I do not know and nor do I own Hits or Meto, any band members, or any real life people who appear in this story.
-JrockSpam, Mod 2
SYNOPSIS: Meto suffers from a sciatica, a spinal disorder that effects him every day, often leaving him without the use of his legs. After meeting and befriending, and later dating, his idol Hitsugi, Meto believes he is safe his older man's care. Years later, the pains and discomfort begins to suddenly get worse, but Hitsugi is too preoccupied to even notice. Believing he is a burden on his boyfriend's busy life, Meto tries to suffer alone with terrible consequences.
I can remember being fourteen years old and standing amongst a massive crowd of excited people, all of us screaming and chanting together as the band I had longed to see since I was 9 years old stepped on to the stage and shone like stars. My cousin, 7 years my senior, had introduced me to their music. He told me how he had first seen them at a local bands act that his friends had dragged him to a year before. He told me how 'amazing' and energetic they were as he showed me a bad quality live video. He showed me song after song. At 9 years old, I had heard nothing like them and instantly became fascinated by them. They're heavy metal music was so foreign to me and they're costumes reminded me of the circus. For the next five years, I collected their CDs and posters and learnt every set of lyrics as if it was part of a religion. I was obsessed. Every year I begged my parents for concert tickets for birthday or christmas, but they always said no.
"You're too young" they said
"Theyre too expensive" they said.
"You're too sick" they said.
I soon became convinced that I would never be able to see my heroes perform in front of my eyes.
I have a spinal disorder, that often leads to Sciatica caused by a childhood accident. Half the time I would have to spend my days in a wheel chair, unable to join in with my friends. This, I believe, is the big reason my parents wouldn't let me go to any concert. They were so worried about me getting hurt and knocking a spinal disk.
But, after a wait that felt like a millenium, a pair of tickets were final given to me for my fourteenth birthday. If I hadn't been in my wheel chair that day, I would have jumped up and down and danced with happiness.
"It's a little welldone present for being so brave during your operation" my dad smiled
"And since you should be walking again by that date, we thought it would be perfect!" my mother beamed, watching me with her loving eyes.
The day I final got to see the band live was the most amazing day of my life. Sure, my dad had to go with me, which caused a few people to giggle, but I didn't mind. I was in a state of complete ecstasy and nothing could destroy the feeling.
I was there at last.
After thinking I would never be able to go.
I was at a Nightmare live.
How's this for a start? More to come!