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I'm The One Who Waits For You...; Metallica, Iron Maiden, James/OFC
Topic Started: November 24, 2009, 5:26 pm (66,450 Views)
jØrdan
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Ugh :heart:
I finally finished it! That was so fuckin beautiful I don't even know what to say!
I'm so sad that was the last update before the end :( OMG... my teenage hormones are raging in happiness. I feel so cheesy right now.
2 broken pieces are united as one :splat: *dead*




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Olyamet
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Jäger.....

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Thank you girls so much!!!
I'm working on Epilogue, but there is two thing stopping me from posting it.
I promise, to tell you why as soon as I be able to post it.
LOVE YOU ALL!!!
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Met77star
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<------ Dead.

Promise me you'll never stop writing. To always be writing something. Because what flows from your mind is greatness. Magic.
I have to go dry my eyes now. And try to avoid more salty water appearing.
But let me say first: I haven't commented on this before, bc I've always been behind, but I'll comment on the last part. The James unravelled, exposed and ready to give in, followed by their reunion? I could TOTALLY feel it! It was so real I almost felt the cold water!

Tissue. Now.
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Olyamet
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August 12, 2011, 6:08 pm
<------ Dead.

Promise me you'll never stop writing. To always be writing something. Because what flows from your mind is greatness. Magic.
I have to go dry my eyes now. And try to avoid more salty water appearing.
But let me say first: I haven't commented on this before, bc I've always been behind, but I'll comment on the last part. The James unravelled, exposed and ready to give in, followed by their reunion? I could TOTALLY feel it! It was so real I almost felt the cold water!

Tissue. Now.
Jill!!! :heart: :heart: :heart:

Thank you so much! It means a lot to me to hear, that people like my scribbles!
You made my day!
Thank you! :heart: :heart: :heart:
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SlayingTheDreamer
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god, finally I got time to read it all, I won't go to details to much cos it would take to much time to express my fascination by your writing skills :o
I absolutely love love love it! :heart: :heart:
and as the Met77star already said, you can feel everything that's written and that's the main point of writing.
I can't wait to read your epilogue, cos they're usually my fav part of every story :biggrin
Olya you are such a great writer, and I see where your inspiration comes from, metallica is truly an inspiration :heart:
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Jäger.....

Okay girls, my first born fic is finally over. I'd like to thank you all for following me on this journey. Thank you all for reading, for taking your time, and leaving great comments. That meant so much to me! I love you all so much!!!
:heart: :heart: :heart:


Now... let me share something with you. Boy, I feel like I'm a grandmother waiting for the grandchild of my baby to be born!

I'm happy to tell you all that Bo (tuesday's gone) is writing a spin off from this fiction. It will be a continuation of Jason's story line, from where I left him, all heart broken and leaving Metallica. You've all read Bo's comments, you know she's amazing. So you know it will be an AWESOME story!
She's working on it right now and as soon as she works her nerves, she will start posting it.



And now, the End....










XXXXVI. We'll never stop, we'll never quit!




Epilogue.





(Angel's POV)



As soon as I returned from Kat's room to our bedroom, James greeted me with a worried face. “Is she okay?”

I sat on the bed with a sigh. “She will be... God I feel so bad...”

“Angel, it's not your fault that some teenage boy has your posters all over his room, at least he has good taste in music... plus, I can't blame him. I want to fucking kill him, but...”

“She really liked that boy...”

“Now I want to kill him even more, she's fourteen and he's what, two years older? I'm glad it all turned out that way, too early for her to have a boyfriend.”

“James Alan Hetfield! Tell me, what did you do when you were fourteen? Tell me you didn't have a crush on some girl and didn't try to ask her out.”

“ I didn't... I mean I did, but was turned down.”

“Aawww, poor baby! I bet she's kicking herself now.” I laid down and buried my face in James' neck.

“It was my first crush and I got over it, Kat will too.”

“I feel bad for ruining it for her.”

“Not your fault, I don't get why you feeling bad.”

“You will get it... give it a few more years, wait till our boys grow up and find your posters in their girls' rooms. Then, you'll get it.”

