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Sick Guitarists and Pissy Reporters	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Avenged Sevenfold. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Avenged Sevenfold. What the hell did I know about Avenged Sevenfold? Absolutely jackshit. My editor walked in while I was working overtime yesterday and informed me that I would have to be the one to cover their interview because Mark decided to get married. Well fuck him. All I knew about the guys in Avenged were what I had read from other reporters; they seemed cocky, chauvinistic, and immature. But I had to play nice, their interviews sold magazines and this could be the big break I needed to finally get out in the field more.

The interview had been originally scheduled for ten o’ clock in the morning but the band had pushed it back because one of their guitarists was sick. Whoopee. Now I not only had to interview a band I didn’t really like and didn’t know anything about I was also running the risk of catching Ebola or something. Have I told you how much I love my job?

It was twelve thirty; the interview was now scheduled to start at one o’ clock so I had a little bit of time to get myself put together. I pulled down the sun visor and flipped open the mirror; my French braid was still smooth and behaving, I checked my eyes and tried to soften the cold sky blue to a my more welcoming ocean blue and tried to cover the annoyance, lipstick was still in place and my mascara hadn’t smudged. I flipped the visor closed satisfied with my face and then adjusted my royal purple button up top and made sure my black dress pants were still buttoned. The damn things were a little too big and the button had a nasty tendency to pop out when I wasn’t looking, I’d almost lost my pants a couple of times when I was walking into work. I got out of the car into the cool November day and headed toward the fenced in area where the buses were parked.

Security wasn’t too bad, a quick metal detector and confirmation of my appointment and I was in and heading toward the biggest career move of my life and quite possibly five very stuck-up rock stars.

I wasn’t entirely sure which bus was theirs, great way to start an interview I know, I didn’t really want to go knocking around on doors because God only knew what I’d find. A beacon of hope shone in front of me, it had bleach blond hair and black patches. That was one of the guys, I recognized the crazy hair, I couldn’t remember his name but he was one of them. Yet another wonderful way to start an interview, remember kids, when interviewing famous rock stars you should probably know their names. It started with a ‘J’ I knew that much and it wasn’t anything totally strange it was just one of those everyday names that you can always remember until you meet someone that has it.

Josh, Jordan, Jack, Jake, James…wait…Jimmy? Jimmy sounded familiar but it didn’t quite fit the blond in front of me, but I was getting closer; I could feel it. Back to the drawing board.

Joe, Jethro, Jo-ho, Jock, Jonathon…John…Johnny! but I had no idea what his last name was, again kids, when interviewing rock stars that may make or break your career you should address them courteously and not use their first names on a friendly basis. Especially if you didn’t even know the band existed until a week ago.

“Johnny?”

The blond stopped and turned, I gave a small wave and he smiled, “Can I help you?” His tone was friendlier than I thought it would be. I walked up to him and shook his hand, he was a very small guy, he was barely my height, “I’m Cassidy.” I tried to sound as pleasant as him when I introduced myself and it looked like I pulled it off. “I’m here to do the interview for the magazine ‘Metal Mouth’.” I don’t know who came up with that stupid name but I hope they were fired. His dark brown eyes lit up with understanding, “Oh wow, is it one already?” he asked looking at his watch, he shook his head in disbelief, “Sorry, it’s been a weird day. The others are on the bus, c’mon.” he turned and started walking toward a solid black bus that had a giant skull with wings on it. Well I guess I would’ve been able to find their bus eventually.

He keyed open the door and went up the stairs, “Guys?” he called softly. I followed him up quietly unsure of what to expect. But I must say with all of the possible scenarios I had been running through my mind for the past two days this one never came up.

Three of the other members of Avenged Sevenfold were fast asleep, two of them were on the floor and one was curled up on the couch. The two on the floor almost made me want to whip out my camera and snap a quick picture. The tall one…Jimmy, yeah sure, Jimmy, was lying on his back with one arm behind his head snoring quietly; there was a smaller man with messy, medium length hair using his chest as a pillow.

Johnny snickered next to me and the room was filled with a bright flash. I looked over at him and he laughed again.

“Do you want me to come back later or something?” I really didn’t want to hang around here waiting for them to wake up but they were so cute I didn’t have the heart to wake them. Johnny shook his head, “Nah, these bums need to get up anyway.” He went over lightly tickled Jimmy’s stomach; the taller man jerked himself awake which also jolted the smaller man…Bryce? No, Brandon…Brian. Brian their lead guitarist, wasn’t he sick? Jimmy swatted at Johnny and tried to go back to sleep; Brian grumbled something and snuggled closer to Jimmy and then he did go back to sleep.

