Ms Self Destruct
Chapter One: And So It Begins
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.
A big thank you to my beta reader Danu for taking the job and being such a star!
Chapter One: And So It Begins…
Erin looked around the crowds of people waiting to see Nine Inch Nails. She had gotten bored and decided to wander around the venue. There were people of all ages, races, shapes and sizes waiting in the halls. She loved the atmosphere before a show; everyone was always so excited and chatty. A few fans had stopped and talked to her, not knowing her link with their idol.
One boy had even declared to her that he was going to lick Trent when he came offstage.
“How are you going to do that?” She asked, laughing, wondering what her friend would say to that.
“I don’t know, but I’m going to do it.” The boy had replied boldly. She was tempted to say she had already beaten him to it, but decided against it.
“Well…um…good luck.”
A few people had asked her where she had come from to see the show, all had been impressed that she had travelled all this way over to San Francisco. She had replied she was following them to most of their shows, getting a lot of enthusiastic comments in response. Taking a mental note to bring her notepad next time to record some of the interesting stories, she returned backstage before the band was due to go on stage.
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Trent sat in the dressing room, dressed ready to go on stage. Donned in a black sleeveless top, shorts, fishnets, combat boots and rubber gloves that nearly reached the top of his arms, he mused quietly while the others chatted amongst themselves.
This was the first show of the Self Destruct Tour, and to say he was a bit nervous was an understatement. He knew he had nothing to worry about, as soon as he was on stage, he became this whole new persona that the fans went mad for. Being on stage was one big rush of adrenaline for him and he loved every minute of it.
“Hey guys.” Erin walked through the door, greeted with various ‘hey’s’ and ‘hi’s’. She walked over and leant against the bench near where he was sitting.
“Where have you been?”
“Out in the halls, talking to the fans…One of them said he’s going to…ahem…lick you when you come off stage. I was tempted to tell him I got there first.”
The rest of the band were suddenly interested in their conversation.
“Don’t ask…” Trent said, leaning his cheek on a gloved palm. He remembered that event well. About a year ago, the two of them had gotten drunk and decided to mess around with Erin’s birthday present, a new camera. The look on his face, when she decided to lick his cheek just as the camera went off, had been permanently captured. He suppressed a shudder at the memory of the warm rush that her tongue on his skin had created.
“How are you feeling?” Her voice broke into his thoughts,
“Fine.”
“You never could bullshit…”
Trent took a moment to look his friend up and down as she leant against the wooden bench. Erin wasn’t tall, her petite frame reached a mere 5ft 2”. However, being only 5ft 7” himself, Trent couldn’t make fun of her. Ash blonde hair was cut in a bob but then teased out into some sort of wild style that only she seemed to be able to pull off.
“I don’t know why I keep trying.” He replied, a small lopsided smile playing at his lips.
“Neither do I…” There was suddenly a knock at the door. A young woman peered into the room,
“You’re up guys.”
“Okay…” Trent stood up and looked down at himself, “How do I look?” Erin looked at him for a moment,
“Like the pretty boy you always were.” Both grinned before Trent was shooed towards the stage by Danny and Chris, leaving Erin on her own.
Time to watch her best friend in action.
Definitely longer than the last couple of chapters! Hope you like it! PLEASE REVIEW! I neeeeeeeeeeed reviews to continue this story! Thankies muchly! x