Warning: Strong Language
Tens of thousands of fans hopped in unison like the waves of a boiling ocean. The roar of their screams was deafening, the worship these four received would have made many kings and prophets writhe with jealousy.
The lights went low, and a lone spotlight shown down onto a lone figure. His voice was mesmerizing- an outstretched hand landed on the chorus, he knew he had them- his fans, his adoring fans. He could have any one of them, all he had to do was pick them out of the crowd.
His eyes brushed the crowd as he crooned with Izzy’s riff. The tempo fired up and he was whipping them up into a frenzy. Sweat and pheromones frothed at his orgiastic thumping and moaning- again, he looked out at the crowd, squealing girls, screaming guys. They were all in love with him. Except one. She stood there, staring with a dead look in her eyes.
He couldn’t blame her. Maybe he was too much. But her stare was a little unnerving.
He went across the stage but all he could do was see her out of the corner of his eye. He repeated a verse- Izzy and Groanman looked at each other and kept playing Izzy walked over to him to see what’s what.
He kept singing. Damn it. Why is she looking at him this way? It’s pissing him off.
Izzy’s guitar solo.
He walked over to security and told them to get rid of that girl.
“What girl, sir?”
“HER!” he pointed, but she was gone. Well, fucking good.
A wave of nausea overtook him and he barfed right on the security muscle. A few of the stage managers ran over, as well as his agent. He vomited again- this time it’s bloody. He looked down, chunks of something, sharp pain.
The stage hand carried him to his dressing room. He thanked the favor by punching him in the face when he stumbled in.
“Don’t fucking touch me! Leave me alone!”
He scrambled to the toilet and vomited again. It’s worse. His tooth fell out.
He ran some water in the sink. He looked in the mirror. It’s her.
When the news covered his death the next day, the band’s spokesman said that a lethal cocktail of alcohol and prescription medication was accidentally ingested on an empty stomach. When a reporter piped up asking of this had to do with the unseemly rumors of his role in the rape and murder of a young 15 year old girl last year in Omaha, they immediately shut down the press conference. In the back, the expressionless girl starred back at the band.