Her Burnett Stone Chapter 11: ROCK 'N' ROLL Y'ALL!, a boondock saints fanfic

The Luxor Hotel: Later That Night

'Is this really necessary, Emykins?'

'If you want to look like a rock star, then yes, Murphykins, it is.'

'Hey! Will ye watch it wit' tha' fuckin' thing?! I'd like ta keep both o' me eyes, thank ye very fuckin' much!'

'Sorry, Con-Con.'

Jane had called her old friend earlier on in the day who owned the Hard Rock Café. He was having a Karaoke Night so he invited everyone to come down and check it out. Connor had given me a leather jacked with the Celtic Cross bedazzled on the back with LADY VERITAS written in fire. Emily was wearing the BIKER BABE jacket that Murphy had given her. Michael was recording us putting eyeliner on the boys, who were wearing leather pants, black t-shirts and their leather jackets that we had given them for Christmas.

'Murphy, hold still,' said Emily, 'I'm gonna poke you in the eye if you don't.'

Murphy fussed, moving his head. Emily groaned.

'Will you please stop fussing?!' she said, 'you're not making this any easier on me when you fuss.'

Murphy whined, turning his head away from Emily. Connor laughed.

'An' ye say that I act like a fuckin' baby,' he teased, 'wow.'

'Not helping!' growled Emily.

Connor laughed.

'Aww…' he teased, 'is Murphy scared o' a little eyeliner?'

'Shut up, Connor,' growled Murphy.

'Waah! Waah!' said Connor, 'I'm not afraid of mob guys but I'm afraid o' fuckin' eyeliner! Waah! Waah!'

Murphy growled. He picked up one of Emily's eyeliner pencils and chucked it at Connor. Connor ducked.

'Ha!' he said, 'ye missed!'

Murphy threw another pencil at his brother. I ducked as the pencil came flying at my head. I growled

'Murphy!' I cried, 'stop!'

Murphy stuck his tongue out at me and threw another pencil at Connor. Michael shook with silent laughter at his friends.

'Murphy Noah MacManus!' scolded Emily, 'behave yourself!'

Murphy huffed. He crossed his arms, pouting. Emily sighed.

'I'm dating a child,' she muttered, 'I swear.'

'Aww…' said Murphy, smiling innocently, 'ye love me.'

Emily sighed.

'Alright, sweetie,' she said, 'hold still and I'll give you a lollipop.'

Murphy perked up.

'Did ye say lollipop?!' he said.

'Yes, sweetie,' said Emily, 'I said lollipop.'

'Lolli, lolli, lolli pop that body,' sniggered Michael.

'She was poppin' 'er body on my dick earlier,' smirked Murphy.

'Laughing moment ruined,' sighed Michael.

Murphy sniggered. Connor snorted.

'Oh, sure,' he scoffed, 'he gets candy. What do I get?'

'Tits and anal,' I said, 'now, shut the fuck up and hold still.'

Michael burst out laughing. He was laughing so hard, he almost dropped his camera. Murphy groaned. Emily smacked him upside the head.

'Ow!' cried Murphy.

'Do you still want your lollipop?' scolded Emily.

Murphy pouted.

'That's what I thought,' said Emily, 'now, hold still.'

Connor sniggered.

'You, too, Squirmy-Worm,' I said.

'SQUIRMY-WORM?!' hooted Michael, laughing harder, 'OH, GOD!'

Connor growled.

'Ooh!' said Murphy, 'the Squirmy-Worm is angry!'

'I'm fuckin' warnin' ye, Murph…' said Connor.

I smacked Connor upside the head.

'Ouch!' cried Connor.

'No reward,' I said.

'You, too, mister,' scolded Emily, swatting Murphy.

Connor and Murphy pouted. Emily and I sighed.

'Not our fault you two can't grow up,' said Emily.

'If you two hold still, we'll re-consider,' I said.

Connor and Murphy stayed still. Emily and I started on their makeup, being super careful so we didn't poke them in the eye. Michael recorded us, giving some commentary.

