Deth and the City

by RoseDincht

New York. For being a citizen in the city that never sleeps, I can't help but wonder from time to time: just what is it that keeps this place up and running 24/7? Could it be the insane amount of business in this area? Could it be the endless and undying traffic in our streets? Or could it be Samantha keeping half the city awake whenever she takes a new guy home for the night? There are just so many possibilities and theories as to what keeps the city awake.

But after an indefinate amount of time spent contemplating, I have finally found the answer. It isn't the business or the traffic that keeps this city up all night. It's most definately the music.

The day I discovered this amazing relevation started off with the usual get together.

Carrie Bradshaw stepped into the cafe and sat down at the table just as Charlotte finished ordering some appetizers. As usual, Carrie was given a warm welcome, took her seat, and ordered a drink. That was when Samantha started off the morning gossip.

"Last night, I met this fascinating young man outside of that bar your boyfriend owns." the blonde directed that comment right at Miranda as she spoke those last few words.

Miranda rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Ex. EX." she snapped.

Samantha shook her hand at her and continued. "Well anyways, after a long night, he made a confession."

The other three women focused their attention completely on the blonde.

I had to admit that I was worried. With Samantha, who knows what kind of confession it was. Needless to say, we were all prepared for the worst.

"He's married!?" Charlotte cried.

Samantha drew back instantly. "Pssht! No!"

As Charlotte sighed with relief, Miranda followed up. "He used to be a she?"

Samantha narrowed her eyes at the redhead as if she lost her mind. "As if!"

Then Carrie followed up. "He's one of our ex's?"

The blonde just sighed with defeat and reached into her purse. "Alright, alright! Since you guys are so fucking paranoid, I'll just get right to it." with that, she placed the purse on the table, dug through it for a minute or so, and then slapped down four pieces of paper onto the table just as the waitress came walking up with her food.

For a long time we just sat there and stared at them. This wasn't just paper. These were concert tickets. And not just any concert tickets...

"You see now? He's into a particular rock band. Excuse me. METAL band, as he likes to put it." Samantha leaned back in her chair and took a drink from her martini. "I would have broken up with him immediately if he hadn't shown me his rock poster. That one guitarist looks incredibly fuckable."

Charlotte gaped at the tickets, then took one into her hand. After a moment, she looked up at Samantha. "Dethklok? DETHKLOK? Your boyfriend listens to this... devil music!?"

Samantha made a look of absolute disgust while nodding her head slightly. "I know..." then she pointed at Carrie. "You wouldn't believe how this all happened. We were outside of that bar, and he seemed like a cute little thing. Nicest ass I've seen in a long time..."

Carrie just sighed. "Oh dear, this is going to be tragic."

Samantha took a sip from her drink and continued. "So one thing led to another and I was blowing him in the bathroom. After chasing off all of the customers and employees from the bathroom, we took a ride back to his place for a 'glass of wine and other activities' as he likes to put it. But as soon as we made it into his room, it was as if a house dropped on me."

It wouldn't have surprised me. I never heard the music myself, but I've seen the fans of that particular band. They can get pretty decked out from time to time. If Samantha says a house landed on her, that could only mean one thing: she was sucked out of New York and landed in Oz.

"His room was disgusting!" she made a sour face. "The walls were covered with that band's posters. His dirty laundry was covering the floor, his bed wasn't made, there was a red lava lamp, and then he flipped on the stereo and that devil music as Charlotte puts it came blasting out of the speakers." she waved her hand to emphasize. "I swear to God, I thought I was trippin' in there. I thought that little bastard slipped something in my drink and I was fucking trippin'."

Charlotte hushed her nervously, then placed the ticket onto the table. "You're in a public place, keep it down." she whispered. "But if you didn't like it then why did you take these tickets?"

The response wasn't anything too surprising for Miranda and I. But the look on Charlotte's face definately said otherwise.

"The band's coming into town and I'm going." was Samantha's response. "And I'm taking all of you right along with me."

Miranda and Carrie just groaned. Charlotte gasped in horror. "What? No way! I'm not going to listen to that... that... evil excuse for music! I wouldn't be caught dead at one of those concerts!"

Carrie, who was observing one of the tickets while all of this had taken place, decided to put her two cents in. "Well, the band's really popular. People would literally sign their lives away for a chance to see them in concert. There has to be something about them that's good."

Miranda took a nice long drink and then threw her two cents in as well. "They sign their lives away to hear a bunch of screaming and shouting. I don't understand it one bit. You sign those pain wavers things and pretty much say 'Hey! It's okay if you dismember me! I won't sue you because you have great music!' It should be outlawed and those guys should be sent to jail." she leaned back in her chair with an annoyed look. "So fuck that, I'm not going to one of those concerts if I have to sign that piece of shit."

Samantha groaned with frustration. "But that's the thing! I dont' want to say no to this guy just yet, okay? It's bad enough I accepted the ticket, let alone ask for three more for each of you!" she took another sip. "Listen, to be honest, I'm actually kind of curious about this band. I want to know why they're so popular. And I want to get backstage and fuck that guitarist."

Carrie shrugged at that. "The truth comes out." she said, then sighed. "So what do you need us, for?"

Samantha pointed at Carrie. "Oh come on, you write articles about all sorts of good sex. Why would you want to miss out on an opportunity to sleep with quite possibly the greatest band on the face of the planet?" then she pointed at Charlotte and Miranda. "And we need to hang out more often, so you two are coming along for the ride."

I had to admit that she was right. I heard that the band was coming to New York for a concert, and couldn't help but wonder if I should somehow tie the greatest metal band in the world into the greatest newspaper in New York. I'd probably get new readers that way. The fans practically worship anything and everything related to that band. If Carrie Bradshaw was sleeping with the lead singer or one of the musicians, I'm sure she'd be worshipped as well.

Charlotte however wasn't thrilled about this at all.

"You should have asked me before you made him get me a ticket!" she protested. "I mean... I don't even like that band, Samantha!"

Miranda nodded in agreement. "I'm not too crazy about that kind of music either. But if by any chance we can get into the concert without signing those pain wavers, then I'm all for it."

Charlotte whipped her head in her direction, her jaws dropping. "Miranda! How could you!?"

Miranda gave her a look. "Hey, hey. Curiousity is killing me. I want to see why they're so popular too."

Samantha crossed her arms. "Now are you going to stop being pissy and come hang out with us that night? I'd hate to exclude you, especially since I want you to be there with me."

It took Charlotte quite awhile before she finally agreed into coming that night. To be honest, I don't think it was because she was being Samantha's friend. Deep down, I think she was curious too...