“Hey, the interviewer is here from ‘Metal Mouth’, move yer’ lazy asses.” Johnny laughed quietly and nudged them both with his foot. Jimmy opened his eyes again; they were a pretty blue, bluer than my eyes and looked over, “Oh.” Was all he said, he lightly shoved Brian off of him and sat up. The guitarist whined and smacked his arm before he sat up too, rubbing his eyes. Johnny let them wake up the rest of the way on their own and went over to the man sleeping on the couch, he reached up to shake him and stopped and instead whispered to him quietly.

After a moment the man slowly raised his head and looked around, he moved a little and made a quiet sound that really didn’t fit how big he was. He stopped moving and murmured something to low for me to hear, someone else was on the couch with him, they were totally blocked by his larger frame whoever they were. After a moment he slowly moved again, he pulled himself away from whoever he’d been sleeping with and stood up. He rolled his neck around and rotated his shoulders; the smaller man that was still on the couch, apparently asleep, was buried in a black hoody almost two sizes two big. The bigger man leaned down and carefully picked him up without disturbing him and then walked into another section of the bus. He came back a minute later empty handed.

Now that I could see his face I knew who he was, Matt. The front man, he gave me a tired smile and I returned it with as much friendliness as I could muster.

“Sorry,” he whispered closing the door behind him, “we don’t usually sleep during the day.”

“We don’t let Syn sleep during the day, he’s too pissy when he wakes up.” Jimmy snickered. Brian told him to fuck off and smacked his arm again.

“How’s Zacky?” the guitarist asked after he was done beating on his band mate. Matt looked at the door and sighed, “His fever is still up.”

Okay so Zack was the sick one. He played guitar…or maybe the drums. Oh hell I don’t know.

“Are you guys finally ready to do this interview.” Johnny asked rolling his eyes. Matt looked at Jimmy and then smiled at each other. Johnny’s eyes widened and he held out his hands defensively, “Don’t you dare.” He warned. Matt laughed, “Fine. We’ll get you later.” Matt sat down on the couch again and Brian hopped up next to him, then Johnny, and Jimmy sat at the other end. There was a smaller couch opposite of them that I claimed. I loosely held my recorder out in front of me and hit play.

“I’m Cassidy and I’m here on behalf of the magazine ‘Metal Mouth’.” I gave my credentials and the reason I was there and started in on the interview. The mood was light, they were polite and funny, and they were very thorough with their answers; I was pleasantly surprised with that.

Halfway through the interview Matt opened the door to the rest of the bus and softly called, “Zack you can come out here.”

I looked at him totally confused until a snow white face peeked out from around the corner of the door. Apparently this was the sick guitarist. He snuck a quick look at me through the thick curtain of his long black hair and then climbed into Matt’s lap. Brian laughed quietly and grabbed him and pulled him part way onto his lap.

“Brian leave him alone.” Jimmy sighed; Brian, very maturely, stuck his tongue out at him. Zack made a small sound when Brian moved him and then looked over at him and shifted around to get comfortable. He ended up with his head between the arm of the couch and Matt’s side and curled against his two band mates. I must say he looked very comfortable. Matt made a small sound and lifted Zack up a little and adjusted himself. Brian snickered, “You wouldn’t have that problem if you weren’t so damn big.”
Matt looked at him like a proud and confident lion, “Just because people mistake you for a girl…”

Brian growled at him and lightly smacked Zack’s leg when his body shook with laughter. Zack peeked at him and mumbled something, his face softened and he reached over and patted his side. Zack snuggled against them again. I tried to hide my smile; Zack was too cute.

Zack stayed asleep for the rest of the interview. I was surprised when I found myself a little sad when I reached the last question. Once the interview was over I talked with them a little longer until I felt like I was lingering. Then I said my final thank you and left the bus.

I got back to my car and sat there for a moment then I had to laugh at myself. I had walked into this interview thinking I was going to put some snooty rock stars in their place and I ended being the bitchy reporter that got put in her place. I started the car and as an after though I pressed the play button on my recorder. I laughed as the guys bickered with each other like my own brothers did. Then came the part where Zack had come in; their voices quieted and Matt’s in particular took on a deeper, richer tone. It made me a little sleepy listening to it.

I stopped at a red light and I felt the need to do something totally random, I flipped on my turn signal and hopped into the turning lane. I went into a random superstore and wandered around their music section until I found the section dedicated to Avenged Sevenfold. I grabbed two CDs on was City of Evil and the other one was self-titled.

The cashier looked at me like I was insane when she scanned the items but I ignored her. She hadn’t spent an hour and a half with them. I didn’t even begin to presume that I knew them but I felt like I wanted to; if ‘Metal Mouth’ interviewed them again I was going to fight tooth and nail to be the one to do it.

A/N: Fun stuff yes? It’s short and kind of pointless but I was in the mood to write something cute.
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