Wings of The Dark, chapter 4
After finally getting Gerard to hit the paper target multiple times without missing I decded to pack up and go home. After we both cleaned out our guns and put away our goggles and ear muffs we headed off to our cars. As I was walkingto my black jeep I felt a warm hand grab my arm. My automatic reaction was to hit the owner of the mysterious hand but I thought better of it, it was probably just Tony or Geard wanting to get my attention. So without attacking anyone I slowly turned around to be met with Gerard's green eyes.
"I'm in a band and I have practice now and I was wondering if you would like to join me?" Gerard asked nervously.
"Yeah, sure. Take me to your band," I answered in a star trecky sort of voice.
I let out a low whistle when I saw Gerard's shiny red corvette. He then wolf-whistled at me, so I hit him jokingly. After we had both jumped into the car and were off down the road Gerard turned on the radio and so we listened to that for a while in a comfortable silence while we were off in our own worlds thinking about whatever we wanted. Eventally the messed up opening lyrics to Slipknot's Duality could be heard through the car radio
I push my fingers into my eyes....
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache...
But its made of all the things I have to take...
Just as Gerard was moving his hand twards the dial to change stations, I got there first by turning up the voume instead. I heard a tutting sound coming from him in the seat next to me as I sang along.
"Fucked up bastards," I heard Gerard mutter under his breath.
"How are they fucked up?" I asked, insulted. Slipknot was one of my favourite bands and I have seen then live too many times to cound and met them backstage about five times.
"They wear fucking masks, that should explain it!"
"Yeah but think about it, they can walk down the street without any fans following them and asking for their autographs all the fuckin' time!"
"Good point, I never thought about it like that. I guess it makes sense maybe my band should start wearing masks," Gerard answered sounding defeated.
"What type of music do you play?" I asked simply.
"Emo," Gerard answered quickly.
"Don't wear masks, they only look good on a screamo group," I informed him.
"Yes master, whatever you say master," Gerard answered tiredly
"There's a good boy now, knowing who is in charge here!" I replied talking to him as if he was a dog and giving him a pat on the head while I was at it.
"So who is in this amazing band of yours, you are so proud of?" I asked as we drive up the drive way of a very gothic looking house.
"Just a few friends from high school and my baby brother," Gerard said off handidly as we walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.
"I'm in a band and I have practice now and I was wondering if you would like to join me?" Gerard asked nervously.
"Yeah, sure. Take me to your band," I answered in a star trecky sort of voice.
I let out a low whistle when I saw Gerard's shiny red corvette. He then wolf-whistled at me, so I hit him jokingly. After we had both jumped into the car and were off down the road Gerard turned on the radio and so we listened to that for a while in a comfortable silence while we were off in our own worlds thinking about whatever we wanted. Eventally the messed up opening lyrics to Slipknot's Duality could be heard through the car radio
I push my fingers into my eyes....
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache...
But its made of all the things I have to take...
Just as Gerard was moving his hand twards the dial to change stations, I got there first by turning up the voume instead. I heard a tutting sound coming from him in the seat next to me as I sang along.
"Fucked up bastards," I heard Gerard mutter under his breath.
"How are they fucked up?" I asked, insulted. Slipknot was one of my favourite bands and I have seen then live too many times to cound and met them backstage about five times.
"They wear fucking masks, that should explain it!"
"Yeah but think about it, they can walk down the street without any fans following them and asking for their autographs all the fuckin' time!"
"Good point, I never thought about it like that. I guess it makes sense maybe my band should start wearing masks," Gerard answered sounding defeated.
"What type of music do you play?" I asked simply.
"Emo," Gerard answered quickly.
"Don't wear masks, they only look good on a screamo group," I informed him.
"Yes master, whatever you say master," Gerard answered tiredly
"There's a good boy now, knowing who is in charge here!" I replied talking to him as if he was a dog and giving him a pat on the head while I was at it.
"So who is in this amazing band of yours, you are so proud of?" I asked as we drive up the drive way of a very gothic looking house.
"Just a few friends from high school and my baby brother," Gerard said off handidly as we walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.
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