Hey, this'll probably be my last chapter for at least a couple of days. I have a couple job interviews to go for, and after that I'll probably be working (Again). Too bad I don't know anyone metal enough to form a band with, like Dethklok. Who knows. I could have my own Hatredkopter one day! (not likely).
Enjopy. Again, any songs not affiliated with Dethklok or metalocalypse so far are probably mine, so no stealing. I don't own dethklok or metalocalypse. Please don't sue me Mr Blancha/ mr small,, I'm funny
I'll try to put Nathan more in character, but it's diffucult since he's the POV... I'll have to find a way to describe things without being inside his head. heh.
Might I add that the Norwegian in this chapter probably makes no sense whatsoever, so any Nords reading this, please excuse me if I sound retarded. The only translation site I found that did sentences kind of sucks. It's probably not even close, but hey, it looks cool.
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Nathan showed Flame where she could rest, in his living space. He wouldn't get much sleep because he was used to that sort of hectic schedule, but she wasn't. He wasn't unintelligent. He was just... slower than most, but he did have feelings too.
Like hell if he was going to let others know it, though. NOT metal.
"You sure?" she asked.
"Yeah," he growled. He opened the door for her and flicked on the light. It wasn't as large as his room back at Mordhaus, but it was furnished much the same way. Black four post with skeletal arms and claws for posts, bloodred curtains, black rug, black walls, black covers, red sheets.
She thanked him and simply let herself fall onto his bed, her dark red hair spreading to form a curtain of blood on the sheets.
He turned away and joined the rest of the band in the main room.
Skwisgaar was playing guitar as usual, Toki was fooling with a laptop, Murderface was talking on his Dethphone and he decided to sprawl out on a low slung couch and rest.
"Piieeerree," he yelled, his voice ringing out, becoming louder and more demonic.
Very soon, the deformed cook came shuffling in.
"Is my lord alright?" he asked.
"Fix me a drink, my voice hurts," he said, leaning back on his arms and closing his eyes.
"Right away, sir," he said, shuffling backwards to go do it.
Usually before and after shows he drank a tall cup of a mixture of brandy and iced tea. It worked wonders, but only for a little while. It tasted fucking terrible though.
Pierre soon returned with the brandy tea and Nathan reluctantly gulped it all down in one go.
He got out his tape recorder and his laptop and began doing what he did on almost every tour. Surfed the net and took notes on song titles and lyrics.
"Good song title... bloodsicle... about uhhhhh... blood... and popsicles..."
He didn't notice the girl sneaking up behind him.
"Nice laptop."
"Yaa!" he jumped.
He spun around to yell at her, dropping his computer on his foot in the process.
"DON'T FUCKING DO THAT!"
She didn't falter in the least. That calmked him down more tha anything. Why didn't he scare her?
She merely leaned on the edge of the couch behind him and stared into his face. Her eyes weren't purple but a vibrant shade of orange and she wore a sarcastic little smirk.
"Uhh... fine." he gave in. He retrieved his laptop off the floor, opened it back up and sighed.
"Hi!" said Toki brightly.
"Hey Toki," she replied, waving.
"I thought you were tired," he grunted, not looking at her.
"I was. Can't sleep," she said. She plopped down next to him on the couch and pulled what looked like a video game out of her bag. It resembled a flip phone.
"What games you playings?" asked Toki.
"Zero F-X," she replied.
"Racing game," grunted Nathan. It had been a favorite of his when he was younger than her. Of course all he'd done was crash the hell out of the other cars and die. But that was the best part.
"Crash and die... good song title... about this guy... " he spoke into his recorder again.
"So not to interupt your train of thought or anything...You want to play my song onstage in Denmark exactly as it was before?" she asked.
Nathan closed his laptop and looked at her.
"No, uhh... actually, I was thining we could do it our way and you could sing vocals like you were before," he corrected her. They should actually practice that song, then. He had never sung in tandem with a woman before and wasn't sure if he was going to like it. Totally different voices didn't always go good together.
"Practice time?" guessed Pickles, walking into the room.
"Yeah, I guess," he gave in. He flipped his recorder off and did likewise with the laptop and got to his feet.
He led the way to the studio.
Once they all had their instruments in hand, Nathan tried imagining what he wanted the song to sound like. What should they call it? Drowing Darkness? No... Drowning by light? THAT sounded good.
"Drowning by light," he said.
Judging by Flame's smile, he knew she liked his choice.
"So uhh... what do we do?" sked Pickles, tapping his sticks together impatiently.
"Like a uhh, normal song, but she's singing with me, got it?" Nathan asked.
"Sure," said Toki, fingering his frets.
"Get ready." he said, looking down at her. She looked back up a him and narrowed her halloween orange eyes. Totally metal. He'd have to ask if they could borrow them sometime.
"Sing the chorus?" she asked.
"Yeah, uh... sure," he replied.
"We don't sknows the words!" complained Skwisgaar.
"How about I sing it again first then you?" she suggested.
"Try and be more metal!" Nathan urged her. She looked a little nervous.
"rett ingen trykk da," she muttered.
"Heys!"
"What?"
"Huh?"
She blushed slightly and looked around. Pckles looked confused, Murderface hadn't even noticed, Skwisgaar was looking sarcastic and Toki looked as if he had never seen her properly before.
"You's can speaks Norway?" he asked.
"Yeah. I learned when... I was younger," she murmered. She sounded like she didn't want to go into it.
"Okays...Hva er jeg sir nå ?" said the rhythm guitarist.
Nathan and the others stared. They all knew he wasn;'t english, and his languge skills lacked a lot, but no one was used to him making complicated sounds like that. It was... wierd.
"å spørring meg hva du er ordspråk nå," she replied quietly.
"What's everyone saying!" Nathan yelled.
"She speaks Norways!" exclaimed Toki accusingly.
"Yes! I speak Norwegian, I speak Gaelic and I speak Russian, okay? Long story, I'm not going into it, let's just play," she said loudly, getting annoyed.
"Alright, fines!" creid Skwisgaar sarcastically.
"One, two, three, that's good!" Nathan began.
The band began playing a different tune, one that was clearly metal but a little softer so her voice could be heard. Musicians usually tuned their instruments to a level that didn't overpower the singer.
"Bathed in darkness
Swimming in light
Fall asleep
Never wake up
Bathed in light
Swimming in darkness
Go to sleep
Don't get up
Stop breathing
Lye down
Rest in peace
Fear the light
Welcome to dark
Dripping blood
Bleeding red
Go to sleep
Never wake up
Rest in peace and embrace the dark
Go to hell,"
She sung the last word a bit drawn out, her voice flowing fluidly, like dark choclate, silky smooth and sexy as hell, Nathan thought.
"Everyone get that?" he called.
"Yeahs!" called both Scandinavians.
"Sure," said Pickles.
"Yep," said Murderface.
They practiced it until they got it right, at which point the song sounded much more metal and very different from Dethklok's usual style, thought Nathan. Personally, she sounded alright with his voice, but it just sounded... not Dethklok. They still play it though.
"We're landing in Denmark now," said a voice over the intercom.
"It's time."
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For those who need some sort of translation, here it is.
rett ingen trykk da- no pressure, I get it (or something along those lines)
Okay... Hva er jeg sir nå ? - okay what am I saying now?
å spørring meg hva du er ordspråk nå- asking me what you're saying