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Seize The Day	By : smile Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2195 -:- 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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hey- sorry about these crappy updates. the next one will probably be this sunday. i'm seeing cradle of filth on saturday so i'll post it sunday morning/noonish hopefully =] thanks to everyone who reviewed and who keeps reading this =]

I woke up unbearably early the morning after hearing Maddie’s life story. I stretched my long frame in the small bunk and my limbs hit both sides. I grunted and tried to sit up, but instead I hit my head. I flopped back down in the bed, rubbing the back of my head. I glanced at my watch. It was 5:30 in the morning.

“What the fuck!” I said in a loud whisper. I should be asleep. I laid on my back and closed my eyes, trying to fall back into slumber. But I heard music. It was a strange song, obviously sung by a female, telling people that she is a genie in a bottle and asking them to let her out. Then my memory suddenly came to me.

Who the fuck turned on Christina Aguilera?, I asked myself. That seems like something Zacky would do… I just made myself fell bad. I flipped over on my stomach and covered my head with my pillow, trying to block out the downhill pop diva. Somehow I knew the words to the catchy song and I started singing along with the radio. That’s when I’d finally had it.

This must end.

I rolled out of my bunk (literally rolled out and fell on the floor). “Fuck!” I cursed under my breath, grabbing at my head. I seemed to be out to get myself today. The girl-pop music flooded my ears. I glared at where the sounds were coming from.

Maddie. I should have known.

She stood at the stove in pink Juicy Couture sweat pants (don’t ask how I know that) and a tight, white tee-shirt. Her long hair was up in a messy bun and she was cooking something on the stove. She was moving slightly and singing to the music that came from the boom box.

The Genie Song ended and another came on. “Rob the jewelry store and tell ‘em make me a grill”. Maddie gasped in excitement. She moved her body to the music, flipping pancakes on the stove. Her lips came together as she hummed the melody.

“Smile for my daddy,” she sang along.

“Whatchya lookin’ at?” the song answered.

“I wanna see your grillz!” she sang.

“You wanna see my what?”

“Ya, ya grillz. Ya, ya, ya grillz,” she stopped cooking and was now totally into the music, “Got the whole top diamond and the bottom row gold!”

She turned around to grab something from the table behind her and saw me. She took in a breath of air and then let out a puny scream. She backed up to the stove and let her hands fall on it. She cursed aloud as her hands automatically came up from the heat of the stove. “You scared the shit out of me!” she said as she inspected her burnt fingers.

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t have scared the shit out of you,” I said as I picked myself off the ground, “if you hadn’t have been blasting that Top 40 shit while everyone’s asleep.”

She looked perplexed at me. “Asleep?” she questioned. “Brian, it’s like almost noon”

“No it’s not,” I said glancing at my watch. “See, it says 5:40 AM right here.” I pointed at my watch to prove my point. She pointed at the clock on the stove which read 11:40 AM. “But, but…” I said trying to defend myself.

She opened up the curtains. My jaw dropped. How on Earth could my watch be that off? She smirked and stuck her tongue out.

“If it’s really almost noon, then why is everyone still asleep?” I asked, trying to get her.

“They’re not,” she said, going into the freezer. “They’re in the back playing video games.”

And of course, then I heard the computer-like sounds of video games going off in
the back room. I had been beaten. “Want some breakfast?” she asked, holding ice on her hands.

“Are you okay?” I asked, ignoring her question.

She looked at her hands. “I guess so. They just hurt like hell.”

“Let me take a look at them,” I said getting up and approaching her.

“No, I’ll be fine,” she said turning away.

“No, really. Just let me see them.”

She gave in and handed her hands over to me. I removed the icepack and inspected the burn marks. They weren’t that bad. Her fingertips were red and her palms slightly, but other then that they looked fine. I touched the red with one of my fingers and she winced with pain.

“Are you gonna be okay to play tonight?” I asked.

“I should be. Why? You don’t think so?” she asked in a worried tone.

“No, no, no,” I said rubbing her hands. “They look ok. I was just wondering because they seem to hurt you a lot.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Want me to bandage them up?”