'These soon-to-be rock stars are my two pals Connor and Murphy MacManus,' he said, turning the camera towards them, 'and helping them are their angels, Emily and Rebecca.'

Michael zoomed out so we were in the shot. We waved to the camera with out free hands.

'And what are we gonna do, you ask?' said Michael, turning the camera to face him, 'WE'RE GONNA ROCK THE FUCK OUT!'

Michael turned the camera back to face us. Emily grinned deviously.

'Who knows?' she said, 'maybe Rebecca and I will sing tonight.'

I looked over at my sister. I smirked at her, knowing what she was talking about. She and I planned on singing Fozzy's newest song titled Sandpaper.

'What song are ye two possibly gonna sing?' asked Murphy.

'We're not telling you,' said Emily.

'It's a surprise,' said Rebecca.

'Aww, come on!' said Murphy, 'please?!'

'Nope,' said Emily.

'Not a peep,' I said.

'Aww, man!' said Connor.

'Yer no fun!' said Murphy.

'Aww, muffin…' said Emily.

'You just gotta be patient,' I said.

'Can we get a hint?' asked Connor.

'Nope,' I said.

'Not a word,' said Emily.

Connor and Murphy pouted. We put the finishing touches on their eyeliner.

'Alright,' we said, 'you're done.'

'Alright!' said Connor.

'Let's go rock the house!' said Murphy.

Twenty Minutes Later

'WAYNE'S WORLD! WAYNE'S WORLD! PARTY TIME! EXCELLENT!'

'Everyone's gonna think we're insane.'

'Who cares?! We're in fucking Vegas!'

Daddy had Lita flown out to Vegas on a private jet along with Jane and Agent Smecker's Hummers. Me, Emily, Connor, Murphy, and Michael all drove in Lita with the top down. We were all so full of energy it was ridiculous.

'How about a little Bohemian Rhapsody to get us in the mood?' said Murphy.

Everyone watched as Murphy plugged in his iPod and hit play. Now it was time to rock.

I see a little silhouetto of a man

Scaramouche! Scaramouche! Will you do the Fandango?

Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me!

Galileo!

Figaro!

Now let me gooooooooooooo

I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me

He's just a poor boy from a poor family

Spare him his life from this monstrosity!

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go

Bismilah! No, we will not let you go

(Let him go!) Bismilah! We will not let you go

(Let me go) Will not let you go

(Let me go)(never) Never let you go

(Let me go) never let you go (let me go) Ah

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia, let me go

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye?

So you think you can love me and leave me to die?

Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby, just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta

here!

Nothing really matters, anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters to me…

Anyway the wind blows…

Everyone laughed. We had arrived at the café shortly after everyone else. We were greeted at the door by Jane.

'What took you so long?!' she said, 'and why is Murphy's nose bleeding?'

'Well…' said Michael, 'let's just say that Murph fought the dash and the dash won.'

'You guys are all weird,' said Jane, rolling her eyes and taking Michael's hand, 'come on.'

We followed Jane inside the club. She lead us over to a tall man with long, black hair and piercings. She tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, beaming when he saw who it was.

'Jane!' he said.

'Hello, Wayne,' smiled Jane, hugging him.

'It's so nice to see you again,' smiled Wayne, 'how have you been?'

'I've been great,' smiled Jane, 'we're here for a celebration.'

'Are you engaged?!' asked Wayne excitedly.

Jane laughed.

'No, Wayne,' she said, 'my two friends are getting married.'

Jane pointed to Connor and I. Wayne's eyes lit up.

'Holy crow!' he exclaimed, 'you know the MacManus Brothers?!'

'Yes, I do,' smiled Jane, 'I know them because of my dad.'

'Amazing…' breathed Wayne, 'absolutely amazing…'

Connor wrapped his arms around me protectively, hugging me close. Wayne laughed.

'I'm not gonna hurt her, dude,' he said, extending his hand, 'I'm Wayne.'

'Connor,' said Connor, shaking Wayne's hand.

