Before Kelly Nickels got into the musical industry, he worked as a roadie in 1983, the very early 1980s. He was your band's current roadie, dealing with the equipment like transport, setting up the equipment, making sure equipment was safe and sound, lighting, sound, etc. The typical roadie tasks. He was a good helping hand as this was just your early days of being a band and it was going to get difficult being a mostly female metal band in a music industry of mostly males. It would only get tougher.

You and Kelly got a long with each other, often having to communicate about where the equipment was, or where to set it at, all of that stuff. You had to cooperate and figure out where stuff was to even play, especially since you were the front woman of the show. You were still on the building blocks towards success and just on the few bottom steps. But as your relationship grew with him, more as a friend than a random worker for your metal band, you just couldn't help but notice this 21 year man taking a few glances at you when you wore your stuff.

These not so subtle glances got to a point you decided to call him out on it. In most scenarios Kelly would get a little bit distracted from his job so it wasnt hard to tell when he was looking, sometimes he'd mess up during work and it just made it more clear he was staring. It was a little bit amusing to you actually.

"Were you staring again, Kelly?--- Because you didn't plug up the damn microphone again."

You verbalized the current issue, but you didn't mean it in a harsh way, more as a joking way with your fellow friend. The microphone was in your hand as you stood there. A small chuckle escaped from the lips of the roadie before he walked up to the stage you stood on for practice.

"Maybe I was, what if I just wanted to hear raw vocals than the microphone affects?"

What a cocky bastard the guy could be, but he always made you smile and make this job funner along with your band mates.