Tainted Love (A Marilyn Manson Love Story)

First Gig (Marilyn's POV)

You all have been so patient. Thanks. Here is the update some of you have been waiting for for over 7 months. I'm a little rusty, but I gave it my all. Be sure to comment.

        It was exhilarating. The room was small, but packed. The air was hot and heavy and smelled of pot and sweat. It was dark, but the lights on the makeshift stage I stood on made out the crowd to be jumping and headbanging. I sang my song as though it was routine, and apparently I wasn't that bad, or maybe me crowd was too high to notice. Whichever it was, I loved it. I could see it now. "Marilyn Manson and the Spooky Kids world tour". I can't wait. 

        Maybe the best part of all the chaos was seeing April alive and jumping along with the drums and nodding her head to the drunken slur of the guitar solos. She ended up getting no surgery for her nose, me being the one who had to pop it back into place. Her nose was still covered in a bandage, but she's been saying its feeling a lot better. I haven't heard much about that Trenton guys lately. Maybe he decided to finally give up. I sure hope so.  

        My heart pounding, I screeched the last of my lyrics and threw my hands above my head, throwing the microphone somewhere into oblivion. I took a sip of water, just to realize it was vodka that burned my throat and spit it at the crowd. At first I thought bad for it, but they seemed to love it. My set ended and I basically fell of the stage. My heart was pounding. It was like I could do or say anything. I made my way threw the crowd, receiving a few "Manson, man you rock." and "You're gonna be a fucking rock star man, mark my words." I pushed open the door and felt the cool December night on my skin. I trudged through snow, finally I had mastered my shoes. I didn't trip once. 

        I followed the brick walls of the club until I came the the alleyway. Once I'd passed the goth kids making out and the possible drug dealers, I put my back against the wall and slid down until i was sitting, my legs to my chest. A man with silver hair towered over me. "Was that you up there? The vodka spitter?" I laughed. "Yeah, that was me." He smirked and pulled a bag of white power out of his jacket pocket. "Got a $20?" I quickly realized what he was offering was cocaine. "Only a $20?" He rolled his eyes and replied "Well since you questioned it, how about a $50?" The money was burning through my pocket. "Yeah. I do actually." I didn't even hesitate, giving him the money, and taking the bag. He shook my hand and said "Have a crazy night man." He disappeared off into the night.

        I pour some coke into my hand and tried my best to make a line with my fingers. I glanced around quickly, and took a long sniff. It felt weird, but 10 seconds and my actions were smudged. I loved it really. I leaned my head back looking and the stars and let me legs stretch for a mile at least. I heard the sound of snow crunching underneath feet and the smooth voice of familiarity. April.

        "Brian lets go. I feel surrounded by thugs. You were amazing by the way." She was pulling my leather jacket tighter around herself, shivering. She looked utterly out of place and truly scared. She looked down at me then and her expression showed it all. "Brian... What the hell are you on?" I opened my mouth, only to be interrupted by her shrill shouting. It made my head pound. "What are you thinking! You have to drive Brian. You're turning into one of those dope heads aren't you?" I was too high to think about what she was saying. I was too high to think at all. So I stumbled to my feet, and took another sniff straight out of them bag. Swaying on my feet. I smiled at her, and stuck my middle finger in her face. 

        "Have a nice night Brian."