note. Thom’s Flying V shrieked as Nigel’s voice screamed out, “We’re gonna get inside you and fill you with the metal urge!” They all cheered as the singer’s outstanding vocals grabbed them by the throat and squeezed while the instruments slammed into them, unrelenting and unapologetic. Wild Bill looked at Trevor and grinned. He never doubted that these boys would bring the new sound of heavy metal music to its knees, and they had in a way that not even Wild Bill himself could have imagined.
When the song ended the DJ let loose with a few colorful expletives, and then quickly apologized. The band laughed and heartily congratulated each other, Wild Bill, and Trevor for making such an unforgettable impression on the DJ, and hopefully, everyone else who heard their song. Almost immediately Wild Bill’s numerous phones began ringing, and he and his assistant, Clive, began rushing about like madmen to get them all answered. The high-powered suits from Trevor’s party were pleased---extremely pleased---and they were calling to offer their congratulations and suggest that Trevor arrange a press conference, and then a concert at a suitable venue as soon as possible. They wanted to make the most of their new-found sensation, cashing in while the fire was still hot.
Trevor agreed that following up the single’s release with a public appearance would not only promote Metal Urge but stir up much more interest in the band. He went to his room to make a few phone calls, bracing for the fallout when he called Beastrage to offer them a spot as the opening act for the new metal band they would soon view as serious rivals. God, he hated having to smooth ruffled feathers and stroke bruised egos.
The five members of Metal Urge stood around the console stereo, still experiencing the incredible aftershock of hearing their music on the radio at last. They were unable to fully process what had just happened except for the realization that it was far beyond bloody amazing, and their lives were about to change forever.
Chapter 9
Why was it so hard to pick up the telephone receiver and dial? Nigel pulled his hand back for the third time and sighed. He hadn’t spoken to Deanna since arriving at Glaston Hall, and there was good reason for that. Metal Urge had been working day and night to produce a song which would introduce metal music to the masses and hopefully leave them screaming for more. Judging by the reactions of Wild Bill, Trevor, and the shell shocked DJ the band had more than succeeded. He knew that Deanna was aware the two of them would be incommunicado for a while but after the release of “Metal Urge” over the radio waves tonight it was time for them to talk and for him to make a firm decision about whether or not to continue seeing her. He hated feeling so uneasy. Deanna was just a girl he had dated for a few weeks so why did the thought of hearing her voice fill him with dread? No doubt he was conflicted over his feelings for her.
That was an understatement.
Unable to easily sort out his wild, roller coaster ride feelings for the beautiful, little American, he had done some heavy soul searching and reached the conclusion that he wasn’t in love with her. But when he pictured her lovely face, the soft feel of her lips on his, and the way she smiled at him each time they met, he couldn’t deny that it sent a prickle of some indescribable emotion up and down his spine. Nigel leaned towards the square black phone, cradled his head in his hands, and rested his elbows on his knees. He imagined picking up the receiver and setting off an explosion of plastic shards and metal wires, obliterating himself and all of his niggling doubts. He hesitantly picked up the handset and dialed her number, listening as the phone bleeped on the other end like a harbinger of doom.
“I’ll get it!” Deanna shouted, and picked up the heavy handset, her heart pounding in
When the song ended the DJ let loose with a few colorful expletives, and then quickly apologized. The band laughed and heartily congratulated each other, Wild Bill, and Trevor for making such an unforgettable impression on the DJ, and hopefully, everyone else who heard their song. Almost immediately Wild Bill’s numerous phones began ringing, and he and his assistant, Clive, began rushing about like madmen to get them all answered. The high-powered suits from Trevor’s party were pleased---extremely pleased---and they were calling to offer their congratulations and suggest that Trevor arrange a press conference, and then a concert at a suitable venue as soon as possible. They wanted to make the most of their new-found sensation, cashing in while the fire was still hot.
Trevor agreed that following up the single’s release with a public appearance would not only promote Metal Urge but stir up much more interest in the band. He went to his room to make a few phone calls, bracing for the fallout when he called Beastrage to offer them a spot as the opening act for the new metal band they would soon view as serious rivals. God, he hated having to smooth ruffled feathers and stroke bruised egos.
The five members of Metal Urge stood around the console stereo, still experiencing the incredible aftershock of hearing their music on the radio at last. They were unable to fully process what had just happened except for the realization that it was far beyond bloody amazing, and their lives were about to change forever.
Chapter 9
Why was it so hard to pick up the telephone receiver and dial? Nigel pulled his hand back for the third time and sighed. He hadn’t spoken to Deanna since arriving at Glaston Hall, and there was good reason for that. Metal Urge had been working day and night to produce a song which would introduce metal music to the masses and hopefully leave them screaming for more. Judging by the reactions of Wild Bill, Trevor, and the shell shocked DJ the band had more than succeeded. He knew that Deanna was aware the two of them would be incommunicado for a while but after the release of “Metal Urge” over the radio waves tonight it was time for them to talk and for him to make a firm decision about whether or not to continue seeing her. He hated feeling so uneasy. Deanna was just a girl he had dated for a few weeks so why did the thought of hearing her voice fill him with dread? No doubt he was conflicted over his feelings for her.
That was an understatement.
Unable to easily sort out his wild, roller coaster ride feelings for the beautiful, little American, he had done some heavy soul searching and reached the conclusion that he wasn’t in love with her. But when he pictured her lovely face, the soft feel of her lips on his, and the way she smiled at him each time they met, he couldn’t deny that it sent a prickle of some indescribable emotion up and down his spine. Nigel leaned towards the square black phone, cradled his head in his hands, and rested his elbows on his knees. He imagined picking up the receiver and setting off an explosion of plastic shards and metal wires, obliterating himself and all of his niggling doubts. He hesitantly picked up the handset and dialed her number, listening as the phone bleeped on the other end like a harbinger of doom.
“I’ll get it!” Deanna shouted, and picked up the heavy handset, her heart pounding in
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