Wayne smiled brightly. His eyes wandered over to me. His smile brightened.

'And you're one of the Ouellet Twins,' he said.

'Yes, I am,' I said, shaking Wayne's hand, 'I'm Rebecca.'

'Rebecca,' smiled Wayne, 'that must mean that the one with Murphy is Emily.'

'Yes, sir,' I said.

Wayne beamed. He focused his attention back to Jane.

'It's really nice to see you again, Jane,' he said, 'will you be performing?'

'No,' said Jane, 'but I know that Emily and Rebecca will be.'

'Ohh, nice!' said Wayne cheerfully, 'what song will you girls be performing tonight?'

Emily and I grinned at each other. We whispered the name of the song in Wayne's ears.

'Ahh!' said Wayne softly, 'good choice, ladies.'

'Thank you,' said Emily and I together.

'Well, I should be getting onstage to start the night,' said Wayne, 'I hope you guys have a good night.'

'Thank you.'

Wayne walked away. Jane sighed.

'I miss hanging out with him,' she said thoughtfully, 'he and I were best friends since we were kids.'

'He's really nice,' I said, 'and he's chill.'

'At least he didn't freak out when he knew who Connor and Murphy were,' said Emily.

'An' he didn't bug us, either,' said Connor, 'I like him.'

Murphy wrapped his arms tightly around Emily's waist. He kissed her neck, gently grinding on her butt. Emily laughed.

'Murphy…' she said, 'not right now…'

'But ye look sexy,' said Murphy, 'this jacket brings back memories.'

'Memories of when you lost your virginity to me on Undertaker,' said Emily, 'I remember.'

'Now ye know why I'm horny,' said Murphy, grinding on Emily more.

I sighed, shaking my head at Murphy. I looked at Connor.

'I'll be right back,' I said, 'you want a drink?'

'I'd like a beer,' said Connor, 'an' some milk.'

I laughed.

'I'll be right back,' I said, kissing Connor.

'Hurry back,' said Connor.

I giggled and walked away. Connor was in charge of keeping an eye on my sister and her horny rock star. Unfortunately, Murphy had a trick up his sleeve.

'Murphy…' moaned Emily, 'no…'

'No, ye say?' said Murphy, raising his eyebrows, 'I know what'll make yer panties drop.'

Before Emily could stop him, Murphy began to nibble on her ear. She moaned loudly.

'Damn you Murphy for knowing my Kryptonite…' she purred.

Murphy nibbled on Emily's ear harder, rubbing her pussy through her jeans. Emily moaned louder.

'You are so fucked…' she said.

'I am, am I?' said Murphy, grinning deviously, 'how so?'

'Must you always start with the questions?' said Emily.

Murphy laughed. He pulled Emily in closer to him, still nibbling her ear. Emily purred, trying to fight against the pleasure that overwhelmed her.

'Oh, fuck, Murphy…' she moaned, 'I'm getting wet…'

'I like the sounds o' that,' purred Murphy.

Emily let out a loud cry of pleasure as Murphy continued to nibble and stroke her. She didn't want to give in to it, but part of her was screaming for her to.

'Why, Murphy?' she whined, 'why now?'

'Because I love torturin' ye, Princess,' said Murphy.

Emily whined. She tried so hard to fight against the pleasure that struck her like a ton of bricks, but she was so turned on she couldn't fight back anymore. She had to cave.

'I would fight back…' she said, 'but this feels good…'

Murphy chuckled. He got her.

'Why don' we sneak off to tha bathroom an' have some fun, my little Rocker Babe?' he whispered in her ear.

Emily grinned. She grabbed Murphy's hand, dragging him to the bathroom. Connor watched his brother follow his horny girlfriend into one of the private bathrooms.

Shortly after they disappeared, I came back with a Jack and Coke for me and a beer for Connor. I looked around for Emily, but she was nowhere to be found. I frowned.

'Connor…' I said, 'where's my sister?'

'Tha Ear-Nibbler got 'er,' said Connor.

