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| Topic Started: May 8 2009, 12:16 AM (6,032 Views) | |
| Eva | May 8 2009, 12:16 AM Post #1 |
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Well, I finally got the nerve to write a Metallica fan fiction. Reviews would be very much appreciated! Disclaimer: I don't own Metallica or the other rock stars mentioned in my story. This story in set in 1991. Trading My Tomorrows, Chapter One She slammed her foot down and brought her car to an abrupt halt, her hand firmly pressing on her horn. The loud, shrill beep of her car rang out and the car in front of her merely waved at her, ignoring her protests completely. The large, obnoxious SUV had sharply cut her off merely seconds ago as she was coming to a red light and had she not been as alert as she was, her poor excuse of a car would undoubtedly be a bumper sticker on the offending vehicle’s bumper. But she’d stopped in time, less then a foot from the SUV’s back bumper, but at least in one piece. “Asshole” she grumbled as she angrily honked a couple of more times. This time, the driver stuck his hand out the window and gave her the finger, which she replied to with another long honk. She loved that honk; it was high pitched, whiny, and dead annoying. She grinned as the driver’s rude hand gesture got more aggressive but stopped antagonizing. The street light turned green and the large, rather out of place SUV accelerated quickly, as if to get away from her aggression. She merely sped off in her little hatchback, weaving in and out of the L.A. traffic expertly. She still remembered how in her first month of driving, she’d almost been in half a dozen accidents due to the hectic nature of LA's traffic. But she’d learned quickly and soon was driving as crazily as everyone else. She hung a sharp left and then pulled into a small driveway, slamming on the breaks to stop herself from driving through her garage door. She parked and turned off her car, gathering her purse from the passenger side seat before exiting her vehicle. She walked up to her front door, casting a careful glance to her mailbox, which hung to the right of her door. Miss Blake Alexander was engraved on the brass post container, causing her to smile. The mailbox had been the first thing she’d gotten when she’d first moved into her house and she always looked at it before coming home for the night. It wasn't easy moving away from the mother, even though they had many issues. Growing up without a father wasn't easy and she resented her mother for refusing to tell her who he is. That made her even more rebellious. She smirked. Hell, she has always been like a boy. Acted like a boy, liked the things boys like. Her mother often shouted because of Blake's addiction to the cars and guitars... God, she adored music! It was the best thing in her life. At the age of 21, she was already an assistant at the biggest record label in L.A. Working with rock stars with an alarming combination of big bank accounts and bigger egos wasn't easy. Especially if you were a woman. But she handled it just fine. And her boss Liam, one of the best music producers in America, had become a great friend. One day, if she worked hard enough, she'd form her own record label. She’d barely taken two steps into her house when she heard her telephone start to ring. She threw her purse on the floor and sprinted down a narrow hallway and slid into her kitchen, picking up the phone on the socially acceptable second ring. “Hello?” “Hello, Blake?” “This is she” “My name is Bob Rock, I’m Liam's friend. He called me a couple of days ago and informed me that you recently graduated, is that right?” She gulped nervously, taking a seat on one of her kitchen chairs. “Yeah, that's right” “Well, I've heard you've made quite a name for yourself in L.A. Liam told me all about you and I think you have great potential. So, let's get to the point. I have an offer for you, Miss Alexander.“ “Oh?“ Was all Blake could say. “I'll be working on Metallica's new album. If you're interested, we're expecting you in San Francisco next week. |
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| Rhia | May 8 2009, 03:36 AM Post #2 |
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Great beginning! Can't wait to see what happens when she goes to San Fran (I suspect taht she will say yes), and whether one of the guys turns out to be her father. Plus, I love the title! |
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| elena | May 8 2009, 03:44 AM Post #3 |
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I like it!  I want to read more of your fiction! 
