're Metallica, I'm James, this fucker is Kirk." He said as he motioned towards Kirk.

"That's Lars and this is Newkid- I mean Jason." He chuckles as he pats Jason on the back. "I got up here because I'd like to introduce you guys to someone special." At this point, he's dragging Veruca onto the stage. "Say 'hi' Ruca."

She giggles as she says a quick greeting to the thousands of fans. "This is my girlfriend, Veruca, she's been with me through all of the crazy shit." He starts out, his palms are sweaty by this point. "I hope that she loves me enough to stay with me through even more shit because..." he trails off as Kirk tosses him a small velvet box. James caught it and started grinning as he got down on one knee.

Tears welled up in Veruca's eyes as she cupped her hands over her mouth. "Holy shit, are you serious?" She gasped. He nodded and brought the microphone back to his mouth.

Fans in the crowd were muttering to themselves as they watched. "Veruca Elizabeth Jones, will you marry me?" He pops the box open to reveal a tear shaped sapphire set in the middle of a silver band. "Yes!" She shouts as she pulls him up before engulfing him in a hug as he slides the ring on her finger.

Whoops and hollers were heard throughout the crowd as the pair kissed. The band finished off the show with a bang, as usual. Veruca and James were happily married a year later.

She stuck with him through all of the hard shit. Who knew that a flurry of spikes and purple hair would make James Hetfield weak at the knees?