2D stood looking into the dirtied mirror of the dirty men's restroom in the venue of their first concert. Murdoc stood behind him watching him as he looked at his reflection with distaste; he hadn't seen the boy hate his looks so much for a long time now. It made him hate himself all over again for causing him all of these problems, but he thought he was fucking incredible. He tried to voice that as little as possible, but he did when he had to. He'd nearly strangled the label when they wanted to talk about 2D's impaired looks.
"Yew sure t'ey won't like bottle me 'r somefink?" The singer asked sounding scared.
Murdoc walked up behind him wrapping his arms around his waist pulling him back against his body. He buried his face in the crook of the singer's neck nipping at the skin causing him to shiver.
"One bottle hits ya an' I'm rippin their fuckin' arm off. Now c'mon mate we got ta get on stage 'fore they start t'inkin' we left or somethin'." He said pulling away from the singer and making his way to the door.
He could feel the taller man behind him and knew he was still worrying about his looks. A few minutes later the four of them were on stage in front of a decent sized crowd much larger than the ones Murdoc used to play for. He noticed how some people reacted to seeing the singer's appearance, but the moment he opened his mouth and began to sing all of their fear and disgust seemed to melt away into shock then finally into excitement. The bassist tried to remember the last time he played a show where his band hadn't been attacked, half way through their set a small riot broke out, and then by the end of the set a full scale one had.
Russel already had Noodle on his back and was headed through the violent crowd pushing and shoving people out of the way until he finally made it to the large metal doors and outside. Murdoc ran over grabbing 2D by his arm and dragging him through the violent sea of people, he pulled his knife out of his pocket and poked it at a few people to get them to move more quickly. Once they noticed the knife in his hand they seemed to avoid getting near him, they finally managed their way outside into the cold night air. Noodle was now on the ground chatting excitedly, Russel looked extremely confused, and 2D was smiling stupidly.
"What the hell was that about?" The drummer asked as a few screams came from inside the building.
"T'at's 'ow yew know ya played a good show mate." Murdoc said smirking as he shoved his hands in his jean pockets.
"So we still goin' to t'at after party or wotever it was?" 2D asked hopefully.
"O' course, t'ey got free booze, and it gives me a kinda break from yew lot." Murdoc said as he turned away from his band mates and got into the van they had arrived in.