'Oh, no…' I said.

Meanwhile

'You fucking animal!'

'Ye never should have told me ye like yer ears nibbled, Princess.'

Emily and Murphy had snuck off into one of the private bathrooms in the other side of the club. Emily had taken off Murphy's jacket and shirt, and Murphy had taken off her jacket, shirt, and bra. He had her against the wall, kissing her fiercely. Emily rubbed Murphy's cock through his leather pants, teasing him.

'Maybe I wanted you to turn me on, big boy,' she purred as she stroked.

'Naughty girl,' purred Murphy.

'Oh, I'm about to become even naughtier,' smirked Emily, stripping Murphy of his pants.

'Oh, really?' said Murphy with a cocky smirk, 'an' wha' makes ye say that, my darling?'

Emily didn't answer. She dropped to her knees and began sucking Murphy's dick. Murphy gasped.

'Oh, my God…' he moaned, 'Emily…'

Emily sucked harder, stroking Murphy's cock with her hand. Murphy moaned loudly, knotting his fingers in Emily's hair.

'Ye weren't kiddin' when ye said ye were gonna become naughtier…' he moaned, 'Jesus Christ…'

Emily laughed. She reached around, slapping Murphy's ass. Murphy snarled, yanking on Emily's hair. Emily giggled, taking his cock out of her mouth, standing up.

'Were you surprised?' she teased.

'Yer a fuckin' tease,' growled Murphy, taking Emily's jeans off, 'you are so fucked.'

Emily laughed.

'That's it, big boy,' she purred, sitting up on one of the sinks, 'take me. Take me now.'

Murphy chuckled. Slowly, he slid one of his fingers inside Emily's pussy. Emily moaned softly as Murphy slowly began to finger her.

'Who does this belong to, Princess?' said Murphy, 'tell me.'

Emily bit her lip, refusing to answer Murphy. This was his favourite method of teasing and showing his dominance. No matter how many times she'd try and hold back, the pleasure would always win and she'd succumb to Murphy's charms. Murphy growled, knowing that Emily was fighting against the pleasure that he was giving her.

'I said…' he hissed, fingering Emily harder, 'Who. Does. This. Belong. To?'

'I'm not telling,' said Emily, 'you can't make me.'

Murphy chuckled.

'Yer a stubborn little slut, aren't ye?' he teased.

Emily grinned. She grabbed Murphy's wrists, forcing his finger in deeper. She moaned loudly.

'Oh, fuck…' she purred, 'ooh, Murphy…yes…'

'Who does this pussy belong to, Emily?' sneered Murphy, 'tell me like a good girl.'

'I won't tell,' said Emily, struggling to stay on the sink from shaking so much, 'you can't make me.'

'Oh, yes I can,' said Murphy, shoving his fingers in further, 'come on, Emily. Who does this belong to?'

Emily bit her lip hard, fighting against the pleasure that crashed over her as Murphy stroked his fingers inside her pussy. She knew that she couldn't fight it much longer. She shrieked.

'MURPHY!' she cried, 'MURPHY!'

Murphy laughed. Emily was so easy to dominate, and it made Connor jealous because he can't make me submit to him the way that Murphy can make Emily submit to him.

'Good girl,' he said, taking his fingers out and licking them off, 'yer a good little slave, aren't ye?'

'Oh, yeah?' said Emily, stroking Murphy's cock, 'then who does this belong to?'

Murphy moaned as Emily stroked him. She loves to give him payback for making her submit to him. It takes a while, but when he finally begs and pleads and obeys, it makes it all worthwhile.

'Come on, Murphykins,' said Emily, stroking faster, 'tell me like a good little boy. Who does this cock belong to?'

'Yer not gonna make me say it,' said Murphy between moans, 'not this time.'

'You always give in,' said Emily, stroking faster, 'I know you, sweetheart. You can't fool me.'

Murphy purred as Emily continued to stroke him. He wanted her, but he didn't want to give into her. Emily is just like me, she knows how to get in people's heads and make them succumb to her, and she knows how to make Murphy purr like a horny cat.

