Anonymous Tue 11 Jun 2024 15:31:19 No.66515110 Report

>>66515010
Adult Trish (E4 version) bumps into E2 Fang.

Anonymous Tue 11 Jun 2024 17:08:06 No.66516899 Report

>>66515110
>I take a large swig of beer. Stood up by that Leopleurodon fuck. Like hell I'm gonna let him sour my mood. This shitty little pizza place out near Skin Row is wild, already seen a fight and apparently there's a live performance every few days. Another large swig of beer and a couple bites from this horrid herbi pizza. The pizza was probably a mistake. I spy out of the corner of my eye that someone has come up on stage. It's dark everywhere but the stage and it's easy to see them. A ptero girl, covered in tats and looking rather underfed. A twinge of familiarity strikes me.
>Surely it's not them. Surely. They hit it big, moved out to somewhere else and are doing coke off a stippers chest. They're not playing the shittiest venue looking like they're on the verge of death. I squint my eyes. It's Fang.
>Fuck. Fuck no. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I watch in horror as they speak into the mic. Face barely any hint of life. Voice deeper and rougher.
>"Hello Pizza Time. I'm Fang and this is Silver Dreams." they lazily wave to their bandmates. Fang's even cut their hair down to nothing. God why?
>The set starts. Fang playing bass still. It's like my entire world was flipped upside down. They hated this. Their face and body devoid of any hope, any soul. It almost makes me vomit. I have to look away. I pay my bill at the bar and step out front. Pulling a cig out to try to hold down my dinner. It doesn't work and I'm letting my insides out behind the dumpster in the alley.
>Did I do this? A wave of self hatred crushes me. I barely manage to hold on. I stagger back to the front of the joint. I need to speak to them. I head back to my car, grabbing a bottle of water and rinsing my mouth out. Double checking to make sure I've not stained this suit and I head back in. The set is still going on. I meet the bartender.
>"There a chance I can meet the band after the set?"
cont.

Anonymous Tue 11 Jun 2024 17:17:08 No.66517106 Report

Quoted By: >>66517251

>>66516899
>He cocks an eyebrow up at me. "Wow, an actual fan. They'll love to hear it. I'll let you backstage in about fifteen minutes." he nods at me, returning to his shift.
>I sit idly by and play with my phone, the drone of the band a sickly background to my nervous scrolling. No apology from the dickhead who stood me up. I quickly block his number and check the time again. Seems like it's time.
>I stand and the bartender notices. He quickly steps out and pushes a door open into the back.
>"They'll be done in about 5 minutes. Don't do anything stupid." he warns
>I nod at him and step into the back rooms. It's just and dingy as the front, if not more so.
>I find the practice room door easily, it's labeled. I step inside and take it in. Horrid. Destroyed couch, walls scratched and chipped. No paint just raw brick. The true rock star life.
>I make my way over to the couch and find a particularly not horrible spot and settle in. The drink smoothing my nerves.
>I hear the door being pushed open and I spring to my feet. It's one of the other members. A gray raptor guy, short with shoulder length black hair.
>"O-oh shit do we owe you money or something?" His face pulled up into fear. I guess the suit is a bit intimidating.
>The other two members step in, Fang and a pimply anklyo guy. Fang notices me and their entire face drops.
>"...Trish?" Fang speaks to me, voice low and surprised.
>"You know her?" The anklyo asks Fang
>"Y-yeah, highschool friend." Fang says, flinching at the words.
>"Uh hi, Fang. Mind if we talk?" I make a pass at getting the band separated. Fang nods and shoos the other two out. They eye me up and down as they go, curiosity getting the better of them.
>Now that we're alone I speak, no need to be a baby about this.
>"You...you okay?" I don't bother asking if they're doing well. The answer is clear.
>I don't get a response, just Fang pointing their gaze at the floor.
>"You've... been here the entire time?" I slowly ask
cont.

Anonymous Tue 11 Jun 2024 17:24:53 No.66517251 Report

Quoted By: >>66517292

>>66517106
>A nod of confirmation. Oh god no.
>"Fang?" I try to get them to look at me. They do. Shame and guilt. Pain and regret. Not a single happy emotion behind those dark eyes. I threaten to vomit again. I keep hold.
>I consider offering a hand, offering help. They won't accept it. I know how they are. I can do nothing but sit here and watch them suffer.
>"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." my voice starts to crack.
>I can't bring myself to say any more. We both already know exactly what's happened. Fang sniffles as a couple of heavy tears stream down their face, landing quietly on the floor.
>I quickly grab a pen and paper out of my purse, writing down my number. I hand the paper to Fang, desperate for any line I can send to them, any help I can offer whether they take it or not.
>"My number. If you need to talk, or anything. Just... just call... please." my voice trails to nothing at the last word.
>Fang barely acknowledges the paper in their hands. I have so much I want to say to them. I want to tell them it will be okay, that I'm here. I cannot do that. I'm not even sure if we're friends anymore.
>We stand in awkward silence another few seconds before I can't bear it any longer.
>"I'm... going to go. Please... please talk to me."
>Fang looks at me with eyes devoid of any emotion. It's like they're not even alive anymore. I can't bear it any more and storm out. I make it out the back door and end up at my car. I break, sobbing heavily.

Fin. Painful

>>66517097
I save all I write locally so they're not lost so long as I'm still here.

>>66515107
Next up, break first.