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Ms Self Destruct	By : TrentReznorsSin Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Nine Inch Nails Views: 3298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Ms Self Destruct
Author: TrentReznorsSin
Disclaimer: Trent unfortunately doesn’t belong to me *sobs* (do you really think I’d be sat at my PC if I owned him?? Lol) but Erin and some other people you won’t recognise belong to moi. I’m a poor uni student so don’t sue, I’m not making anything out of this!
Summary: Set during the Self Destruct Tour 94/95. Trent’s decision to ask his best friend Erin to come along for the tour has made them both ask the question ‘are we just friends?’
Feedback: Yes please, no flames though, they make me cry
Author's note: This is the first NIN fiction I’ve written in years, so I might be a bit rusty.
This chapter has been revised, hope you guys like the changes I've made!
Chapter Four: Ms Self Destruct/Closer
She had never been so scared in all her life.
Jamming with the guys was one thing, performing in front of god knows how many people was another.
As soon as she had agreed, they all got together for practise. It wasn’t that she needed to know the chords; it was how she would work with the rest of them, if her voice would blend in.
So she was now sat in the dressing room with the rest, this time waiting to go on stage herself. As not to stick out, she wore a tight black muscle tee, leather trousers and knee-high boots.
“Y’know, from the waist down you look like Trent in the ‘Closer’ video.”
“I’m taking that was a compliment?"
“Yeah.”
“Err…Thanks…I decided to go for that look as I have a stake in the idea.” She replied, lifting her feet up onto the table, inspecting the boots.
Trent watched Erin and Danny talk. He had almost had a heart attack when he saw her stage gear. In all the years they had known each other she had never worn leather trousers or any kind of boot that went higher than her ankle.
He liked it.
He reluctantly pulled his eyes away from her leather clad legs, knowing that if he looked any more he was going to have a problem. In the light of Erin’s clothes, things had just gotten a million times worse for him.
“Was it your idea that Trent should get tied up?”
“Nope, that was his…”
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with being tied up.” Both looked over at him.
“Although I was the one who suggested to the crew to leave him there…” Erin added with a grin, the rest of the band bursting into laughter.
A knock at the door and a voice called through that they had a few minutes left to finish up. Trent rolled his eyes and got up from his seat, walking over to where Erin was now standing.
“So that was your idea.”
“Yup it was…” She said with a grin as they all walked out into the hallway. For some reason, the band always covered themselves in flour before going on stage. This meant that as the stand in guitarist, Erin was about to do the same.
* * *
“Aww come on, you need more than that.”
“How much more?” Erin looked down at herself, she had white handprints and smudges on her top and trousers, not to mention almost white boots after having the stuff thrown at her by the rest of the band.
“Well, for starters, you need it in your hair and on your face.” Before she would even answer, Trent dumped a handful in her hair with one hand and smeared another onto her face.
“Trent you fucker!”
“Language missy!” After a brief flour fight, which consequently ended in Trent having flour put down his shorts and Erin having flour down her back, the two were told it was time to go. “Think you’ll be okay out there?” Trent asked as they walked towards the stage.
“If I can survive the shit you guys get up to backstage, I think I’ll be okay on stage.”
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The crowds went mad as the guys went on stage. Erin decided to hang back until Trent had spoken to the masses. Trent grabbed the mic and shouted to the fans.
“Are you ready?!" Hundreds of voices joined as one to reply. “Before we start, Robin is sick so we’ve got a new guitarist. She’s the first female guitarist we’ve had but she fucking rocks! Erin?” He beckoned her onto the stage. The cheers and whistles she received gave her a rush of confidence, waving to the crowds; she walked over to her side of the stage.
The first few songs went by in a blur of noise and lights for her. She let the music take over and was enjoying every second she was playing. She had learnt the guitar back in high school, but found after that she found it easier to play by ear than read music. Her and Trent had played together many times, so she knew most of the songs. During the day she had read through the music and listened to the songs so she knew exactly when to come in.
Suddenly the rhythmic beats of ‘Closer’ started and she snapped back to reality. This had been the song she had been secretly dreading. She had found it hard enough to wait from the crowd when this song was performed, but now she was part of the band playing it…
You let me violate you You let me desecrate you You let me penetrate you You let me complicate you
She joined in with the vocals, as did the others. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him sing. His fingers running up and down the microphone stand.
Help me...I broke apart my insides Help me...I got no soul to sell Help me...the only thing that works for me Help me get away from myself
I wanna fuck you like an animal I wanna feel you from the inside I wanna fuck you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to God
‘Who ever this song is about, he loves her a lot’ She thought sadly, plucking the strings on the synth guitar she was now playing. She knew his songs would never be anything that you would hear on the radio, but he had told her before that this was a Reznor love song, very different to usual ones...
It was a mystery to everyone but Trent as to whom it was for.
You can have my isolation... You can have the hate that it brings You can have my absence of faith... You can have my everything
Trent sang into the microphone, gripping his hair in his hands. Closing his eyes, he could hear the other voices joining in with him, along with the voices of the crowd. ‘Only you…it was always you’ He thought as he sang.
Help me...tear down my reason Help me...it's your sex I can smell Help me...you make me perfect Help me think I'm somebody else
I wanna fuck you like an animal I wanna feel you from the inside I wanna fuck you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to God
There was an instrumental part in the song; Erin’s guitar was the main sound to be heard. Taking the microphone with him, Trent walked over to her. Putting an arm around her, he started speaking…
Through every forest Above the trees Within my stomach Scraped off my knees I drink the honey... from inside your hive You are the reason...I stay alive...
The crowd cheered as they watched, Erin suppressed a shudder and continued to play. Her heartbeat slowed down when he moved away to finish the song.
‘It was just a performance for the song…’ She knew that he did things on stage to go with the songs. ‘It wasn’t real Erin, get a grip.’ Holding back tears that were threatening to fall, she swapped her guitar and got ready for the next song.
‘I hope you believed me Erin…’ Trent thought as he reached for his water. ‘Because every word of that song is for you, only you…’
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