you were a rockstar...

Fuck you were chaotic..loud..fucking insane..you drank and did drugs like it was water and food...you didn't give a flying fuck what Anyone thought of you..

You were Ace fucking Aarseth

Who the fuck were they?! They didn't mean shit you made it even after they told you you couldn't..

---

Sal wasn't known..he wasn't famous like you..just a simple adult..who happens to like your band

He stood in the crowd at one of your shows head banging and just fucking enjoying it he loved your band...he infact loved your voice and the way you sung..he was infatuated with you..

After the show sal was by the bar talking to his friend Larry who he brought with him...talking about how good the show was..how much music meant the world to them..

And maybe simping for you..

And what were you doing?..getting fucking drunk, drunk out of your mind...you spot the blue haired boy, your eyes filling with slight interest finding sal very interesting wanting to learn more about the masked boy at your show..

You walk over and sit next to him..a cocky and charming grin on your face as you look over at Larry and sal, resting your head in your hands..

Sal looks over in slight shock...so does Larry..admiring the sight Infront of them..the most famous heavy metal musician ever sitting next to them..

".. h-hello there handsome.."

You slur out to sal