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PlayList:

Stinkfist-Tool

Eulogy-Tool

H.-Tool

Die Eier Von Satan-Tool

You don't necessarily have to listen to the playlist in order to understand the story, but it helps create the visual. Just as a heads up, if you're not familiar with Tool's music, it is unique and captivating, but it can be very heavy.

Chapter 10-Headbanging

BPOV

"Why is there no bra in here?"

"Because there is no need for a bra in there. Duh."

"Chip, I may not have porn star tits, but I do have enough to warrant a little help with gravity."

"The shirt is tight enough to help you with your gravitational problem."

The bathroom was still swirling with steam and my hair was dripping down my back. My hour long bath when I got back from sound check had helped me. I had relaxed enough to take a little nap and felt better when I awoke. Still very confused about the events of the last several hours, but at least somewhat rested. I still didn't know why I smelled Edward. He was the one with the super sense of smell, but I will never forget his scent. Honey and warmth and fresh cut grass and love. The aroma that poured from him was one of the things that I had used to hold onto him after he left.

"It will be as if I never existed."

I could still hear him uttering those words. I knew as I heard them that they were utterly ridiculous. I didn't have the perfect recall or the photographic memory that he did. But I would never forget that Edward existed. I could sooner forget how to breathe. The perfection of his face, the comfort of his arms, the feel of his icy lips against my skin and his obscenely enticing scent were just a few of the things that I could never have forgotten. He was my everything, infinitely better than anything my mind could ever have imagined.

"You're not that creative."

Two days away from the five year anniversary of him leaving me and now I start with the hallucinations. Why now? Why in Atlanta?

"Don't do this. Not now. Focus." I muttered to myself

"What was that?" Chip's voice rang through the door to the bathroom.

"Nothing, Queenie."

I reached for the black lace shirt lying on the counter. As I pulled it over my head, it occurred to me that it was very very tight. And the nude colored fabric underneath the lace gave the distinct impression that I was naked.

"Chip, where do you find this shit?" I asked as I opened the door.

"Here and there. Mostly no where." Standard reply whenever he didn't want to tell me the answer to a question.

The top was a mock turtle neck with short fitted sleeves. The hem was fitted so that it hugged my torso just below the bottom of my boobs. And now that it was on, I was again struck with the fact that I did appear to be naked underneath the thin layer of lace.

"Um…where is the rest of it?"

"Do not start your shit with me tonight. I am in work mode, which means you are on my time. Put the clothes on your ass and shut up."

The pants waiting for me were worse than the shirt. I think they were leather, but they were so tight I couldn't really tell. They sat very low on my hips. Too low in my opinion. Even when they were completely fastened and zipped, they just barely covered my nether region. I had to admit though; the outfit made my body look longer and the low slung pants made my stomach look very flat.

"Lord child, I am so good." Chip congratulated himself as I stepped from the bathroom. I knew I still had a good 45 minutes of torture to endure while Chip did my makeup and Marcus worked on taming my hair. I had, on Chip's recommendation, let it grow much longer than I had ever worn it. It did look good on stage, but it was murder to try and control myself.

"Tell me I'm not wearing 5 inch heels with this."

"No, you're wearing 4 inch heel knee high boots. So here, start putting them on and please don't forget the socks. You'll have on stilettos for the show and I don't want your stinky feet in them."

An hour later, after the torture of Chip and Marcus, a rather livid discussion on whether or not I would were the ¾ length black leather gloves (I was of course) and almost breaking my nose when I tripped over the towel in the bathroom, we were once again loading onto the bus. Our destination was a little club about 5 miles from Blood Lust that Tool was playing at.

I simply adored the guys from Tool. JP had known them forever and when our bands were in the same city, he usually played a set with them. They were odd and quirky and the nicest group of scary looking men on the planet. JP had introduced their music to me after we had begun writing together. I loved watching them play and it was a great way to relax and get pumped up for the show at the same time.

Industrial grunge would be the best way to describe their music, but even that didn't quite do them justice. The bus pulled in behind the club to unload us and the excited chatter began to fill the air. JP and Jane had gone ahead of us so that he could warm up with them, but the rest of our circus had piled aboard our rolling sardine can.

We had to have looked like an exceptionally scary version of the Partridge family as we pulled into the alley behind the club and made our way to the back door. The bouncer who opened the rear door led us to a small balcony at the rear of the club without saying a word. The balcony was this club's version of a VIP section, I guessed.

We had an unofficial routine to going out as a group. Particularly when JP was playing with someone else. We all stayed together and tried to just relax. Boz usually joined us, as well as Chip and Marcus. If time allowed, some of the road crew would also come with us. Tonight, there were a total of 10 of us, not including myself. I generally ended up in the middle of an informal circle the guys stood in. It wasn't so much for protection, although some of the mosh pits we had encountered really had frighten me, as for necessity. I tended to get lost in the music and when I did, I also tended to revert to my clumsy self. So the guys kind of formed a cage around me so that if I fell or tripped, they could catch me. It tended to put a damper on our show if I broke a bone or made a body part bleed before we went on stage.

The lights had already dimmed and the smoke from the fog machine filled the club as we made our way into the corner of the balcony above the club. Tool had taken the stage seconds before we were arrived. JP's dreadlocks looked like Medusa in the glow of the blue light above him. He would only have time to play 4 songs with them, and I had told him not to call me to the stage tonight. I wanted all my energy for the show.

