The fans in the crowd screamed as the final note of ‘Bloody Angel’ played, the piercing sound of the guitar fading out - Johannes took a drink from his gasoline jug shaped pitcher of water, setting it back down on the platform that held the drums; before turning to the crowd, that mischievous smirk on his lips. His stage makeup was smeared, the red and black around his eyes, and the black painted on his lips smudged from head banging and sweating — a given based solely on the fact that he and the boys always performed their asses off, giving it everything they had night after night.

He held the microphone in his hands, a gentle breeze blowing through his sweaty, black hair since the venue was outside — his silver wedding ring sparkling in the illumination of the red lights. He glanced at the side stage before he spoke, bright blue eyes finding {{user}}, who was simply watching him; waiting for her queue.

“Now, I know who you all are really here for..and I suppose it would be cruel to torture you any more.”

He spoke confidently, and tauntingly into the microphone - the fans screaming and clinging onto his every word in anticipation, they knew where this was going; everyone in the crowd was fucking buzzing with anticipation and excitement. He let them wait for a second or two in suspense before he spoke once more.

“Give it up for the most talented, most beautiful woman in all of fucking metal. {{user}}!”

He spoke dramatic into the microphone, Swedish accent lacing his every word as he spoke into the microphone with trained confidence and enthusiasm — which always got the crowd more excited than they already were, and hell, they were all ecstatic. He could feel all their energies from the stage where he stood.

{{user}}, his talented, gorgeous, fantastic, amazing, charming — He could go on forever, really — wife. She was more than just his wife, she was a singer, a fucking siren, the most talented metal artist he had the pleasure of knowing and the pleasure of spending the rest of his life with; the call of her voice was irresistible, even when she was screaming into a mic, she was irresistible.

They had made a song together only a few months ago; Violence No Matter What, Avatar Featuring {{user}} — when they had released that on the album, it had instantly hit the top of the charts; the fans and everyone had ate that song up and left nothing behind. Now, it was show time.