My alarm clock went off at exactly six o'clock. Which is fucking strange because I never set it. I sat up, pushing the covers off and swinging my legs over the side. As soon as I touch the floor, a shock goes up to the tip of my head. "Mother fuck!" I yelled, jumping back into the bed. I frown, clenching my teeth as I go for a second time. This time, nothing happened. "Huh.." I muttered, standing up. I heard the whimpering whines of my dog, scratching at the door for me. Opening the door, Baby immediately tackled me, delivering several licks to my face and claw marks to my stomach and thighs. "Alright!" I shouted, making her stop. For some reason I was in the worse mood ever. I don't know whether it was the fact that I was up at six in the fucking morning, or the weird fucking dream I had last night. If you haven't noticed yet, I say fuck a lot. Especially when I'm in a foul mood.

I walked down the hall to the back door to let Baby out, trying to rub sleep from my eyes as I watched her run around the fenced in back yard. I closed the door, walking into the kitchen to turn the coffee maker on. I felt hung over and weak. This was not good if I was to have three other guys come into the shop for tattoo's. I had to happy it up some or sleep this shit off. Just as soon as I went to open the fridge door, my phone goes off. Grumbling, I shuffle my feet to the table that held my purse and keys. Sifting through the crap in my purse, I finally find my phone to see Jacob calling me.

"What's up?" I asked, yawning a little bit.
"You need to get your ass here. Now." He said, sounding urgent.
"Why, I just got up and Bab-"
"Meadow, fucking get here now. I'm not playing around." He cut me off, ending the call then.

I looked at my phone, frowning a bit. "Yeah, that's a way to put me in a good fucking mood, dick." I said to myself, flinging my phone back into my purse. I stomped off into my room, going through all the things I had in my closet. I really needed to update my wardrobe. I was more of a tomboy than anything else. I find jeans and tee shirt more comfortable than skimpy thigh high skirts and heals. The most extravegant thing I owned was a silk nightie that still has the price tag on it. I finally decided on a pair of black jeans that were covered in bleach stains and tears, and another one of my Vengeance Uni. tees. I raked a brush through my tangled hair and stalked off down to the living room to put my converse on. After socking up and making my way to my car, I was hit with another gust of wind, making me growl lowly to myself. I got into my car and set off towards the shop, thumping my fingers against the steering wheel as Twiztid rolled through the cab. If I was ever in a killing mood, that was one group I could rely on to let my frustrations out. Just because I was a fan of music, didn't mean I had to stay to one specific genre. I rolled up to the back of the shop, killing the engine before getting out. Wind picked up again, making me let out a frustrated yell, stomping my way into the shop.

"What is so fucking important, Jacob? I didn't have to come in till nine. Like you said." I said, stomping into his office, comeplete oblivious to four other men in the office.
"There she is." He said, crossing his arms over his chest, "Guys this is Meadow, Meadow...I think you know who these guys are." He said, a smug look on his face.
"Yeah hi." I said, looking at the men before I looked to Jacob again. I suddenly did a double take. 'oh my God, woman, you stupid son of a bitch.' I scolded myself. There sitting there in front of me was M. Shadows, Zacky Vengeance, Synyster Gates, and Johnny Christ. "Jesus Christ." I said, tilting my head back. "Nah, I go by Johnny, but thanks." I heard the shortest member of the band pipe up, causing me to blush a deep red. "Sorry, guys." I said, turning on my heal to walk out.

