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| Tears of Nightfall; James is bored of his personal life - until he meets a beautiful Scarlett, but how will their story end? | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: June 11, 2012, 12:42 pm (442 Views) | |
| Enter the sandman | June 11, 2012, 12:42 pm Post #1 |
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Bad Seed
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James POV ( in studio recording the black album) Tick tock In the silence of the room, the clock was the only object in the room that made any sound, apart from Lars snoring on the couch. I sighed. I was so bored with recording this album. I mean, I was looking forward to finishing it and experiencing that proud feeling I got whenever Metallica finished another album, don't get me wrong , but this was taking to long. I wanted to feel that now , but instead I was stuck in this stupid studio... STILL. It seemed like it was taking forever. However, it wasn't all bad! We did have a lot of laughs in the studio and we all enjoyed pissing off Bob Rock! I just didn't want it all to drag on like it was. Maybe it wasnt recording the album that was making me feel this way. Maybe it was my life itself. I never had any excitement or adventures outside of the band. Kirk and Lars has been married, divorced and shit and what have I done? Nothing. I didn't even love my girlfriend, Lola. I just loved the idea of a girlfiend who was hot and spicey and who could make all my mates jealous of me. Mean, I know , but I couldn't help it. Jason was in love with his girlfriend Anna ,I could tell. She was a sexy blonde with curves in all the right places - but she was a fucking bitch at times. Kirk ex wife, Rebecca, was a beautiful raven haired slag. She was always high on coke and smelt of fags and booze. She was a right slut. I was happy that kirk had finally managed to break free from her! I must have been so deep in thoughts that I started to drop off to sleep too. "JAMES!" I heard Bob call from the other room. "Yes Bob?" I sighed and reluctantly stood to my feet and entered the next room. |
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| Shayniz21 | June 11, 2012, 8:38 pm Post #2 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Keep going this is good! I like your choice of words by the way!! |
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| Enter the sandman | June 12, 2012, 3:20 pm Post #3 |
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Bad Seed
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Thanks ^ ^ Ive never written a story before, so i hope it turns out ok!Scarlett POV A few months later when the black album is finished. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- " You STUPID prick! I hate you so much!! I cant even BARE to look at you! DONT ever speak to me again! " I yelled as my face turned pink. My stupid boyfriend - he had been at it again hadnt he. Always going behind my back, getting into any kind of trouble he could. I'd had enough - enough of everything. Whats worse he lied to my face! He actually lied to my face about it, even though my best friend Rosangela caught him red handed! He didnt even have a look of guilt in his eyes. Oh well, shows how much i meant to him! " Rosangela is just jealous Scarlett! Dont listen to ...." SLAM Before he could even finish his sentence, i slammed the door to the hotel room and snuggled up on the sofa. Then it came to me. What if it was me? What if i was the reason he behaved that way? Was i not attractive enough? Was i not satisfactory? I burst into tears at the thought. I needed comfort! I quickly grabbed The black album from my bag and placed the disk into the cd player. Metallicas music began to play. " Ahhh, so much better" I sighed, relieved. For those of you who dont know me, I am a BIG Metallica fan. They are the best! Always will be. My favourite though, has to be James Hetfield. Such a gorgeous man. His long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes made me want to scream. In a good way - of course (Duh), unlike my stupid ex boyfriend Pete, who was still baging the door, demanding i let him in. His hair was a mouse type colour, he had a big nose and tiny eyes. He wasnt even attractive, he just thought he was. I looked in the mirror. Was i attractive? I had long, curly red hair and forest green eyes. My nose was small but my lips were actually quite full , which surprised me, i never really realised. This was probably because Pete knocked my confidence and made me dread looking in the mirror. I was so scared i would find another thing to pick out of myself again. I hated my life. I had dreams, when i was little. Dreams that I, one day , would become a rock star that everyone knew and loved. One that, instead of being cheated on, would have guys queing up to... Well, i dont know. But I never thought i would turn out to be this. I worked as a shopkeeper. " A shopkeeper." I whispered with a sigh. A few hours later I was in bed, trying to sleep ( but failing ), when i suddenly heard shouting from the hallway. You know, the aggressive kind of shouting. It was kind of like when i was shouting at Pete, but this was worse. Way worse. It was a female and a male who were arguing. Most likely relationship problems. At one point i thought it was me, dreaming about Pete and I and todays events. But the females voice was too high for it to be mine. I sound pathetic, i know. But I was going crazy. I felt like i was stuck in a shell. I WAS stuck in a shell. It was my mind. If only you understood. Well, i hope you dont, to be honest - for your own sake. After 15 minutes of the earsplitting ranting, i decided i'd had quite sufficient of it. I charged out of the bed room and then flung the door to the hallway wide open. " LOOK! There are people who are trying to sleep in this hotel you know! Do you have to make a complete show of yoursel..." I stopped in disbelief. Was that? No, it couldnt be. But..but it was! It was James Hetflied! That must have been his girlfriend... bitch. Play it cool, Scarlett. Just act cool, calm and relaxed. Dont smother him in hugs and kisses, as much as you want to. " Oh... Im very sorry, Mr Hetfield. Please forgive me! I didnt realise!" I squeeked. Fail. James started laughing and then, unbelievably, winked at me flirtatiously. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Just a little post so u can get to know who Scarlett is Edited by Enter the sandman, June 12, 2012, 4:22 pm.
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| Shayniz21 | June 12, 2012, 5:41 pm Post #4 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Oh you cant stop there!!! More soon please!!! |
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Ive never written a story before, so i hope it turns out ok!

8:49 PM Jul 10