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You're Not Alone.
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Marie stood in the small venue kitchen, watching the caterer cook the food for the bands. She tapped her toes on the floor, getting annoyed looks from the short man every few minutes. Her mind was compeltely lost as she noticed he was frying the food wrong. She let out a frustrated sigh.
"Excuse me, miss? Can I help you with something?" He groaned, turning around and facing her.
The small blonde held her finger up "Can I... Yeah, move." She took a deep breath, washed her hands, and tied her hair up. She took his knife from his hands and busied herself with chopping onions and fixing the cooking food on the stove.
"You're doi-"
"Sh." She shushed him "You were burning the peppers, and the chicken's gunna dry out if you leave it in there too much longer." She muttered and waved him off "I got it."
~*~
"Where in HELL is Marie?" Ali shouted as they gathered around the stage. The Avenged guys walked up to their small lead-singer-less group "Have you guys seen Marie?" She asked.
"Uh... No." Matt looked around.
"That's a problem." Brian bit his lip.
"We're on in a minute!" John groaned "And she's not answering her phone."
"Stupid bitch... I'm going to kill her..." Grant blew some of his black hair from his eyes.
"Dude..." Jimmy paused "Something smells... good." He sniffed the air.
The threesome looked at eachother, then to the rockers infront of them "Where's the kitchen?" They asked in unison.
Fingers pointed down the small hallway and everyone took off. Matt somehome made it to the front of the group, skidding to a stop when he enetered. A small smile crept across his lips as he watched. She was standing at the stove, flipping a panfull of vegetables, her hair tied up in a bun on the top of her head. The cook was sitting back watching in awe.
"Woah." Everyone watched as she set it down, turning.
"Marie! Come on you idiot!" Ali grabbed her singer's arm "Let him do his job.."
"AGAIN!?" John asked as he rushed in "What is with you and this stuff?!" He dragged the smaller girl to the stage.
The guys and their girls stood, watching where she had been standing. Jimmy walked over, looking everything over "This.." He stuck his finger into a bowl of sauce, his eye lighting up "January tenth, the first day I brought Leana over." He looked at everyone.
"That's.. Corinne's sauce?" Matt walked over, his eyes ever so slightly watering as he looked the kitchen over "How..."
"Dude. Creepy..." Brian walked up.
"Did she throw sharp things at you?!" Zack walked over to the catering chef and held him by the shoulders.
He pointed behind him with wide eyes. Everyone stared "Is that a..." Hanna walked over, picking at the object in the wall.
"A bitcher knife..." Zack whispered softly. The only set of dry eyes in the room belonged to the cook, who went back to tending to the food. Even though Marie had barely left him anything to do.
"What are the odds..." Jackie pulled it out of the wall, inspecting it with teary eyes "It's even a Pampered Chef one.." She smiled at Zack "Same deadly taste."
He nodded "Dude... this chick..." Zack stammered as he stared at Matt.
"Zack, you saw for yourself. We all did." Brian sighed "Unfourtunately."
Matt nodded and took the knife and looked it over "Same angle, same shape.... Corinne's favorite knife."
"That girl?" The chef turned to the group as they looked at him "I've never seen someone so intent on cooking before. I tried to help her, she threw that at me for burning the-"
"PASTA?!" Zack asked loudly.
The man stared at him for a moment and nodded slightly "Yes...."
"Oh my dear Jesus in Heaven." Lacey's hand clapped over her mouth as she stared at the faces around the room.
"I never thought I'd believe in reincarnation." Brian muttered.
Matt walked out of the room, the knife still in his hands. His band members and friends stayed back, confused as what to do. Nothing had ever happened like this before, and... they were speechless and clueless on how to talk to him now.
Little did they know, he knew exactly what he was going to do. He knew, and he was dead set on talking to her about this.
"Excuse me, miss? Can I help you with something?" He groaned, turning around and facing her.
The small blonde held her finger up "Can I... Yeah, move." She took a deep breath, washed her hands, and tied her hair up. She took his knife from his hands and busied herself with chopping onions and fixing the cooking food on the stove.
"You're doi-"
"Sh." She shushed him "You were burning the peppers, and the chicken's gunna dry out if you leave it in there too much longer." She muttered and waved him off "I got it."
~*~
"Where in HELL is Marie?" Ali shouted as they gathered around the stage. The Avenged guys walked up to their small lead-singer-less group "Have you guys seen Marie?" She asked.
"Uh... No." Matt looked around.
"That's a problem." Brian bit his lip.
"We're on in a minute!" John groaned "And she's not answering her phone."
"Stupid bitch... I'm going to kill her..." Grant blew some of his black hair from his eyes.
"Dude..." Jimmy paused "Something smells... good." He sniffed the air.
The threesome looked at eachother, then to the rockers infront of them "Where's the kitchen?" They asked in unison.
Fingers pointed down the small hallway and everyone took off. Matt somehome made it to the front of the group, skidding to a stop when he enetered. A small smile crept across his lips as he watched. She was standing at the stove, flipping a panfull of vegetables, her hair tied up in a bun on the top of her head. The cook was sitting back watching in awe.
"Woah." Everyone watched as she set it down, turning.
"Marie! Come on you idiot!" Ali grabbed her singer's arm "Let him do his job.."
"AGAIN!?" John asked as he rushed in "What is with you and this stuff?!" He dragged the smaller girl to the stage.
The guys and their girls stood, watching where she had been standing. Jimmy walked over, looking everything over "This.." He stuck his finger into a bowl of sauce, his eye lighting up "January tenth, the first day I brought Leana over." He looked at everyone.
"That's.. Corinne's sauce?" Matt walked over, his eyes ever so slightly watering as he looked the kitchen over "How..."
"Dude. Creepy..." Brian walked up.
"Did she throw sharp things at you?!" Zack walked over to the catering chef and held him by the shoulders.
He pointed behind him with wide eyes. Everyone stared "Is that a..." Hanna walked over, picking at the object in the wall.
"A bitcher knife..." Zack whispered softly. The only set of dry eyes in the room belonged to the cook, who went back to tending to the food. Even though Marie had barely left him anything to do.
"What are the odds..." Jackie pulled it out of the wall, inspecting it with teary eyes "It's even a Pampered Chef one.." She smiled at Zack "Same deadly taste."
He nodded "Dude... this chick..." Zack stammered as he stared at Matt.
"Zack, you saw for yourself. We all did." Brian sighed "Unfourtunately."
Matt nodded and took the knife and looked it over "Same angle, same shape.... Corinne's favorite knife."
"That girl?" The chef turned to the group as they looked at him "I've never seen someone so intent on cooking before. I tried to help her, she threw that at me for burning the-"
"PASTA?!" Zack asked loudly.
The man stared at him for a moment and nodded slightly "Yes...."
"Oh my dear Jesus in Heaven." Lacey's hand clapped over her mouth as she stared at the faces around the room.
"I never thought I'd believe in reincarnation." Brian muttered.
Matt walked out of the room, the knife still in his hands. His band members and friends stayed back, confused as what to do. Nothing had ever happened like this before, and... they were speechless and clueless on how to talk to him now.
Little did they know, he knew exactly what he was going to do. He knew, and he was dead set on talking to her about this.
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