"I'm gonna grab a Coke, anybody want anything?" Chip asked just as the opening bars of the first song rang through the room. He generally wandered around the clubs we visited rather than stand with us. He had told me once that he didn't have the hair or the neck to blend in with us and that he preferred to people watch.

"No thanks" chorused from all around me and I shook my head as he turned away.

In 10 seconds flat, I was totally involved in the show. I swayed back and forth and I could feel my head bobbing. I would have to visit the spa in the hotel in the morning. I knew my neck would be killing me tomorrow, between this show and my own.

The crowd below was wild in their exuberance for the music. In every direction, heads thrashed and fists pumped and bodies gyrated. A small mosh pit had already formed only thirty seconds into the song. The line of bodies directly in front of the stage were head banging with such abandon, that I fleetingly feared they would smash their skulls against the stage.

Head banging. The concept was utterly ridiculous to me the first time I saw a large crowd in Seattle doing it. I could not imagine being so wrapped up in the hard driving music that I would voluntarily thrash my head back and forth or around in circles to the rhythm of the songs. But four and a half years later, here I was doing exactly that. I had never felt odd about it either. Everyone in the club did their own version. The first time we had played to a live audience, I found that the more I thrashed on stage, the more the crowd responded. Now it was engrained. It was almost an unconscious action during a show. More like breathing and blinking.

The guys were all caught up in the music as well. I could see in my peripheral vision that Dimitri and Boz were every bit as involved in the song as I was. I closed my eyes and let the next song start to take over me. This song started off much more quietly than any of the other songs, but it built up to an exploding climax. I was dancing and swaying and smiling as I let the adrenaline wash through me. In a little over 2 hours I would be on stage and I could give in to it completely. My body seemed to be aware of that fact and had begun its own warm up, aided by the incredible music flooding the room

The third song began and I raised my hands above my head and screamed with the rest of the crowd. "H." was my favorite of all the Tool songs. The haunting bass line and the emotional lyrics swept me away. As the song faded into a quiet bridge I swayed and moved with the building rhythm.

As I look in your eyes

My fear begins to fade

Recalling all of the times

I could have cried

I should have cried.

I turned to the right just a little to make sure that Boz was still standing to my right and gave him my best shit eating grin. The overly exaggerated eye roll he gave me told me he knew exactly what I was about to do.

I stepped up onto the lower of two metal railing on the balcony and leaned my upper thighs against the top railing. I was singing the lyrics with the band and I felt his hand gently touch my lower back.

As I let go of the railing and raised my hands above my head, I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise. It felt as if I had just been hit by lightning. There was palpable electricity that seemed to burn into my skin and my heart rate sped up.

As the walls come down

And as I look in your eyes

My fear begins to fade…

I thrashed my head up and down with more force, sending hair in all directions. Chip was going to kill me for messing up his masterpiece, but I couldn't have cared less as the music engulfed me.

I could still feel the electric current around me. It seemed to wrap around me completely. It almost felt as if that strange buzz had taken up residence inside of me.

As the last line rang out, the music launched into a hard drive towards the end and I let loose. I was thrashing my head in a circle in perfect time with song. I knew, without looking, that all of us were. It was kind of like a time warped gothic version of bonding. We all let go and after several years of playing together, we were probably pretty well in sync with each other.

I flipped my hair back, temporarily blinding Dimitri, and sang the lyrics as the song came to a close, grinning like a fool I'm sure. I yelled as loud as I could and clapped my hands over my head when the song finished.

The last song JP would play with them before we had to leave was a bizarre one. It was a strange mix of guitars and what sounded like a steel mill. It was also in German. I had no idea what the lyrics actually meant, although I did over hear someone in San Francisco say that it was actually the instructions on how to bake a cake. I had never had the nerve to ask the guys if that was true. Personally, I didn't think any of them would have a clue how to bake, much less turn a recipe into a song.

The song very purposefully sounded like a German Reich speech in some parts. I sang along with what I could and screamed at the appropriate times, even going so far as to raise both arms with my hands clenched in fist and bent at the elbows when the title of the song was screamed out. It was silly and probably looked ridiculous, but I was having a ball.

I was stepping down from my perch when I noticed Chip making his way back over towards us. He looked upset and flushed.

"Babe, what crawled up your butt?" I yelled at him, trying to smile at the same time.

He didn't respond. Instead he just looked at me and then cut his eyes to Marcus, who was standing to my right. We had already begun the descent back down the stairway toward the exit to the club and I was trying to talk over my shoulder as Chip pushed me ahead of him.

"Chip, what wrong? Talk to me."

"We'll talk later. Right now we have to get you to Blood Lust."

"You're scaring me." I had never known Chip to be so visibly flustered. I could feel my chest begin to tighten as I looked pleadingly into his eyes.

He smiled a little and tilted his head to the right.

"Nothing to end the world, baby girl. We'll talk later tonight. Come on, move your ass. We're going to be late."

I continued to look at him as he stood with his back to the open door of the club. I didn't particularly feel better, but I knew I would get nothing else until later tonight. I turned and was stepping back into the bus when I caught a flash of something white in my peripheral vision. I closed my eyes as I walked down the narrow aisle of the bus and inhaled. Sure enough, for the third time today, I could smell him. I dropped into a seat without opening my eyes. As the bus pulled away with at lurch, the intoxicating scent was still present.

"I'm losing my fucking mind" I muttered to myself as I opened my eyes to see the bus pull onto the main road that would take us to Blood Lust.

Chapter Notes: Did you guess correctly? Review for me and let me know. Next up, we get to hear from Edward.