Perfectly Reckless
Chapter 1
Warped Tour 2003.
I hate that guy. He’s a fucking show off son of a bitch I’ve ever seen. Him with his four little band mates, strutting along the corridor of the concert grounds, holding up their expensive instruments and dressed in sponsored tees and hideous make ups on their faces. Smirks and cocky grins plastered on each of their mouths that made me want to punch the hell out of them.
What could be so bad about them that I hate them so much? I tell you what.
Their drummer, that tall lanky guy, though he acts crazily but he doesn’t talk to strangers. I know that’s a pretty common thing but come on, if a stranger comes up to you and say hello, you say hello back. You don’t get to spin your fucking drumsticks on their faces and just ignore their handshake.
That’s what happened to my little brother Arejay. I feel sorry for him. He loves drums so much that he felt ecstatic whenever he meets drummer from other band, and guess what, he talked to the drummer from Blink 182 and he seems nice! What was his name? Trevor something.
And then their bassist. That short guy. I don’t have a problem with him actually since he didn’t mind flashing his smile whenever he looked at me. Well, he’s the only one that I can stand. I thought about stealing him away from them since we don’t have a bassist anyway and we had to use my dad.
They have this duo guitarists kind of thing going on. They would shred harmonically on stage and I know that’s a difficult thing to do especially when you had to focus on the tempo and the colliding sounds. I respect them for that but was it really necessary for them to be so damn cocky about it? I know they’re fucking talented but this is Warped! Everybody is talented here!
“Yo, sis! Check out my spinning sticks!”
I stopped drinking from my water bottle and turned my gaze away from them to my brother. He was spinning his drumsticks skillfully with both of his hands but stumbled to catch it after.
“Beautiful. Who taught you that trick?”
“Travis.”
“Travis who?”
“Oh come on! I told you already! The awesome drummer from Blink 182!”
Oh yeah, that was his name. Travis!
“And soon I’m gonna learn how to double pedal like The Rev.”
“The who?”
He rolled his eyes at me. Yeah, sue me. I didn’t know their names personally; I just listened to their music!
“The Rev from Avenged Sevenfold!”
“Avenged Seven- you mean THAT band?”
I pointed to the cocky band who gathered in front of us, getting ready to be on stage – preparing their earplugs and bottle of beers and what not. RJ nodded at my direction and right at that point the most beefy member in the band turned to look at us. His eyes demeaning and his forehead creased, like he wanted to scream at us or something. His face was smeared in white powder make up – the stupidest look I’ve ever seen since KISS but at least KISS pulled it off.
His muscular tatted arm swung by around a girl’s waist, blonde hair with high pumps but his eyes still glaring at me and RJ. I noticed RJ raised a palm at him but he ignored it and moved on to the front stage.
Don’t get me started on that guy.
Matthew Sanders. M.Shadows. A name I could never forget.
I hate that guy. He’s a fucking show off son of a bitch I’ve ever seen. Him with his four little band mates, strutting along the corridor of the concert grounds, holding up their expensive instruments and dressed in sponsored tees and hideous make ups on their faces. Smirks and cocky grins plastered on each of their mouths that made me want to punch the hell out of them.
What could be so bad about them that I hate them so much? I tell you what.
Their drummer, that tall lanky guy, though he acts crazily but he doesn’t talk to strangers. I know that’s a pretty common thing but come on, if a stranger comes up to you and say hello, you say hello back. You don’t get to spin your fucking drumsticks on their faces and just ignore their handshake.
That’s what happened to my little brother Arejay. I feel sorry for him. He loves drums so much that he felt ecstatic whenever he meets drummer from other band, and guess what, he talked to the drummer from Blink 182 and he seems nice! What was his name? Trevor something.
And then their bassist. That short guy. I don’t have a problem with him actually since he didn’t mind flashing his smile whenever he looked at me. Well, he’s the only one that I can stand. I thought about stealing him away from them since we don’t have a bassist anyway and we had to use my dad.
They have this duo guitarists kind of thing going on. They would shred harmonically on stage and I know that’s a difficult thing to do especially when you had to focus on the tempo and the colliding sounds. I respect them for that but was it really necessary for them to be so damn cocky about it? I know they’re fucking talented but this is Warped! Everybody is talented here!
“Yo, sis! Check out my spinning sticks!”
I stopped drinking from my water bottle and turned my gaze away from them to my brother. He was spinning his drumsticks skillfully with both of his hands but stumbled to catch it after.
“Beautiful. Who taught you that trick?”
“Travis.”
“Travis who?”
“Oh come on! I told you already! The awesome drummer from Blink 182!”
Oh yeah, that was his name. Travis!
“And soon I’m gonna learn how to double pedal like The Rev.”
“The who?”
He rolled his eyes at me. Yeah, sue me. I didn’t know their names personally; I just listened to their music!
“The Rev from Avenged Sevenfold!”
“Avenged Seven- you mean THAT band?”
I pointed to the cocky band who gathered in front of us, getting ready to be on stage – preparing their earplugs and bottle of beers and what not. RJ nodded at my direction and right at that point the most beefy member in the band turned to look at us. His eyes demeaning and his forehead creased, like he wanted to scream at us or something. His face was smeared in white powder make up – the stupidest look I’ve ever seen since KISS but at least KISS pulled it off.
His muscular tatted arm swung by around a girl’s waist, blonde hair with high pumps but his eyes still glaring at me and RJ. I noticed RJ raised a palm at him but he ignored it and moved on to the front stage.
Don’t get me started on that guy.
Matthew Sanders. M.Shadows. A name I could never forget.
Notes
A/N: heyy!! new story from me..i wanna try to write a matt story since i haven't done a story about him before. so comments and feedbacks are appreciated XD
p/s: i love halestorm and avenged sevenfold so much i think they should get married and make band babies..lol
@RyeBellamy
You're very welcome
7/29/18