“Oh, please, they will find something like Bon Jovi in there, or someone their own age, some popstar, not me. I was never the pretty boy that girls liked, not even when I was young.”

“You're kidding right? You're hot!”

“For the girls our sons age I'll be just some old fart.”

“Old fart? In four-five years? God, James, you have no idea how hot you are do you?”

“Hot? Me? Cool, and not too ugly, maybe. Singing like a drunk sailor, but sounding okay, maybe. Playing guitar like a devil, definitely. I'll take that, but not hot.”

“Are you kidding me? It goes like this: You are the essence of cool. You sing like a Devil, and you play guitar like a God. Your smile can melt an iceberg, your blue eyes make bad girls lose their witty tongue, and your dirty smirk makes good girls wish they were bad. When you step out on that stage, there is no woman in the audience that doesn't wish for a few moments alone with you. But... it's not even that... it's what you have here.” I placed my hand on my husband's chest. “Your big heart, women can sense it. They know that under this shell of a bad boy there is a big heart of a real man, not a made up, makeup covered, make belief puppet.”

“You're just saying that 'cuz you love me.” My husband murmured, hiding his wicked smile.

“Nope, I'll say this because I love you: I can't thank God enough for you, I can't imagine my life without you. I wouldn't change one thing in my life from the point I met you. None of it. You are my love, my life, my soul-mate, my everything.”

“Same here.” James pulled me closer, burying his face in my neck. “You're my Angel.”

My lips found his, the heat of his body warming up my blood and leaving it tingling with happiness. The tenderness of the kiss turned into passion, then to hunger. Our bodies answered the need, craving more, hands blindly searched skin, leaving it burning with want. Desire splashed us together, filling the room with moans and whispers. Each other's names flew from our lips, and fire of passion swallowed our minds, taking over our bodies.


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James was peacefully snoring by my side with his arm over my waist, and I carefully pulled away. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't stop thinking about tomorrow. I slowly stood up, throwing my robe on and grabbing my phone, stepping out of the bedroom and making my way in the darkness of the house to the living room. I pushed redial and froze, listening to it ring, it didn't take long to hear the familiar voice of my accomplice.

“It's three-twenty in the focking morning.”

“Sorry... I just...”

“You're shitting bricks aren't you?”

“Kind of...”

“Angel... you have been on stage like, a focking gazillion times! And we rehearsed it all month!”

“Can we just use that script we were fooling James with and play Orion instead? Please... I can't... I never sang before, not like this...”

“You sound great, better than great. Me and all other guys agreed on that! You got your focking brother's voice, what are you worried about?”

“Lars...”

“Stop it. We go as planned, now stop whining about it and sleep, I'll see you tomorrow, I mean today.”

“Okay... but if I suck I'm blaming you, since it was all your idea.”

“Deal. Now let me focking sleep.”


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May 03, 2003. Universal City, CA. MTV Icon.



Sum 41 started Bells and I was surprised at their performance, the only thing that made me cringe a little was the voice. It was so odd to hear the well known words with a different sound. Then Enter Sandman hit the audience, the screen on the left side lightening up, pulling everyone's attention. The Icon logo changed one square at the time, with the faces of my boys appearing in it's place. When the last square showed the tense face of Rob, I felt a pin in my heart and sighed. It should've been Jason...

There was nothing wrong with Rob, he seemed to fit great with guys, his bass style was perfect, and all together he was a great guy, friendly, easy to get along with, but... he wasn't Jason. I sighed again and stood up with the rest of the people when the sound of Master of Puppets flooded the venue. The screen crept up, letting the band of honor step forward and my sad thoughts melted away in the roar of the fans. Clapping my hands and smiling wide, I almost teared up with pride, watching James walk on the stage in the company of his brothers.

“Obey your Masters!” My scream joined in with the rest of the people, throwing both hands in the air with devil horns.

The guys made their way to their seats of honor after greeting their fans, and the history of Metallica took over the screens. I waited for the cameras to turn away from the band and quickly stood up, giving James a hug from behind and whispering into his ear.