'Say it!' said Emily, 'say it!'

'Yer not gonna make me succumb to ye this time, doll face,' said Murphy, 'I ain't allowin' it.'

Emily growled.

'You're fucking stubborn,' she hissed through clenched teeth, 'I'll make you say it even if it takes me all fucking night.'

'Then ye better have a good wrist, honey,' teased Murphy, 'because I ain't sayin' jack-shit nothing.'

Emily hissed. She stroked harder, faster. Murphy moaned, biting his lip until it bled.

'Who does this cock belong to, Murphy?' hissed Emily, 'tell me.'

'Emily, I swear ta God…' whispered Murphy.

'What, Murphy?' said Emily, 'what?'

Murphy didn't answer. The pleasure from Emily's hand running up and down his cock hit him like a ton of bricks. As hard as he fought, he couldn't hold it in any longer. He caved.

'You,' he moaned, 'it belongs to you.'

Emily grinned.

'Good boy,' she said, pulling her hand away, 'now fuck me, you man-beast.'

Murphy smirked. He stood in front of Emily, looking her dead in the eye. Both of them could feel the adrenaline in the air as they stared into each other's eyes, just marvelling at each other.

'What are you waiting for, sweetheart?' said Emily, 'I told you to fuck me.'

'Am I not allowed ta marvel at how beautiful ye are?' asked Murphy.

'Marvel at my beauty while you fuck me senseless,' said Emily, 'you started this, so you're finishing it.'

Murphy laughed. Slowly, he slid his cock into Emily's pussy. Emily moaned, wrapping her legs tightly around Murphy's hips as he bucked forwards, sliding in and out of her. Emily moaned softly, reaching around and clutching Murphy's ass, holding herself close to him.

'Yer a naughty girl, Emily Lisa Marie,' said Murphy, 'a very naughty girl.'

Emily purred as Murphy slid his cock in deeper inside her. But he was going too slow. She wanted it harder.

'Harder!' she commanded, 'harder!'

'Say my name an' I'll go harder,' said Murphy, 'say it.'

'Not until you fuck me harder,' said Emily, 'until then, my lips are sealed.'

Murphy laughed.

'Stubborn bitch,' he teased, fucking Emily harder.

Emily moaned softly. It felt good, but it wasn't hard enough for her.

'Harder, Murphy!' she barked, 'harder!'

Murphy smirked. He pulled Emily closer to him, fucking her harder, going in deeper. Emily bit her lip, trying to fight back the urge to do what Murphy commanded her to do.

'I did what ye wanted me to, love,' said Murphy, 'say my name.'

'I won't say your name,' said Emily, 'I won't.'

'Oh, yes, ye will,' said Murphy, 'ye can' hold back forever, Ms. Ouellet.'

Emily whined. Murphy shook his head, smirking deviously. With one mighty thrust of his hips, Emily caved.

'OH, MURPHY!' she cried, 'OH, GOD, MURPHY! MURPHY!'

'That's my girl!' laughed Murphy, 'that's my naughty little girl!'

'Show me why you're the mightiest of all Saints!' hissed Emily, 'fuck me! Hard!'

Murphy snarled with pleasure. He shoved his cock in deeper inside her pussy, fucking her harder and faster. Emily shrieked.

'OH, MURPHY!' she cried, 'DON'T STOP! OH, GOD, DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!'

'Who's been a bad girl?' said Murphy, 'who?'

'Me,' moaned Emily, 'I've been a bad girl.'

'What's that, love?' said Murphy, 'speak up, babe.'

'Me,' repeated Emily, louder this time, 'I've been a bad girl.'

'How bad o' a girl have ye been?' said Murphy, 'tell me.'

'I've been a really bad girl,' said Emily, 'a really, really bad girl.'

'I can' hear ye, baby,' said Murphy, 'what did ye say?'

'Stop fooling around,' said Emily, 'I know you can hear me.'