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| Nat22 | May 8 2009, 03:47 AM Post #4 |
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this looks like it could get interesting more please 
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 8 2009, 05:39 AM Post #5 |
Heavy Metal Seanchai
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Yeah, this does sound interesting. I like how you described the traffic in LA, that sounds like the traffic in NYC. Keep going 
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| Alexandra | May 8 2009, 06:40 AM Post #6 |
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Nice beginning! I'd love to read more 
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| Eva | May 8 2009, 11:02 PM Post #7 |
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Thank you all so much for your comments!! Lovvvee you all
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| Eva | May 11 2009, 12:38 AM Post #8 |
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Trading My Tomorrows : Chapter Two Blake checked her reflection in the hallway mirror one last time. She didn't have much make-up on, as usual. She was quite tall, with long dark auburn hair and a pale complexion. Although an American, she was of Greek, Catalonian and Australian descent. Her eyes were bright gray, which was what attracted attention to her. Not that she cared about her appearance- there were more important things than looks. She dressed in a pair of dark wash jeans and a simple white blause. Her suitcases were packed and she was ready to go. She wasn't exactly sure how long she'd be gone for. She'd lived in L.A. her entire life, and although she traveled quite a bit with her mother, who was a painter, she still hated the idea of leaving her home. She looked at her wrist watch; her flight left in an hour. When she peared out her window, the cab was already parked in front of her house. That's it. No turning back now. - - - - As she descended down the stairs off of the plane, she couldn't help but notice how hot it was. How can it possibly be as hot as in LA? After about fifteen minutes of milling around and not really knowing where she was going, she finally spotted a man holding a sign with her name written on it. “Miss Alexander?“ he said. She nodded once and then he mobilized, taking control of her baggage kart before leading her outside. “I hope your flight was well?“ he asked as they walked along, finally coming to a stop in front of a black town car. “Yes, it was great. Er, would you like some help?“ she asked awkwardly, unsure of what to do as the man unlocked the trunk and proceeded to fit her bags in there. He shook his head and smiled at her before pushing the kart back to its designed location. He then opened the back seat doors and waited. “I'm supposed to drive you to the studio“ he said to her slowly after a few seconds of her not moving. She grinned sheepishly and then got into the car, feeling a little stupid. The man walked around and then got into the driver's seat, turning on the car before pulling away from the airport. She turned to look out the tinted window, looking at the bustle of the beautiful city around her. They were on the highway for half an hour before the driver pulled off of it and within a few minutes of that, they were parked outside a building literally right in what seemed like the downtown core. She got out and looked around, taking in the sights. “I'll be waiting in the parking lot to drive you to the apartment when you're done here. Good luck“ he said before driving off. She thanked him and then turned back to the building, taking a few hesitant steps forward. Yesterday, a secretary called and dictated her the address for her new home. She was annoyed by the fact that no one made at least a small attempt of meeting her and showing her new apartment. She was left absolutely alone, in a city she'd never been at, and was in a hurry, because Bob told her to be at the studio at 14:00. It was 13:55. She entered the studio quickly and was amazed of how quiet it was. However, she could hear some noises and she clearly understood that these were voices. Men voices. She took a deep breath and started climbing the steps leading to the first door she saw. A woman appeared in front of her. “Um... hi. I'm Blake Alexander.“ “The new assistant?“ the woman stared at her with a surprised look on her face. “This should be interesting“ she mumbled under her breath before opening the doors. Blake ignored the last remark and entered slowly. A blonde man smiled at her. “Welcome to the City by the Bay“ “Thanks“ “I'm...“ “Bob Rock?“ Blake interrupted him, making him smile. “Right. Sorry for the rush I gave you, but the other two people who were supposed to be working on the album are absent. So...“ “I understand“ “Hope so“ Bob gave her a folder. She raised her left eyebrow in a sign of question. “List of songs and stuff related to Metallica. You'll need it. At the first page there are names and facts of all band members...“ “I know all of the members“ “Oh, you know them?“ he grinned. Blake chuckled. “I've heard of them“ “So you're a fan?“ “Not really“ “Better not mention that to the guys“ he smiled. Blake chuckled again. “Got it. So, if you don't mind, should I start?“ “Sure, but, I think, that first of all you should know the boys. I mean, know them“ Blake followed Bob quickly and before long, she was standing in front of four men. “With this laziness, you'll never finish the record!