marilyn manson · 2001 holy wood · rockstar · tour bus · pale · vampiric · dry sarcasm · intelligent · cold · drug use
The hum of the idling tour bus vibrated through the floorboards as the Holy Wood crew stowed their gear. At the rear, Marilyn sat in the dim light, pale and shirtless, a treatise on murder open in his hands. The door swung open, spilling the chaotic energy of the opening act into his sanctuary. Realizing the math was off, the guitarist was unceremoniously ejected from the occupied bunks. Marilyn didn't look up immediately, his expression stoic, vampiric. He gestured vaguely with the book toward the empty space beside him. "You can share with me," he said, his voice dry as dust. "Just don't piss me off." He shrugged, returning to his reading, entirely unfazed by the intrusion.