Murphy laughed. He nibbled Emily's ear fiercely. Emily cried out.

'I hate you,' she moaned, 'I really, really hate you.'

Murphy chuckled. He nibbled Emily's ear harder, drilling himself deeper inside her walls. Emily growled.

'You are such an ass, Murphy,' she said, 'a complete and total ass.'

'But ye love me,' said Murphy, kissing Emily's cheek.

'You're lucky that I do,' said Emily, 'but you're a pain in the ass.'

Murphy laughed. He wrapped his arms tightly around Emily's waist, digging his nails into her back. Waves of pleasure crashed over Emily over and over again as Murphy continued to fuck her. Hard. Fast.

'Oh, God, Murphy…' she purred, 'yes, Murphy…'

'You've been such a naughty little girl, Emily,' teased Murphy, 'naughty girls need ta be punished.'

'It's not my fault,' said Emily, 'you're the one who made me weak in the knees.'

'It's not my fault that yer so fuckin' sexy,' purred Murphy.

Emily growled.

'Ass,' she muttered.

Murphy laughed. He thrusted harder, his cock going in as deep as it would go. Emily clung onto Murphy for dear life, sucking on his Virgin Mary tattoo.

'Oh, Emily…' moaned Murphy, pulling her head in closer, deepening the sucking, 'Emily…'

Emily pulled away from Murphy's neck. She pulled her face to his, kissing him deeply. Murphy moaned, knotting his fingers in Emily's hair.

'I love it when you're feisty,' purred Emily as Murphy kissed her neck and shoulders.

'I love it when yer naughty,' purred Murphy.

Emily giggled.

'How hungry did I make ye, Emily?' asked Murphy, 'tell me.'

'I almost sucked your dick in front of your brother,' said Emily, 'what does that tell you?'

'I wouldn't mind if ye sucked my long, hard, juicy Irish cock in front o' God himself,' said Murphy, cocking his eyebrows.

'You're bad,' said Emily.

'An' yer a naughty little slut,' said Murphy, 'now shut up an' fuck me.'

'As you wish, my Prince,' smirked Emily.

Murphy dug his nails deep into Emily's back, fucking her as hard as he could. He snarled as her walls hugged his cock as he slid in and out, in and out, in and out.

'Oh, fuck…' he moaned, 'oh, Emily…Emily…'

'Does my pussy feel good, baby?' said Emily, 'does my nice, warm pussy feel good around your big, throbbing cock?'

'Yer pussy feels fuckin' amazing, baby…' moaned Murphy, 'oh, fuck, Emily…'

Emily moaned loudly as she began to feel an orgasm build up deep inside her. Her legs shook, her veins full of fire and pleasure.

'Oh, my God…' she moaned, 'oh, Murphy…Murphy…oh, God…'

'Cum on my cock, baby,' coaxed Murphy, 'cum on my cock.'

A small shriek of pleasure escaped from Emily's lips. She dug her nails into Murphy's ass, sucking on his neck again. Murphy growled.

'That's a good girl,' he purred, knotting his fingers in Emily's hair, 'oh, fuck…harder…harder, baby, harder…'

Emily pulled her face in closer to Murphy's neck, sucking harder. Murphy snarled, tensing up.

'God dammit, Emily…' he moaned, 'fuck…'

Emily sucked harder, moulding her body to Murphy's. Murphy tensed up more and more with each thrust, each suck. Finally, with one mighty roar, he came. He sighed.

'Okay,' he said, patting Emily's head, 'ye can stop now. I'm done.'

Emily pulled away, panting hard. Her legs were shaking from the hard orgasm she had as she sucked on Murphy's neck. She jumped off the sink, but she almost fell over and faceplanted. Murphy grabbed her arms, holding her upright.

'Careful, love,' he said, 'are ye okay?'

'Yeah…' said Emily, collecting her balance, 'head rush…'

Murphy chuckled. Emily put her clothes on. She looked in the mirror and groaned.

'Great…' she said, 'just fucking great…'

'What's yer problem?' asked Murphy, getting dressed.