“ joked Bob. “Bite me, Rock“ the short guy spat angrily. Welcome to the World of Rock n' Roll. Today's episode: Drama in the Studio. “You'll get used to it“ Bob told her before speaking to the men. “This is Miss Blake Alexander. She's starting her work today“ The small silence was interrupted by a strong laugh. “You can't be serious“ Frodo, as she nicknamed the small one, was the first one to speak out. “May I ask what's so amusing?“ Blake's temper flared up. “It's just that we expected... Well, a man.“ The dark haired guy explained. She was pretty sure that was Kirk, the guitar player. “It's the name, isn't it?“ Story of her life. “Well, listen up. My name's Blake, I'm a girl, and no, I'm not a fan“ This time, the strong laugh came from the left. She smirked without looking at this man. “She's hot...“ she heard him whisper. She moved her head and finally looked at his face. He was tall, with blond hair. But the thing that caught her right at the very second she looked at him were his eyes. Deep blue eyes. “James Hetfield, I presume“ he locked his eyes at hers. “Yep“ he flashed his best cocky grin. “Are you a musician?“ The cute quiet guy next to James asked. “Not an active one, if that's what you're asking. But I do play the guitar“ “Really?“ Kirk's eyes lit up. “You any good at it?“ “I like to think so. I could probably keep up with you“ she half-joked. “You're a girl. You can't know much about guitars“ James shaked his head. “Try me“ Blake smirked. “Oh, I'd like to 'try you', belive me“ James let his eyes move over her body: from her legs to her head. She bit her lower lip and moved towards him. “The fact that you're a rockstar does not mean that I'll go immediately in your bed“ Blake smirked again. “Hey, it's your thoughts that move too fast!“ James smiled again. Blake sighed hardly. Bob coughed. “This went way too far! We have songs to work on, guys! So, better get started! And you, Miss Alexander, have a lot of catching up to do“ “Right“ Blake said as she went to work. James smiled, his eyes following her every move. |
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| StevieNicks | May 11 2009, 01:27 AM Post #9 |
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I like this! 
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| Oh Hell | May 11 2009, 02:35 AM Post #10 |
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Oh I like it too, Eva!
Herro Larsy!   Very good so far. Blake has a fine pair of balls on her there! |
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| elena | May 11 2009, 04:21 AM Post #11 |
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I really like it!I think is a James'fiction and I'm so fucking happy!  I liked how she acted at James remark.  Keep going!
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 11 2009, 05:04 AM Post #12 |
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I gotta agree with Torr, Blake has got some cojones for a woman, she rocks Haha, Lars' comment was priceless I wonder if there's going to be something with Blake and James? 
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| Taimi | May 11 2009, 08:01 AM Post #13 |
Wishmistress
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ballsy!!! |
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| Alexandra | May 11 2009, 10:45 AM Post #14 |
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Great chapter Eva!!! I like Blake
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| Eva | May 12 2009, 03:23 AM Post #15 |
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I got inspired so here's the next part for all you Metallichicks! By the way, I realize the Black Album was recorded in L.A. but let's pretend it was in San Fran, ok? Love, Eva Trading My Tomorrows : Chapter Three Apparently she was wrong about Metallica. Their status as one of the best bands in the world was well deserved. Kirk and Jason welcomed her warmly, while Lars took the time to talk to her about her knowledge of music and her life back in L.A. As much as she hated to admit it, he was actually a decent guy. James was in his own world and mostly kept to himself. Maybe he just wanted to show that tough guy image he had was the real him. Whatever the case, she was happy the day was finally over and she could go to her new home. She was about to head out when she heard a familiar voice. It was faint, but as she walked up to the open door and peered inside, she saw him talking on the phone. He was talking rapidly, and she was glad that it wasn't her talking to him, because he seemed very angry. She could tell he was obviously annoyed and upset with whoever he was talking to, which was made even more clear as he threw the phone against the wall seconds later, breaking it. She stayed silent as he breathed heavily, trying to control himself, before putting his head in his hands. Carefully, she stealthy walked outside, not wanting to interrupt on his moment. She slid into the car, feeling a little less enthusiastic than she had been mere minutes ago. - - - - Blake picked up a piece of paper with guitar chords and lyrics on it. It was early in the morning and she was sitting in the control room with James in the recording booth, recording a new song. When everything was going smoothly, her job was easy. However, that wasn't the case today. James kept messing up his tracks and moronic girlfriends kept poping up at the most inopportune times. In a recording studio, the music producer is the boss- which clearly wasn't the case here. None of the guys listened to Bob and he didn't know how to control them. She'd have to take the matter into her own hands and soon. She sighed and sat back down on her chair. No matter that most of her friends considered her unable to be attracted to someone, she knew that sometimes she felt attracted. This time she wasn't. The direct words James Hetfield made her feel full of disgust. She didn't like him. Not at all. He was one of those selfish, aggressive guys who thought the world spins around them and everyone, especially the girls, should throw themselves at their feet. 