Another chapter coming your way! As usual, I don't own anything too familiar. Another short one, sorry guys.
Brad looked forward to the next person. It was almost over, just two people left. A guy named Ryan and a girl named Stevie. All he wanted to do was go home and sleep off the mind numbing pain Brat caused him. He was dead for a whole twelve minutes! He fried his fucking brain. She'd better be happy I saved her back in the lab, he thought as he crossed and recrossed his arms. He sighed and looked over the list again, making sure that his eyes aren't playing tricks on him. Mitch walked in a second later, looking happier than usual. "What happened to you? Nicole confessed her undying love for you them sucked you off?" Berserk said.
"Guess what?" Mitch said, not wanting to deal with Berserk's smart comments.
"What?"
"Shut up," Mitch said, causing her to scowl. She turned and called Ryan in. Ryan was a dirty blond teenager with angel bite piercings. His hazel eyes stunned Berserk, causing her to smile. He had slight dimples and one pierced cheek. "I see you have a thing for metal, Ryan," Mitch remarked, taking in the piercings.
"Hell yeah," Ryan said, his voice velvety smooth. Berserk audibly swooned, causing Ryan to smirk and Brad to slightly glare.
"Would you, by any chance, have a Prince Albert?" Berserk asked. Ryan chuckled and fluffed his hair.
"You're just gonna have to find that out for yourself, babe," he said with a wink. Now Brad really wished that this was over. He sighed and looked down at the list, glaring at it.
"So, Ryan, what are you singing for us?" Brad said with as little venom as possible. Somehow, some managed to wiggle its way into the sentence.
"I heard that your old lead singer had a thing for My Chem, so I wanted to do Bury Me In Black for her. Where is that lovely lady at anyway?" Ryan said, knowing Berserk wasn't the lead singer.
"She's...busy. But sing so you get out," Brad said quickly. Ryan frowned before taking a deep breath. "I said, We'll drown ourselves in misery tonight. White lies! You've worn out all your dancing shoes this time. Just give us war! Worn lipstick, Blood, And purifying flame." A long was pause was heard and Brad had to say that Ryan was really good. His voice was the perfect amount of scratch and grit that a band like Infested! needed. He sighed, I might have to work with this loser, he thought.
"These eyes. Have had too much to drink again tonight. Black skies!We'll douse ourselves in high explosive lights. Just give us war!
War! I've been calling you all week for my, shotgun!" Another pause. "Pick up the phone! Pick up the phone, fucker! I wanna see what you're insides look like, I bet you're not so pretty on the inside! I wanna see what you're insides look like. I wanna see 'em!
Well, you don't say, And, well, I can't explain what happened to my face. Late last night, I sleep in empty pools and vacant alleyways. And what I'm goin' through, Shot lipgloss through my veins. And, well, I can't complain, With the falling rain. C'mon!" A pause was heard before he started screaming, "I want to save your heart! I want to see what your insides may be like!"
Brad sighed and watched Ryan take his leave. "So...he was nice," Berserk said with a dreamy smile on her face.
