This Is Where It All Comes Down
The picture is somewhat similiar to one that happened three years ago. The stage, the people, the event. There are more people there this time 'round but for the most part it's the same group. Most were in attendance for the last event so they're not all that surprised to see the metal band take the stage. The newcomers are a little thrown but the others sort of know what to expect.
The time comes for the band to take the stage and there they go. They move to the stage but the frontman is noticably absent. The base player speaks his name in his mic and then comes the waiting.
This is the point when some of you are thinking he didn't show. Some of you are wondering where the fuck he went because wasn't that him out in the parking area a very short while ago? Some of you wonder why the fuck they're calling for that quiet little faget you tormented in high school, you missed the first reunion and surely he's not the singer?
Then he's on the stage and you're wondering where the fuck he came from, you never heard him and you never saw him enter the building and fuck it's really that quiet little faget.
He's dark and he's sex, standing there facing his band with his back to you. Black bondage pants, black boots, ripped up fishnet shirt. Traces of skin beneath. The collar is hot, so is the leash, and the cuffs around that left wrist aren't a bad addition (and you can't help but wonder if he was making use of them in the parking lot a short while ago; he was). After about an hour of singing he'll pull off the shirt and you'll notice that tattoo that reads "insignificant" -his back is to you, after all- and that large black "fuck you" written across the flesh of his (perfect, very fucking perfect) back. For now though he's fully clothed and wait, he's not really the frontman of this band, is he? You find out it's true when the music starts and fuck, aren't you blown away.
Ghost was fucking perfection tonight. He stayed outside with Chad and Cade until it was time for us to go on, then he made his appearance. We opened our set with Static X's Night Terrors and closed it with our song Choke. When we did our song Slave I wanted to fuck him right there on the goddamn stage. Spook was fucking beautiful. He was shocking, he was energy, he was fucking gorgeous. Every fucking lyric that left his beautiful mouth was perfection.
This time we stayed for a while after we finished our sets. [ETA] Fuck, I almost forgot to mention that Spook's ex girlfriend was at this thing tonight. I thought she was going to pounce him the moment he stepped off the stage. She and some other girl followed him to the bar and were drooling over him, when he asked her if she brought along her knife. ::smirk:: I thought she was going to slap him. Instead she kissed his cheek (and glared at me, wtf) and moved along. [/ETA] We were at the bar when two of the former football players who used to give Ghost hell approached. Cade stepped between them and Spook and they froze and stared at him for a full fucking minute. Spook told him it was alright and he moved aside, and still they stared. ::laugh:: Yeah, Cade's that intimidating.
Jason, former quarterback and ring leader of those who used to harrass Dreamtime, complimented my boy's singing. Spook stared at him. He said he was surprised to hear it from my boy, Spook had always been quiet in school. Spook stared at him. Shane told him he liked his tats, Spook stared at him, then said thanks. It was awkward so Jason talked to me for a couple minutes. Spook stared at him. ::laugh:: Shane stared at Spook the entire fucking time. He was closeted in high school and I don't know if he's out now but he was quite fucking obvious that he was attracted. Right before we left he approached my boy alone and apparently he asked him if he wanted to go for a drink. Spook.. stared at him. ::smirk:: I guess he turned him down since he came home with me.
Yes, I fucked him. I couldn't even wait until we made it home. We stopped by Chad's first so we made use of one of his bedrooms. Is that too much information? Good, I hope it gives you something to think about later tonight.
The night turned out very fucking well.
Ghost screamed down the skies and then he etched them with his name.
J.
The time comes for the band to take the stage and there they go. They move to the stage but the frontman is noticably absent. The base player speaks his name in his mic and then comes the waiting.
This is the point when some of you are thinking he didn't show. Some of you are wondering where the fuck he went because wasn't that him out in the parking area a very short while ago? Some of you wonder why the fuck they're calling for that quiet little faget you tormented in high school, you missed the first reunion and surely he's not the singer?
Then he's on the stage and you're wondering where the fuck he came from, you never heard him and you never saw him enter the building and fuck it's really that quiet little faget.
He's dark and he's sex, standing there facing his band with his back to you. Black bondage pants, black boots, ripped up fishnet shirt. Traces of skin beneath. The collar is hot, so is the leash, and the cuffs around that left wrist aren't a bad addition (and you can't help but wonder if he was making use of them in the parking lot a short while ago; he was). After about an hour of singing he'll pull off the shirt and you'll notice that tattoo that reads "insignificant" -his back is to you, after all- and that large black "fuck you" written across the flesh of his (perfect, very fucking perfect) back. For now though he's fully clothed and wait, he's not really the frontman of this band, is he? You find out it's true when the music starts and fuck, aren't you blown away.
Ghost was fucking perfection tonight. He stayed outside with Chad and Cade until it was time for us to go on, then he made his appearance. We opened our set with Static X's Night Terrors and closed it with our song Choke. When we did our song Slave I wanted to fuck him right there on the goddamn stage. Spook was fucking beautiful. He was shocking, he was energy, he was fucking gorgeous. Every fucking lyric that left his beautiful mouth was perfection.
This time we stayed for a while after we finished our sets. [ETA] Fuck, I almost forgot to mention that Spook's ex girlfriend was at this thing tonight. I thought she was going to pounce him the moment he stepped off the stage. She and some other girl followed him to the bar and were drooling over him, when he asked her if she brought along her knife. ::smirk:: I thought she was going to slap him. Instead she kissed his cheek (and glared at me, wtf) and moved along. [/ETA] We were at the bar when two of the former football players who used to give Ghost hell approached. Cade stepped between them and Spook and they froze and stared at him for a full fucking minute. Spook told him it was alright and he moved aside, and still they stared. ::laugh:: Yeah, Cade's that intimidating.
Jason, former quarterback and ring leader of those who used to harrass Dreamtime, complimented my boy's singing. Spook stared at him. He said he was surprised to hear it from my boy, Spook had always been quiet in school. Spook stared at him. Shane told him he liked his tats, Spook stared at him, then said thanks. It was awkward so Jason talked to me for a couple minutes. Spook stared at him. ::laugh:: Shane stared at Spook the entire fucking time. He was closeted in high school and I don't know if he's out now but he was quite fucking obvious that he was attracted. Right before we left he approached my boy alone and apparently he asked him if he wanted to go for a drink. Spook.. stared at him. ::smirk:: I guess he turned him down since he came home with me.
Yes, I fucked him. I couldn't even wait until we made it home. We stopped by Chad's first so we made use of one of his bedrooms. Is that too much information? Good, I hope it gives you something to think about later tonight.
The night turned out very fucking well.
Ghost screamed down the skies and then he etched them with his name.
J.