“But that’s the problem, girl. We don’t hire chick in our band.”

Her face fell. Her heart broke when she heard that sentence came from M. Shadows. She gazed at the other members who were now standing beside him, hands across their chests.

“Won’t you please give me a fucking chance?” she begged.

Synyster Gates walked towards her. He was so much taller than her that she had to look up. He finally stood in front of her, his mouth was chewing gum like he always did on stage. She swallowed in her throat.

“Why don’t you just be our whore?” he cupped her chin and pulled her closer. She resisted but his grip was too strong. Not again! She thought.

OH SHIT!

Her eyes bolted open in a sudden jolt. The nightmare about M. Shadows and Synyster Gates suddenly disappeared. She quickly glanced at her clock on the wall.

“Oh shit!!” She got up from her bed and went into the shower.

She really didn’t hear her alarm this morning. She cursed in her mind repeatedly, while getting dressed. She has an audition at 10 am. Her clock now showed that it is already 9.45 am.

She stormed out of her room after fully dressed, but never forgot her fedora hat that she always wears. She’s been wearing it since her favorite guitarist; Synyster Gates rocked that look.

“Erika, why are you in a hurry? Aren’t you on your summer break?”
“I’m going to Burbank, mom! See you later!”


She is Erika Wesley, and she had been practicing a few songs from her favorite band, Avenged Sevenfold for nearly a month now. After she found out on their official website and Myspace that they are holding an audition for their new drummer, Erika grabbed this chance. She had been waiting for this opportunity to come along.

She knew she will never be able to replace the great Rev, but then again, no one can. But she had been playing drums ever since she found out about him, way back since their Sounding The Seventh Trumpet album. It was a long time ago.

Erika sped up her car, while glancing at the digital clock that showed 10 minutes to 10. She needed to be there, by exactly 10.

By the time she reached the Big Bear studio, it was already 10.15. She cursed even more. She quickly rushed inside and immediately heard a loud sound of fast drumming upstairs accompanied by an amazing finger licking guitar.

“Holy mother, Syn’s playing too?”

She thought that they would only be hearing their music from headphones and follow the beats through it, like she always practiced. She never thought of playing while Synyster fucking Gates accompanying along with his own guitar.

“I’m so going to fuck this up.” She was already having a nervous breakdown, before realizing that there were quite a lot of people in there, with their own drumsticks and what not and they were staring at her.

She stared at them back. They were all men, guys, or boys, whatever. All kinds of age were there, waiting for their chance to shine. She was the only female person, with her fedora hat on top of her head and she might have looked like a pop star rather than a drummer.

She slowly dug into her bag for a pair of drumsticks, to show them that she is one of them too. But then she panicked.

“Oh shit, I left my sticks at home!” she gasped. How can she be so careless when this is the only chance she’ll get to prove them that she’s good enough? The nightmare of them rejecting her and offering her to be their whore instead started to haunt her back.

She sat down on an empty chair, with her face buried in her hands.

“You fucking careless prick Erika! How could you forget the most important thing of all?”
She said to herself but quite aloud that people around her can hear them.

“Hey, you can use mine. I have like tons of it.”

She looked up, palms apart. There was a skinny guy in front of her, with big round eyes and curly hair that he looked like he just got out of bed,

She looked down to his arm, which was now held out in front of her, offering a pair of his drumsticks. She took it slowly, knowing that the guy was his savior.

“Thank you,”
He smiled at her. Erika studied the drumsticks. It was a pair of Pro-Mark sticks. The same sticks that The Rev used and it cost nearly 400 dollars for a pair.
“You have tons of these?” she asked him in disbelief. This guy must be rich as hell for having tons of expensive drumsticks like this. Erika only had her bulk-buy cheap drumsticks that she ordered from eBay and some of the sticks that she made herself using her father’s leftover woodwork.

“Yeah. Jimmy used to give out his sticks during concerts and I got like twenty pair of them.”
“You’ve met The Rev?”
Wow, now she was really impressed. Not only this guy was her savior but he actually met the great Rev.
“Well, not personally. I just got lucky that I got a job as their roadie.”
“Excuse me for cursing, but you’re their fucking roadie? That’s awesome!”
He rubbed the back of his neck shyly.
“Well, yeah. My friend works as their roadie too. I figured why the hell I wasn’t applied for this job.”

She chuckled, but then she suddenly realized. There was something familiar about him. She had seen his face somewhere. Around the campus? No. On TV? No. He was just a roadie. Why would he be on TV?

“Hey, um. I saw you drumming the other day at The Cold White Sheets. You were awesome.”
She frowned at him. True, she was in a gig earlier this week at a place called The Cold White Sheets with her full-of-jerks band, Fade Out May. But how did he know this?
“You saw us?”
“Yeah, I personally love your band, FOM. But shame the singer can’t really sing.”
She nodded in agreement. That fucker really can’t sing and still didn’t realize it.
“Yeah, he sounded like a turkey having a diarrhea.”
The guy laughed, and so did she.
“I’m Erika Wesley.”
She held out her hand, and he took it.
“I’m Arin. Arin Ilejay.”
Then she finally recognized him.

Notes

A/N: this is my first attempt of writing an Arin Ilejay fanfic. i just thought that he's really cute so he deserved a fanfic too! :) but don't worry this story will have a lot of Syn too! :)

ahh..i meant sounding the seventh trumpet..not waking the fallen..lol