I'll Make You Fall out of Love

“And where do you think you’re going, young lady?”
busted!
“Hi dad, I was getting ready to go to Chain, to see the show that’s playing tonight.” Mag smiled, praying her dad would let her go down to Chain reaction.
Nikki studied his daughter’s outfit, debating whether or not he should let his twenty-three year old daughter leave. “Uh-huh and who’s playing there?” He had his arms crossed over his chest with one eyebrow raised.

“New Years Day, William Control and Davey.” She smiled brightly clutching her leather, coffin shaped backpack.

“Right, so your friends basically.” She nodded her head yes. “Fine, but if you get into the slightest fucking trouble, call me.”

“Yay! Thanks dad!” She kissed his cheek leaving a black imprint on his skin. She ran upstairs to her room grabbed her iPhone, keys, checked her make-up before bolting out the door to her 1970 Dodge Charger. For once traffic wasn’t as bad as she expected but she made it to the show in enough time to get up front against the guard rail. Tucking her VIP pass into her shirt, she waited for the show to start.

Up first was New Years Day. Jake was the first to notice Magdalene, whom waved vigorously at her. Then it was Ash, she also waved. They started off with Let’s Get Dead and worked their way through the set list. Unfortunately Mag got the blunt of the blood splatter when Nikki spat blood.

She got some killer picks of NYD, making sure none of them blurred after they left the stage. Afterwards she waited and waited for a good fifteen minutes of roadies setting up the stage for Davey’s band, teens were pushing up hard against her; nearly crushing her ribs.
Mag was about to hit these Goth wannabes that where pulling on her clothes, attempting to move closer to the stage. Mag heard her torn custom, Davey Suicide army, issued coat rip under the adolescence grasp.

That instantly boiled Mag to the top, she spun around, glaring down at the rub on-tattoo covered teen. Sneering up at her, they glared back. “Touch my clothes, and myself one more time and I will personally send you to hell myself, got it Peaches?”

“Go to hell grandma!” The preteen spat.

Laughing sarcastically, “My, my, my, you have such a potty mouth. Well now, why don’t you run along to your mommy or I’ll tell our little friend, Davey Suicide that you are a fake Katy Perry lover. Got it pumpkin?” Mag turned back with her stomach once again pressed to the guard rail.

“Slut.” The kid spat behind her head, making Magdalene Sixx laugh again right as soon the lights dimmed and the strobes began to blind the crowd.
Mag couldn’t help but feel a bit excited. She hasn’t seen Davey, Needlz, Frankie, and Ben in almost two years. She’s been on tour with her dad, who doesn’t trust her alone at home. And now that she’ll be able to see the guys, she can get into all sorts of mischief.

First out was Needlz, who stood behind his keyboard/computer. Then Ben behind his UnHollywood, Killafornia fronted drumkit. Frankie was next, painted in his signature makeup walking out like a creepy monster, with his bass strapped to his body.
Then the guitarist came out, Mag could not help but stare, he was no doubt gorgeous, with black and blue spiked hair, heavy makeup, a white Les Paul guitar strapped around his delicious body and heavy monster boots adorned his feet.
Mag thought he was exquisite. She wanted to find out who he is, and see if he is single or not. Davey walked out, winking at Mag before starting Kids in America. The crowd bopped up and down to the horror punk music that pulsated through Chain Reaction. Frankie walked right in front of her head banging low, causing his long dark, Mohawk to brush repeatedly against her face, making the Goth laugh.

Eric saw Frankie picking on this gorgeous purple haired girl. She was laughing at him. As soon as the bassist grinned at her and walked towards Eric, who decided to jaunt past Frankie to his water bottle. He smirked viciously at Mag before taking a swig and spraying the water all over her in a cool mist.
She glared at him. He just puckered his lips blowing raspberries at her. He couldn’t help but think she was hot. Like fuckable hot. He wondered if she was single and how Frankie knew her.