“I'm so proud of you baby!” He turned for a quick kiss and I slid down to my seat, right behind him, when the camera man turned in our direction. The lights dimmed, pulling everyone's attention to the screen, and the history of Metallica started to unfold. The pin in my heart came back with Lars' words.

“I think what is so weird about it, or ironic or even sad, is Jason Newsted's model for what he wanted Metallica to be, is basically the Metallica that exists now. Maybe he was like a sacrificial lamb for that to happen.”

Jason's face took over screen and my heart sunk, bringing tears to my eyes. His words, his sad face.

“I knew that that was my last performance with Metallica, appropriately the song was Fade to Black.”

The story about rehab followed, the story we agreed to go public with. Nothing too personal was ever to be revealed, that was the theme of Metallica and my band. No dirty laundry to wave around, nothing to pull the public view away from our music. No mug shots, no pictures of us passed out in bathrooms, no groupies flaunting around with their stories. We weren't the kinds of bands who wanted publicity at any cost. My thoughts where interrupted with the words of the host, the show continued and Avril took the stage, singing Fuel.

“So weird to hear it sung by a girl.” James turned to me and I stood up from my seat, stepping closer to my husband, smiling.

“She's not that bad.”

“You sing it better in the shower.” He smiled back and turned his attention back to the stage.

I sat back once again and bit my lip. Okay... we'll see what you think when it's time for my surprise. I hid a wicked smile and returned my eyes to the stage. While the next part of Metallica's history played on the screen, I felt a little wave of anxiety. What if I suck? Oh... shit... My hands moistened and I rubbed them on my legs, but they just slid on the leather. I moved them under me on the seat, trying my best to hide my nervous state. Oh, God, please don't let me suck... What was I thinking when I agreed to do this! Fuck!

Snoop Dogg with Sad But True was changed by another lesson in history of the greatest metal band. My tension subsided when I saw audience singing the words, rap style. Maybe it won't be so bad... the fans love that song... oh, dear God, help me...The next part of their history unveiled on the screens and then the lights flickered, the noise of war filled the venue, and the next band appeared on stage. Flawless notes floated around, a soft voice followed, and I almost gasped when Jonathan growled the next part. I looked at James, he was rocking his head, clearly enjoying it, Lars was air drumming to the sound. The whole band and audience was taken back by the amazing performance of One, my all time favorite song. When Korn was done, I stood up, clapping, and saw James rise as well to show his approval.

Another part of Metallica's history started and my anxiety came back. After that awesome performance by Korn, I started to have even more doubts. They were great, the greatest I ever heard in the history of bands trying to sing cover songs from Metallica. To follow that... fuck... I can't change it... it's in the script... I have to come out on that stage... oh... God... I felt Kat's hand on my arm.

“Mom, you'll do great, don't worry.”

“I hope so... you know singing is not my thing...”

“Dad will love it. He still doesn't know does he?”

“Nope, he has no idea what's coming.”

Jim Breuer took over the stage, and I couldn't even laugh at the jokes of my friend, too deep in my worry. Shit.. I'm so nervous... Lars turned, giving me a cheeky smile and winking at me. Oh... crap... I felt my legs shaking and pulled them under my seat. What the fuck was I thinking! Acoustic guitars... my voice will dominate them.. everyone will hear every note... I never sang on the stage, ever! It's one thing to scream with Bruce, backing up his voice... fuck, fuck, fuck! Okay... breathe, the cue to get into position is coming... no way to back out now. Dear God, don't let me suck...





(James' POV)




The lights dimmed and I prepared to see Iron Maiden's cover of Orion, which was coming next, but instead I heard the soft melody of acoustic guitar. Sound flooded the venue and the light slowly highlighted two figures on high chairs. Wait.. that's... not... that's... I saw my Angel and Adrian at her side with another guitar in his hands.

The melody intertwined, continued, and my wife's eyes slowly rose up from the strings and stopped on me. Her lips neared the mic and her clear voice brought me to my feet.