“No, I’m ok,” she said. There was an awkward silence of us just standing there. Neither of us said a word for at least five minutes. And after that allotment of time, I realized I was still holding her hands.

I dropped them like they were on fire. “Uh…” I started, “Sorry…” I finished.

She muttered something I couldn’t hear and then spoke up. “So, do you want
breakfast or not? Before the other guys come and eat it all,” she said with a smile.

I thought about it for a moment. I wasn’t really hungry at all. If I said no, her smile would fade and I’d feel like shit again. She seems to always make me feel that way. But if I were to say yes, then her smile would grow even larger and she’d hurry to fix me up a plate of whatever she made. I’d feel like a million bucks. “Yeah, sure,” I said nonchalantly.

Her eyes light up and she went to get me the food she had prepared. I felt all tingly inside. My prediction had come true.

It was an hour before our first show of the tour in San Francisco. We all chilled backstage in the green room as the warm up band, CKY, did their thing. Matt was making out with his girlfriend on the chair, Jimmy and Johnny were playing “War” with cards, and I was relaxing on the couch with a cool beer in my hand.

“God, could you two get a room?” I said in a pissy tone to Matt and Val. They either didn’t hear me or were ignoring me because their faces were still plastered together. I rolled my eyes and got up from my comfy couch and went for a walk around the backstage.

Hm, I thought to myself, I wonder where Maddie is… Just as I finished that sentence, I stumbled over something and fell on the ground, sending my beer flying. I looked to see what I had tripped on. Guess I found Maddie.

She was sitting Indian style with her back against the cement wall. Next to her
was an amp and plugged into the amp was her guitar and a set of headphones. She pulled the headphones down so that they were around her neck. “Sorry, Brian!” she said, “I didn’t mean to--”

I cut her off. “Yeah, it’s fine.” I stared longingly at my spilt beer. Not a drop was left. She saw what I was looking at.

“I can go get you another one if you want,” she said, still sounding sorry.

“It’s fine, I said.”

“Ok…” she said. There was a silence between us. I finally spoke up just as she was about to put the headphones back on.

“What are you doing anyway?” I asked, trying not to sound interested.

She looked up as if to say ‘Who, me?’ and said “Practicing.”

I gave her a blank stare. “You’re practicing?” I asked.

“Well… yeah?” she said.

“You’re practicing an hour before a show?”

“Actually it’s like 45 minutes now…”

“That’s even worse!” I yelled throwing my hands up. “What don’t you know?”

“I know everything!” she yelled back. “Well, okay, not everything but you know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t.”

“I’m just…” She was frustrated, I could tell. “I’m just scared. I don’t wanna
fuck this up for you guys.” She paused. “I’m nervous.”

I sighed. She’s really good at making me feel like complete shit. “Well, what are you nervous about? Play me something,” I said.

She itched the back of her head. She unplugged the headphones so that I could hear too and then she went through a bunch of our riffs with perfection. Not a wrong note or misplayed chord.

“Not bad,” I said, not wanting to give her too much confidence. Confidence is a killer. She just sighed and turned off the amp. “Come on, let’s go back to the green room,” I said while getting up. She sort of struggled to stand, I guess from sitting that long, but I didn’t give her a helping hand.

Once we were back in the green room, time flashed by quickly. It was 10 minutes before we had to go on and we were all getting ready. Matt and Val had finally stopped sucking face and Matt was putting on makeup. We were all putting on makeup. Shut up; Real men wear eyeliner.

Maddie paced back and forth with her guitar strap on. From time to time she stopped to try and catch her breath normally, but she would always go back to pacing.

“Mads, get over here,” Matt said in a joking way. She scurried over.

“Yeah?” she asked.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, his hands on her shoulders and looking her deep in her eyes. Oh, what happened to Val, Matt? I said to myself, applying eyeliner to my face.

“Yeah, just a little nervous.”

“You’re gonna do great,” he said encouragingly.

“I’ll mess up…” she said turning away.

