Title: The Price of Fame
Authors: Mercy and Kat!
Rating: Pg 13
Distribution: FF.net for now.
Summary: * AU *The Cold Fusion tour brings on two bands that don't get along. Twsted Metal (Chris Jericho, Lita, Shannon Moore, Jeff Hardy ).
"That ASSHOLE!" Mercy groaned walking down the halls and entering Twsted Metals' dressing room. She plopped down angrily on a leather couch and shivered contemptuously.
"I take it the meeting didn't go well?" Shannon was the first to bravely speak. Mercy turned her icy glare on him and he jumped fearfully in Jeff's lap. "SAVE ME!"
"That egotistical bastard!" She screeched.
"Mercy take deep breaths now what did he say?" Lita asked her friend and manager.
"Nothing..just never mind." Mercy sighed. "We need to get to sound check anyway."
"Hey you're right." Jeff laughed.
"Lets go." Lita laughed and they all stood up. Walking out of the dressing room with Mercy heading the line they were shoved back. Mercy staggered backwards and was luckily caught by Shannon. Cold Fire Breezed by without notice.
"Ok that's it!" Mercy scrambled to get up. "I'm going to kick his ass!"
"Mercy chill!" Shannon grabbed her arms and restrained her.
"Can you say attitude problem?" Jeff asked. The group wondered if he was referring to his brother or the whole band.
"Well how about we out rock them during the sound check and tonight's concert." Lita suggested.
"I like dating the level headed one!" Chris laughed.
"And I like dating the funny one!" Lita giggled and the rest of the group groaned.
"Please stop before you make me puke." Shannon laughed and they headed out into the hallway towards the main stage.
"Let's show those egotistical assholes what we've got!" Shane called from his spot off to the side of the second stage.
"1..2..3!" Matt called out count of their hit single "Not Meant to Be"
Through my trials I see,
the difference between you and me.
Together we are not.
It's like a mental block.
Yet here we are in the sand.A white dove I send
This is as far as I will bend.
Too strong to be owned
Too weak to stand alone.
Chances blown.
Cold as stone.
I hate you, You hate me
Eyes getting so watery
How could you
Do this to me?
Why can't you see?
We're not meant to be.
Too strong to be owned
Too weak to stand-alone.
Small whispers behind my back
I know all the cards are stacked.
A simple choice I have to make
Still can't figure out my mistakes.
Before you close that door
I'll be back for more.
Too strong to be owned
Too weak to stand alone.
Chances blown.
Cold as stone.
I hate you, You hate me
Eyes getting so watery
How could you
Do this to me?
Why can't you see?
We're not meant to be.
Too strong to be owned!
Too weak to stand-alone!
How could you (How could you)
Do this to me?
Why can't you see?(See)
We're not meant to be.
Not meant to be!
Not...meant...to...be...
Storme finished the song her voice trembling. A satisfactory smile crept upon her face. She looked at the rest of her band and they grinned back at her. She looked out at the vacant seats waiting to be filled. Her mind raced. Only 1 hour until the concert started. She could already feel her adrenaline pumping fiercely through her veins. Cracking her neck she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before the band began to launch into their new song. She couldn't stop the high that was taking over her. She couldn't help but revel in the fact that in an hours' time it would intensify with the screams of fans.