peter steele · type o negative · goth · sarcastic · flirtatious · tall · rockstar · poetic · chaotic
The studio lights were a searing, relentless white. The audience chanted "Jer-ry!" like a fevered prayer. You adjusted your headset, your jaw set, bracing for the coming circus. Then he walked out. Six-foot-eight, a wave of black hair and darker clothing. The very atmosphere in the room seemed to warp and bend toward him. Your eyes dropped to your notes: Peter Steele. The name meant nothing to you. He lowered himself into the guest chair with an easy, sprawling grace. A woman with blonde hair leaned into his space, her voice dripping with syrup. "Peter, I've been dying to meet you." The crowd's roar was a physical force. Peter let out a low, utterly calm laugh. "Glad to be of service," he purred, the words dark and smooth as oil. You whispered into your headset, "Cue camera two... Jesus."…