He turned her back to him. “No you won’t. Besides, even if you do mess up, it’s not like any of us hasn’t messed up before. Right, guys?” he asked us turning to face us. Johnny and Jimmy both nodded and agreed with him. I didn’t say anything.

“Syn, you know you mess up all the fucking time,” Matt said to me. Maddie started giggling which triggered the other two guys to start.

“I do not,” I said, finishing my makeup.

“Yes you do! You have never played a perfect show,” he said. He turned his back to Maddie and made a face of urgency. He mouthed “Shut up” and subtly pointed behind him.

I realized what he was doing.

“I guess I make some mistakes once in a while.”

He rolled his eyes. “He’s just trying act cool, Mads. He really does fuck up all the time. So it’s no big deal,” he said making her smile.

“Thanks… all you guys,” she said twirling her hair. “I thought that this was going to suck and that you all would hate me…” she paused and outlined circles on the ground with the tip of her shoes. “But you’ve really made me feel welcome.”

“GROUP HUG!” Johnny said in a ‘gay man’ voice. They all shared a hearty laugh and wrapped their arms around each other.

“Come on, Syn,” said the Rev, imitating Johnny’s voice. “You know you wanna.”

I chuckled. “I think I’ll pass on the hug.” Then I did something stupid.

I looked at Maddie.

Her doll-like face and puppy dog eyes pleading me to come over and join in the hug had a magnetic force on me. Before I knew it, I was practically in the middle of the ‘group hug’. This girl is some sort of witch, I tell you.

“A7X, you’re on!” yelled one of the stage men.

“Let’s do this!” yelled Matt as the hug was broken and we all made our way for the stage.

Maddie had more composure now. She seemed as if she could take anything on. Then I remembered something.

“Hey,” I said, grabbing her before she could make it to the stage.

“What?” she asked, kind of annoyed.

“You never told me why you were a stripper.” Wow, Syn, I thought. You are fucking retarded. Why the fuck would you ask her that right before the show? Like, RIGHT BEFORE!

“Well…” she said. Wow, she’s actually gonna answer it. “I needed the cash, and people always told me how pretty I was and what a nice body I had… so I just figured, why not put it to good use?”

I thought about her answer for a while. Actually, not a while. More like five seconds, because now we were being pushed out onto the stage.

As the enormous crowd came into her view, Maddie’s eyes grew large. They all chanted “Se-ven-fold! Se-ven-fold!” And right before I thought she was going to faint at Shadows’ talk of “Beast and the Harlot”, she closed her eyes, felt the music, and started to play.

By the end of the show, the audience went from shouting “Sevenfold” to “Mayhem”. It was a total shock to all of us, Matt included, but they adored Maddie.

After shows, we usually go clubbing and tonight we were going to go all night. It was a crowded bar where we thought no one would recognize us. We were wrong.

Several teenagers came up and asked for our autographs and pictures. Lots of hormonal 15 year old boys asked Maddie to kiss them on the cheek. She, being the oh so kind person that she is, did so.

“See, Maddie, you did an incredible job,” said Jimmy patting her on the back.

“Thanks,” she blushed.

“You deserve some sorta’award or somethin’,” said Johnny, already drunk and falling off his barstool.

“We all did an amazing job,” she said raising her glass of light beer. “To Avenged Sevenfold!” she said drinking, we all did the same.

This time Matt raised his glass. “And also, to Maddie Mayhem!” They all drank to that. I didn’t. I knew I was going to get yelled at again, so I decieded to step out for a cigarette.

I rested my back up against the brick wall of the outside of the bar. I reached in the pocket of my jeans for my carton of cigarettes. I was surprised to find it wasn’t there. I checked the other pocket. No cigs.

I checked my back pockets, knowing they wouldn’t be there because I never put them there. No cigs. What a shock.

I was starting to get pissed now. “Where the fuck are my cigarettes!?” I yelled to no one. But I did get a response.

“You left them inside.”

I spun around to meet the person talking to me. Should have known.

Maddie stood there like an innocent child holding out my pack of Marlboros to me. I shot her a good glare before snatching the pack away from her. I took out a long, white, cylinder and held it between my lips. My hand went back into my pocket for my lighter, but came out when I saw Maddie holding that up as well.