'What's my problem?!' said Emily, 'my problem is that you fucked up my hair.'

Murphy looked at Emily's hair. It was standing on edge, completely tangled. He frowned.

'How long does it take fer ye ta straighten it?' he asked.

'A half hour,' said Emily, 'sometimes less.'

'How much time do ye got until ye an' Rebecca sing?' asked Murphy.

'An hour,' said Emily, 'my flat iron is in my purse. You can brush my hair while it heats up.'

Murphy went over to Emily's purse and pulled out her pink flat iron. He plugged it in and grabbed her pink, sparkly Barbie brush. He sighed.

'Alright,' he said, 'come here.'

Emily stood in front of Murphy. Gently, he began to brush all the knots out of her hair. Emily cringed.

'What?!' said Murphy, sounding very alarmed, 'what happened?! What did I do?!'

'Knots, baby, knots!' cried Emily, 'ow!'

'Sorry, baby,' said Murphy, kissing Emily's head. He tried to be more gentle, but her knots were so bad, it didn't make any difference. Emily cried out.

'MURPHY!' she cried.

'Sorry!' said Murphy, 'I am so sorry!'

'Ow!' cried Emily, 'ow! Ow! OW!'

'I'm sorry,' whispered Murphy, 'I'm really sorry.'

Emily sighed as Murphy brushed out the last of the knots. She turned around, looking at him.

'You can straighten it now,' she said.

Murphy grabbed Emily's flat iron and began to straighten her hair. Emily stared at her reflection, watching Murphy.

'Ye nervous?' asked Murphy.

'Only a little,' said Emily, 'I've been performing since I was three.'

'I think yer gonna do great, love,' smiled Murphy, 'ye always deliver great performances.'

'Aww,' smiled Emily, 'you're sweet.'

'I only speak tha truth, baby,' said Murphy, kissing Emily's cheek.

Emily blushed slightly. Murphy finished her hair, un-plugging her flat iron and putting it back in her purse. Emily smiled.

'Alright,' she said, 'let's rock Las Vegas.'

Emily ran out of the bathroom and towards the stage. Murphy ran after her.

'LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME, THE ONE, THE ONLY, THE OUELLET TWINS!'

Everyone cheered as I walked onstage. Emily ran up the stairs, standing next to me. I smiled at my mirror.

'WHAT'S UP LAS VEGAS?!'

The crowd roared louder. It was time to rock.

'We got a nice number that I'm sure will rock your socks,' I said, 'hit it, Wayne!'

A cat-scratch

A whiplash

A witch hunt in black

Sandpaper

Sandpaper tears up my skin, grinding the state I`m in

Millstone my heart it scrapes, grabbing the soul it bleeds within

Abrasive wounds that never heal, bleeding emotions are hard to feel

Evasive sounds of true bliss calling

Model your primal skills for me

Something happens when the dark meets the light

Something happens when you start up the fight

Something happens when the sun turns to grey

Something happens when you scare the monsters away

A cat-scratch

A whiplash

A witch hunt in black

Sandpaper

Flesh paper burns to the bone, melting away with alamode

Blow torch my brain away, there's nothing left for me to pray

Eroding all that I've become, taking and breaking a lot of one

Decoding thoughts within my mind, bleeding and feeding what I might find

Something happens when the dark meets the light

Something happens when you start up the fight

Something happens when the sun turns to grey

Something happens when you scare the monsters away

Something happens when the dark meets the light

Something happens when you start up the fight

Something happens when the sun turns to grey

Visions happen that scare us away

Something happens when the dark meets the light

Something happens when you start up the fight

Something happens when the sun turns to grey

Something happens when you scare the monsters away

A cat-scratch

A whiplash

A witch hunt in black

Sandpaper

A cat-scratch

A whiplash

A witch hunt in black

Sandpaper

A cat-scratch

A whiplash

A witch hunt in black

Sandpaper

A cat-scratch

A whiplash

A witch hunt in black

Sandpaper