Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Avenged Sevenfold
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Move Your Body
This blood pumping eagerly, these limbs thrashing and crashing, this adrenaline pounding thgouh my
My fingers are tingling and the sensation rushes and rises up my arms, spreading throughout me,
rolling down my spine.
Something's on my nose and just for a split second, it hurts.
But then it's gone and I'm stumbling over legs, I'm dancing around arms and hurling bodies.
This is amazing and I feel so alive!
I don't feel physically. I don't know that there are fists being thrown at my pretty face.
I don't know that chains are slashing my skin.
I just know that my entire body tingles and this is going to suck come tomorrow.
The crowd simmers down, but I'm still being rocked and tossed around.
I'm sweating profusely and it stains my black shirt blacker.
Cheers and claps everywhere, but I was never aware of the music.
I wait and wait but nothing happens.
The bass doesn't kick, the mic doesn't scream and legs don't kick.
“Thank you guys so much. We had a great time,” the band says.
The set seemed so short, like it just started.
They've played for forty five minutes.
I make my way outside and the cool May night air hits my face, batters my sweat soaked shirt.
I need fresh air, but I find my fingers reaching for my cigarettes and placing one between my plump
I find my Jack Daniel's Zippo, flip it open, flick the flint, light my smoke and close the lighter
all with one hand.
I inhale deeply and make a face as the smoke rolls down my lungs.
I find a little stoop and sit down, looking at the crowds of kids all over the parking lot.
Nothing's better than a cigarette after a mosh pit.
This chick Val, a great friend of mine, sits down next to me and I give her a smoke and light it for
She touches her fingertip to my nose and I can hardly feel it.
“You're bleeding,” she says as she shows me her finger, red coating the tip.
I chuckle and say, “I guess,” and she smiles and shakes her head in disapproval, but she
knows how I love everything about a pit so she just lets it go.
I flip my septum ring up into my nose so it doesn't get tugged out tonight.
She looks into my jade eyes and I smile.
I finish my smoke and stomp it out.
“I'm gonna go back in. Get a good spot.”
She nods and bids me goodbye, says she'll see me later.
Then I'm back inside and the warmth hits me like a house of bricks.
I go up the stairs, to this balcony type of thing and order a water from the guy behind the counter.
I pay and chug the water, desperate to get back to the floor.
They're called Oh Constantine and they're huge in the local scene.
I wish that my band, Avenged Sevenfold, could get that popular, too.
The first song erupts and people seem to pour from the walls.
I can't feel, but I'm flying.
Flying over peoples legs, arms, heads, everything.
My arms swing, my fist collides with something.
I wipe somebody else's sweat off my knuckles.
It makes my ears perk up with the words it says, with the promises it holds.
Agreeing yells and shouts sound. I'm one of them.
We wait until the kids in the middle of the floor, two stepping and picking up pennies and wind
Then they step over to each side.
We link arms, twelve people deep on one side, four people deep on the other, arms linked from wall
And I'm so glad that I'm in the front row.
The band realizes what we're doing and kind of seems amazed.
Like, wow, our music drives people to do this? We really must be good after all!
The two sides off the room kind of stare at each other for a minute, pulled with adrenaline, waiting
for the breakdown.
We've all seen Oh Constantine before.
And we all know it's coming.
A slight pause in the music, just for a second.
We all get ready, tightening our arms around each others.
A deep, monstrous growl sounds, like a signal to us to all start running.
The bass picks up, the drums pound, the guitar screams.
The amp sings, the demonic growl makes us run.
Like two cars in oncoming traffic, about to collide, about to morph into one.
These two walls come together, closer, closer, closer.
Our arms somehow come unlinked with the force.
They call it a Wall of Death for a reason.
I slam right into somebody and nearly go sprawling to the floor.
The only thing that stops me from doing so is somebody who picked me up.
I didn't have time to say thanks, or to even see who my savior was, because I was being thrown into
The crowd simmers down again and I'm rocked around, shouting and singing to the song.
Hell. . . this is the best time of my life.
Lame. Sucky story, sucky ending, but fuck it.
Going to a local show tomorrow and I'm pretty stoked.
They truly are where my heart is.
You haven't been in a pit?
Then go. Go now. You won't regret it.
I wish some of you guys lived where I do.
I'd love to go to a show with some of you. Seem like you'd be >crazy<.
Butt thanks so much for the reviews on my Dance With The Devil story.
I'm glad it made you shake and shiver, and I mean that in the best way possible.
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