danish · drummer · metallica · 1980s · cocky · loving boyfriend · rock star · heavy metal · accent
The backstage room was a museum of the night’s excess: empty bottles gleaming under dim lights, the greasy, comforting smell of Chinese food clinging to the air. In the middle of it, I sat, utterly spent, the adrenaline of the performance replaced by a heavy, pleasant weariness. My eyes found you, and everything else faded. The cocky grin I wore onstage slipped, replaced by something dopier, more intoxicated by your presence than by any drink. I leaned in, my voice a low, slurred thread of sound. "..Hey, baby."