“So close, no matter how far. Couldn't be much more from the heart. Forever trusting who we are and nothing else matters. Never opened myself this way, life is ours, we live it our way. All these words I don't just say, and nothing else matters.” Her voice reached all the way to my heart, our eyes held the gaze, and my hand flew up to my chest as her voice got stronger.

“Trust I seek and I find in you. Every day for us something new. Open mind for a different view, and nothing else matters.”

The fans joined her, the whole venue standing with their hands up in the air, moving with the music.

“Never cared for what they do, never cared for what they know, and I know.”

I stood there connected with my Angel with the invisible tie of our love, my heart singing with her, and my lips moving to repeat the words.

“So close, no matter how far. Couldn't be much more from the heart. Forever trusting who we are and nothing else matters. Never cared for what they do, never cared for what they know, and I know.”

The music continued to play and in the corner of my eye I saw someone moving at my side. Kat's smiled, putting something in my hand, and my fingers gripped at the microphone as I pulled it up to my lips. Angel smiled at me and I stepped forward, walking to the stage and singing the next words.

“I never opened myself this way, life is ours, we live it our way. All these words I don't just say, and nothing else matters. Trust I seek and I find in you. Every day for us something new. Open mind for a different view, and nothing else matters. I never cared for things they say, never cared for games they play, never cared for what they do, never cared for what they know, and I know. Yeah!”

Angel stood up, pushing the stand with the acoustic guitar away and revealing the guitar I proposed to her with under it. She smiled at me, stepping back and bursting into the solo.

I came from behind her, lowering my mic and breathing out a whisper into her ear.

“I love you...”

“Happy anniversary baby, I hope you remember... what happened fifteen years ago...”

“You called me an asshole... and saved me...”

“We saved each other...”

“Happy anniversary, Angel.”

When the solo was over, she pushed her guitar behind her back, turning to me and pulling my hand with the microphone up to our lips as Adrian played.

“So close, no matter how far, couldn't be much more from the heart. Forever trusting who we are, no, nothing else matters.”

We just stood there, looking into each others eyes, lost in our love. The music faded away and Angel gave me a kiss on the cheek, stepping back under the crowd's screams. The curtain slowly went up, revealing Lars' drum set, and Kirk stepped out from the side of the stage, smiling, someone handed me my guitar. They all knew, they all planned this without me! Angel winked at me, waiting for the audience to quiet down and turned with the mic in her hand.

“The band who emerged in Los Angeles between the spandex and makeup covered dominating pretty boys. The band who dared not to tease their hair, who dared not to sing 'oh, baby' in every song. The band who brought metal back to what it is suppose to be. Four regular guys in tee shirts, jeans, skull crushing sound, here to kill 'em all, and they changed metal forever. One of the greatest bands of all time. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm proud to present to you, Metallica!”

My Angel smiled at me and went off the stage as riff of Hit The Lights came ripping from under my fingers. Lars hit the drums and Kirk joined our crazy rhythm.

“Yeaaah!” My lungs pushed out while the music devoured me completely. Here we go!




THE END. :heart:



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Edit: The spin off with Jason story continue, written by mt dear friend Bo.

The Reason Is You.
http://s11.zetaboards.com/Metallichicks/topic/7429093/1/#new
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I loved it.. the perfect ending!

And i loooved the description of him.. so true ;)
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Ahhh! I loved it! The Absolute perfect ending
Oh and she sang NEM :wub:
Couldn't have been better Olya
LOVE U! :heart: :heart: :heart: :horns:
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Ohhh, what a sweet Happy End!!! :tu:

I had so much fun reading this awesome story - Posted Image for writing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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It's such a perfect ending. Everything in it works. Everything fits perfectly.
Hell, I even LOVED Lars in this part!!!

Structurally it's a wonderful wrap-up. Their little girl has grown and is having love problems. They still love each other, even more than they did before, enjoying peace after the storm.

Then of course there is this asifyouaskedme kind of summary of James, which blew me off completely and made me nod my head in approval with every next word! :heart: So we get James seen by an outsider. Then we get James seen by his wife, his soul mate. And we also get the reason why they survived through the storm. And why we all read this story biting our nails with every new chapter.