I lit up. The smoke filled my lungs. I let it sit there for a moment, then
exhaled it through my nose. I was at ease. That is, until I heard childish giggling. I opened an eye and peered at Maddie.

She was the one laughing, obviously. I gave her a look as to say “What?”. She smiled widely and said, “You look like a dragon.”

I raised a brow, confused.

“When you let the smoke come out your nose,” she said trying to aid me, “You looked like a dragon.”

I then got it. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I half chuckled. Then she started giggling again and I couldn’t help myself. We both shared a hearty laugh and after it was dead silence.

“Why’d you come outside?” she asked, joining me up against the wall.

I shrugged. “I dunno. I don’t feel like getting bitched at again.”

“Bitched at by who?”

“Matt,” I said taking in a drag.

“Oh…” she said. “Why would he bitch at you?” These questions sounded like they were coming from a two year old.

I couldn’t tell her “Because I don’t like you”. So I replied with the ever
intelligent answer of “I dunno.”

She seemed satisfied. She started twirling her hair. She ran her fingers through her hair, collecting pieces of it, then wrapped the long brown strands around her finger, held them for about five seconds, then released them. It was a pattern of hers I had had mastered for a while now.

Maddie had really pretty hair… “You have really pretty hair…”

My heart stopped. My eyes dilated. My hands clenched.

I have to stop thinking out loud.

I didn’t even want to look at her then.

But I heard her tiny, little voice say, “Thanks Brian, you have really pretty hair too.” I felt I could look at her then. She was ginning widely. She almost looked like one of those Japanese cartoon characters. Long hair, long legs, big eyes, big smile, big boobs. She was like the brunette Sailor Moon.

“You really shouldn’t smoke,” I heard her say, interrupting my thoughts.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked.

“You really shouldn’t smoke,” she said a great deal louder.

“I heard you the first time.”

“Oh. Well, you shouldn’t.”

“Okay,” I said throwing my cigarette butt on the ground and lighting up another.

“You know what it’s like kissing a smoker? It’s like liking an ashtray. I bet your girlfriend wouldn’t like that,” she nagged.

“Good thing I don’t have one then, huh?” I said smirking.

“Every time you take in a drag, you’re killing yourself.” She sounded like my
mom.

“Does it look like I care?” I asked, taking in another drag.

“Well, every time you let out a drag, you’re killing me,” she said crossing her
arm. She had a devious grin on her face, like she had caught me in a trap. “Second hand
smoke, hello?”

I decieded to let her win this time. I put out my cigarette. “Yay!” she said smiling.

She grabbed my pack from my and threw it in a nearby trashcan. “Hey, hey, hey!” I yelled, “I never said I was quitting!”

“Well you are now,” she said with a smirk. “Besides,” she added, “You’re too cute to smoke.”

I felt a tingly sensation in my groin. No girl had ever called me “cute” before. Cute? Synyster fucking Gates is cute?

But for some reason, it was okay for her to call me that. Just like it was okay for her to call me Brian.

“And you’re too cute to strip,” I mumbled under my breath. She didn’t hear me. I hoped.

“Wanna go back inside?” she asked, “I’m pretty sure Matt forgot all about it.”

I sighed. “Yeah, sure.”

When we got inside, we saw Johnny, Jimmy, and Matt who was with two girls. Val, and some chick [who looked just like her] I had never seen before. “Hey Syn!” Matt said cheerfully. I guess he had forgotten. “I want you to meet Val’s sister, Michelle.”

“Hey!” she said energetically while looking me up and down, “I’m Michelle!”

“Hey…” I said less energetically, not looking her up and down. I looked at Maddie. I don’t know why, but I just did. And when I did look at her, I saw her giving this Michelle girl the dirtiest look I had ever seen her give anybody.

“Hey Michelle,” Maddie said in a sarcastically happy tone, “I’m Maddie.”

“Hey Maddie,” Michelle said, in the same tone. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“I’m sure you have,” she snapped back.

Can someone say, catfight?
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