Title: [untitled]
by Laura from Staffordshire | in writing, fiction
Heavy metal thuds were heard all around the area, the familiar sound of a Friday night. Outside Sound Q stood two men no older then the age of twenty. The shorter of the two was stood with a guitar bag on his back. His black hair slightly covering his left eye, and his long, thin, finger playing with the cold metal stud in his lower lip. The other, who was much taller, had shocking blond hair, and piercing green eyes. He was stood with two drum-sticks in his hand in the door way of a black building, with strobe lights beaming through the windows on the top floor.
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