And then an epic Lars episode. I love what you did with him in this fic. He is just a perfect instrument to get things going, with his pompous pragmatism.

And finally, they are all back where they are truly at ease, doing what they do best. Again asifyouaskedme kind of description of Rob and a painful reminder of Jason's absence, Lars pinning it, a sacrificial lamb indeed.

The description of her jitters is a perfect example of your skills. I felt it, I was there, with her, all anxious.
And finally, the grand finale (with a nice touch with Adrian), the ultimate love song, lived through, tested and proven by life, shared by them through invisible bond and the microphone they sing it into, so sweetly handed to him by their daughter, the fruit of their tree.
Beautiful. Warm, emotional, perfect.

Thank you granny :biggrin , for this wonderful piece of fiction. It will be difficult to follow up on that!
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August 16, 2011, 10:30 am
It's such a perfect ending. Everything in it works. Everything fits perfectly.
Hell, I even LOVED Lars in this part!!!

Structurally it's a wonderful wrap-up. Their little girl has grown and is having love problems. They still love each other, even more than they did before, enjoying peace after the storm.

Then of course there is this asifyouaskedme kind of summary of James, which blew me off completely and made me nod my head in approval with every next word! :heart: So we get James seen by an outsider. Then we get James seen by his wife, his soul mate. And we also get the reason why they survived through the storm. And why we all read this story biting our nails with every new chapter.

And then an epic Lars episode. I love what you did with him in this fic. He is just a perfect instrument to get things going, with his pompous pragmatism.

And finally, they are all back where they are truly at ease, doing what they do best. Again asifyouaskedme kind of description of Rob and a painful reminder of Jason's absence, Lars pinning it, a sacrificial lamb indeed.

The description of her jitters is a perfect example of your skills. I felt it, I was there, with her, all anxious.
And finally, the grand finale (with a nice touch with Adrian), the ultimate love song, lived through, tested and proven by life, shared by them through invisible bond and the microphone they sing it into, so sweetly handed to him by their daughter, the fruit of their tree.
Beautiful. Warm, emotional, perfect.

Thank you granny :biggrin , for this wonderful piece of fiction. It will be difficult to follow up on that!
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Thanks girls!!!
It was a pleasure to write this story!

@ Bo. Right, with your writing skills, that you showing us in your comments, are you kidding me? I know what's coming and I know it's going to be awesome!!! I can't wait!!! :heart: :heart: :heart:
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Beautiful!!! Amazing!!!! :horns: :heart:

I'm touched ... And sad for the end ... But I know that Bo will continue writing this story in a incredible way. :)

Wonderful, Olya .. Wonderful........ :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart:
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This part? “Are you kidding me? It goes like this: You are the essence of cool. You sing like a Devil, and you play guitar like a God. Your smile can melt an iceberg, your blue eyes make bad girls lose their witty tongue, and your dirty smirk makes good girls wish they were bad. When you step out on that stage, there is no woman in the audience that doesn't wish for a few moments alone with you. But... it's not even that... it's what you have here.” I placed my hand on my husband's chest. “Your big heart, women can sense it. They know that under this shell of a bad boy there is a big heart of a real man, not a made up, makeup covered, make belief puppet.”

That's like what I would tell James about himself if I'd ever get the chance. And yeah. I cried. Again.

Like I said. Greatness.

Thank you for writing this fic!!! :heart: :heart: :heart:
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^^^ I know! That part is what I think of him and I'm sure all of us James girls think the same!

Thank Lenne and Jill!!!!!
Your comments just made my day!!!
Thanks for reading and thanks for loving this story!
And yes, Bo's story will be following and it will be great!
Thanks again to all of you readers!
Thanks for your comments, here in PMs and in the e-mails! I got them all and I thankful to all of you, Metchicks members and guests!
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I still love this story! I had to re-read the ending again before I gave you a review. This was absolutely beautiful from beginning to end, a total labour of love. Thank you so much for this, it's a great tale.
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