conversation or interaction with any of the other band members.
Thom was an extremely good-looking bloke who was used to more than his fair share of attention from the ladies. With his long, thick mane of honey blonde hair, and impossibly blue eyes framed by lashes most women would kill for, it was easy for Thom to flash a dimpled smile at some hapless female and remain confident that before the night was over he would be carving another notch into his bedpost.
Brad and Alistair both agreed that this was different. If love at first sight actually existed, then Thom, without a doubt, had fallen in love with Deanna Darmody the moment he laid eyes on her. Poor sod. They both thought it necessary to have a little chat with Thom before matters really got out of hand. The band was at Glaston Hall to create the record that would determine their fate, and hopefully change all of their lives for the better, not to brawl like a bunch of common yobs at a football match. They believed they could reason with their band mate and the outcome would be far more amicable than Thom and Nigel tearing into one another; especially over Nigel’s girlfriend. When they were sure they had the situation sussed out, Brad clapped Alistair on the shoulder and started to leave. He opened the door just a crack and peeked out to make sure the coast was clear. Hearing faint voices down the hall, he gestured for Alistair to follow him. Nigel and Thom stood outside of Thom’s bedroom, apparently in a heated discussion although they were trying to keep their voices down. Both men were pointing and gesturing, followed by macho posturing, then a few rude gestures to emphasize their vulgar epithets.
Brad looked at Alistair and whispered that he could almost smell the testosterone wafting from the two wanks having a go at each other down the hall. Alistair covered his mouth and frowned at Brad for almost making him laugh which would have certainly alerted Nigel and Thom to their presence creating an even bigger fracas.
The quarrel ended after Thom lifted two fingers and thrust them into Nigel’s face with an audible “Fuck you” before going into his room and slamming the door. Nigel started to knock but backed off. He laid his hands against the door and took a few deep breaths. After a moment or two, he pushed away from the door and stalked towards his bedroom, his anger palpable in the quiet hallway.
Alistair and Brad looked at each other and shrugged helplessly. There went the “little chat” idea. Now all they could do was wait to see how this hormone fueled drama played out.
****
To everyone’s immense relief, the following days went smoothly, the band performing like seasoned pros.
Wild Bill offered invaluable advice and support; critiquing but never criticizing their music or ideas, and by the close of week two at Glaston Hall, Metal Urge had created what would soon prove to be an extremely successful single.
Trevor fairly danced with glee. Just as he had predicted, Metal Urge were about to sky rocket to the stars, and explode on the metal scene, showering him with oodles of cash. He was so delighted, he no longer cared about Deanna, or Maggi’s failure to keep him informed of her stupid blonde friend’s position as Nigel’s bitch. The band had surprised him with their consummate professionalism. He laughed when it occurred to him that they wouldn’t know what that meant, but somehow they instinctively knew how to act accordingly and that was all that mattered.
After receiving a call from a local radio station, the members of Metal Urge, Wild Bill, and Trevor gathered around Wild Bill’s huge console stereo which was connected to concert sized speakers for maximum enjoyment, to listen to the first airing of their single, “Metal Urge.” As the song burst forth in a frenzy of drums and shredding guitars, the reverberation was so powerful they felt their bodies vibrate with every
Thom was an extremely good-looking bloke who was used to more than his fair share of attention from the ladies. With his long, thick mane of honey blonde hair, and impossibly blue eyes framed by lashes most women would kill for, it was easy for Thom to flash a dimpled smile at some hapless female and remain confident that before the night was over he would be carving another notch into his bedpost.
Brad and Alistair both agreed that this was different. If love at first sight actually existed, then Thom, without a doubt, had fallen in love with Deanna Darmody the moment he laid eyes on her. Poor sod. They both thought it necessary to have a little chat with Thom before matters really got out of hand. The band was at Glaston Hall to create the record that would determine their fate, and hopefully change all of their lives for the better, not to brawl like a bunch of common yobs at a football match. They believed they could reason with their band mate and the outcome would be far more amicable than Thom and Nigel tearing into one another; especially over Nigel’s girlfriend. When they were sure they had the situation sussed out, Brad clapped Alistair on the shoulder and started to leave. He opened the door just a crack and peeked out to make sure the coast was clear. Hearing faint voices down the hall, he gestured for Alistair to follow him. Nigel and Thom stood outside of Thom’s bedroom, apparently in a heated discussion although they were trying to keep their voices down. Both men were pointing and gesturing, followed by macho posturing, then a few rude gestures to emphasize their vulgar epithets.
Brad looked at Alistair and whispered that he could almost smell the testosterone wafting from the two wanks having a go at each other down the hall. Alistair covered his mouth and frowned at Brad for almost making him laugh which would have certainly alerted Nigel and Thom to their presence creating an even bigger fracas.
The quarrel ended after Thom lifted two fingers and thrust them into Nigel’s face with an audible “Fuck you” before going into his room and slamming the door. Nigel started to knock but backed off. He laid his hands against the door and took a few deep breaths. After a moment or two, he pushed away from the door and stalked towards his bedroom, his anger palpable in the quiet hallway.
Alistair and Brad looked at each other and shrugged helplessly. There went the “little chat” idea. Now all they could do was wait to see how this hormone fueled drama played out.
****
To everyone’s immense relief, the following days went smoothly, the band performing like seasoned pros.
Wild Bill offered invaluable advice and support; critiquing but never criticizing their music or ideas, and by the close of week two at Glaston Hall, Metal Urge had created what would soon prove to be an extremely successful single.
Trevor fairly danced with glee. Just as he had predicted, Metal Urge were about to sky rocket to the stars, and explode on the metal scene, showering him with oodles of cash. He was so delighted, he no longer cared about Deanna, or Maggi’s failure to keep him informed of her stupid blonde friend’s position as Nigel’s bitch. The band had surprised him with their consummate professionalism. He laughed when it occurred to him that they wouldn’t know what that meant, but somehow they instinctively knew how to act accordingly and that was all that mattered.
After receiving a call from a local radio station, the members of Metal Urge, Wild Bill, and Trevor gathered around Wild Bill’s huge console stereo which was connected to concert sized speakers for maximum enjoyment, to listen to the first airing of their single, “Metal Urge.” As the song burst forth in a frenzy of drums and shredding guitars, the reverberation was so powerful they felt their bodies vibrate with every
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