I slung my bag on the front desk, cursing at myself as I flopped down into the office chair. Not even a minute later, Brian comes walking out with his hands in his pockets and smile on that pretty face of his. "Hey there Rosey." He said, winking at me as he leaned against the desk. "This your way of telling people about me?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. He chuckled, nodding his head as he shrugged his shoulders. "It's a start." He said, sticking his tongue between his teeth. "They guys liked the tattoo on my back, so they all wanted one." He said, smirking still. I took in a deep breath, nodding my head. "Awesome." I murmur, putting my hands to my face. "You alright, Rosey?" He asked. I'm guessing that was his way of picking on me by using that little nick name. I tend to blush a lot when I'm embarrassed or just plain nervous. Damn this pale skin I live in.
"Oh yeah, I'm fucking peachy. Six in the morning, man? Really?" I asked, looking up at him. He shrugged his shoulders again, "We got a tour to go on and the guys wanted a tattoo from you as well. Couldn't pass it up." He said, shaking his head as he continued to smile that perfect little smile. Just then, the other three filed out, caming straight to me.
"I'd like my tattoo first." Matt said, bouncing on his heals, the other guys groaning in annoyance. "Hooold up." I said, standing up from my seat. I grabbed the piece of paper that had the line up on it, humming to myself. "Well, it looks like Vengeance right here get's his first, then it's you, good sir." I said, trying to build up my confidence around these guys. Even if they haven't met me before until now, they've taught me so much. Zacky clapping happily, grinning from ear to ear. "Where to then?" He asked, calming down from his little girlish dance. I shook my head and pointed to the room around the corner. I walked around the corner of the desk, getting ready to head towards the room with Zacky when something grabbed me by my arm. I say something because the guys decided to walk outside for a smoke, Matt joining them even if he doesn't smoke. I turning around, blinking my eyes a bit as they became hazy. "Let me go." I hissed, looking all around me. The grip on my arm eased up, but it was still there. "I want to see Zacky, please. Let me see Zacky." the voice pleaded with me, my heart retching with pain and guilt. I cleared my throat, nodding my head. Why the fuck am I getting myself in this again? Normal life. Normal. What part of that does anyone not understand. Normal!

I walked into the room, Zacky sitting on the bench, his feet barely dangling off the edge. "So I was thinking something on my leg right here," He said, rolling up his pant leg to mid calf. "Something simple. I've always been a fan of dia de los muertos skulls. Maybe something like that?" He asked, looking to me. Asking for my opinion. I was speechless for a moment, but all in all nodded my head. "Yeah, man. Totally, I'll go draw something up and be right back." I said, excusing myself from the room. I walked to my work bench, pulling out some tracing paper after getting a good idea in my head. "Zacky likes you." The voice snickered in my ear. I shook my head. "Shut up." I muttered, tracing still until I was done. I walked back into the room, holding it up for him to say. "Yes, that's perfect." Zacky said, nodding his head. After getting everything set up and ready, I had him on his leg in my lap as I proceeded to dig the needle of my tattooing gun into his pale skin. There was no small talk like there was with Brian, just a comfortable silence and the hum of the gun as I worked. After about an hour, I was done, wiping him up and letting him look at my art work. "That's fucking awesome." He said, grinning at me. I smiled back at him, nodding my head as I cleaned up, getting ready for Matt next. "I'll get Shads then." He said, walking out of the room, gauze and tape covering his calf after I finished cleaning up and taped him up.

The rest of the day went smoothly, Matt and Johnny wanting some extraordinary tattoos that took up most of my time. Johnny, the short little shit, kept squirming at the end of his tattoo, making me want to smack him upside the head and be done with it. But I didn't. I finished the tattoo in no time, record time if you ask me. I watched as they paid for the ink, each giving me a hug for their tattoos and heading out of the shop. Again, I didn't ask for a damn autograph. Fuck. I sat in my area, twiddling my thumbs as I thought to myself, staring down at the floor. I didn't even recognize him when he walked into the room. "Hey." I snapped my head up to see Brian standing there with a smirk on his face. "You need something?" I asked, standing up from my seat. He shook his head and pulled out from behing his back a white tube. "Figured we'd give this to you for your work. We appreciate it, really." He said, handing it to me. I smiled at him and unraveled the tube. I had in my hand a poster of the band, each face with a signiture next to it. I smiled at him and giggled a little. "Thanks." I said quietly, biting my lip ring as my cheeks flushed again. "You're welcome, Rosey." He said, winking at me. "Oh before I forget." He added, patting his pockets and the pulling out a piece of something. "You're not that far from here, so why not come to the show?" He said, handing me a ticket. But not just any ticket, a fucking backstage pass. Ohhh this is what I get for being a good girl right? Coming in early was now my new favorite thing to do. The next thing I wanted to do was hug him, but I contained myself and thanked him again. Without a second beat, he walked out of the room and out of the shop completely. As soon as I heard the jingle of the door, fully aware he was out of range, I let out a cheerfull screech, jumping up a down.

I literally skipped out to my car, ignoring the abnormal gusts of wind as I hopped into the vehicle. I turned the engine over, the cap filling up with Dope, my head bobbing to the music as I raced down the street. I had to get to the house to change for the night. Working a double shift as The Pit, so I had to be sure to doll myself up for the abundance of men. More sex appeal, more tips. Little did I know I was in for one hell of a night.