'Wrong girl, Hetfield', she smiled. “Hey...“ a soft voice took her out of her thoughts. It was Kirk, in her opinion the coolest guy in the band. “Oh, hey“ “You asked for me“ Kirk smiled “Yeah. I wanted to ask some questions each of you“ “No, I'm not single“ he smirked “Good to know but that's not my question“ Blake laughed. “It's about your guitar solo in the new song“ “Enter Sandman?“ “Yeah, that's the one“ she nodded. “Bob asked me to discuss it with you“ “Argh, I'll tell you everything you need to know later. Is that ok?“ “No problem, hope I didn't scare you“ “I'm in a band with Lars. Nothing scares me anymore“ “I believe you“ “See ya later, boss“ Kirk grinned, making her laugh again. James was the last one to arrive at the studio that morning. He stood as far away from everyone as possible. He couldn't concentrate on the songs, not today. The guys were looking at him sympathetically, he's been getting that look for awhile now. The last thing he ever wanted was having the guys worry about him. Giving up on the track, he walked out of the booth. He saw Kirk leaving the control room and he walked inside, not even bothering knocking. Blake was in there, watching as Lars and Jason argued over his bass technique. He couldn't help but smile when she turned off the sound. He looked her up and down. She had gorgeous legs, that went perfectly with her tight black jeans. She had a thin body that was fit for the grey ruffle front top she was wearing and her long thick hair was loosely pulled back. He had to stop thinking about her that way. He had an album to record and the last thing he needed was another woman messing up his life. Especially after everything he went through with... “Pull yourself together, Het“ he ordered himself. Just as he was about to walk away, Blake spotted him. “Mr Hetfield“ she said. A trace of indifference shone in her gray eyes, and her sculpted chin held an almost arrogant tilt. Great, just what I need, Blake thought to herself. She wasn't in the mood for this although he seemed a lot calmer today, or a lot more calm than he had been last night when she'd witnessed him taking his anger out on the telephone. “What can I do for you?“ she asked coldly. “If you're here to complain about the sound I'll tell you right now it's not my fault...“ He cut her off. “How do you like San Francisco so far?“ She looked up at him in surprise. THAT was the last thing she expected him to ask her. She observed his face for a few seconds, then averted her gaze to the wall behind him. His eyes were intense, and she didn't handle intensity well. “Uh... It's ok, I guess“ For the first time in her life she couldn't think of anything witty or sarcastic to say. James thought about what to say next. What was he doing anyway? Finally, he had an evil idea. A little test for Miss Know It All. “Are you a Guns n' Roses fan, by any chance?“ She could sense him toying with her. “No“ it was the truth. “I'm not a fan of any American bands anyways“ a complete lie. “Oh? American bands aren't good enough?“ he said, toying with her. She chuckled but didn't look at him. “No, it's just a lot of over paid over the hill men jumping around the stage trying to revive their youth. The Canadian scene is just exploding with talent, you know“. She didn't actually know. She'd read an article about the supposed youth talent boom going on in Canada. She heard him laugh and she shot him a look, a little confused as he chuckled to himself. He caught her looking and tried to stop laughing, stifling a few before looking at her. “Sorry, it's just that they told me you liked this kind of music“ he said, his face showing the amount of amusement he was having at that moment. She rolled her eyes. “Well apparently 'they' were wrong“ she said, brushing some hair out of her eyes as she dragged a pen across a piece of paper. She heard him chuckle quietly this time. “I guess they were“ he replied, his tone of voice still thick with amusement. She smiled to herself before looking him straight in the face. She examined his face before replying. “What about you, do you love what you do?“ she asked him seriously. He nodded his head, looking down at his hands before looking back at her. He had such an intense stare; those blue eyes made it almost impossible to look away. “I do. I'm playing with some of the best musicians in the world“ he replied honestly. She nodded slowly, not taking her eyes off of his, before she was startled by the sound of the door opening. Immediately, she looked away, chastising herself for being so unprofessional. She'd handled it pretty well till now. She'd managed to minimize the awkwardness yesterday when she was meeting them all. She couldn't be fumbling around in his presence for the rest of her employment. Ok, he wasn't such an asshole after all, so what? That changed nothing. It wasn't like they could ever become friends. Besides, she doubted he had female friends. He probably just had girlfriends. As weird as it sounded, she almost wished he was an asshole. It was easier to deal with him when she thought he was one. |
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