LINGER ♱ CHAPTER ONE
vinny mauro x ofc (micah)
SUMMARY!!
micah is the lead vocalist of metalcore band, bonesmith. being a leading woman in the metal scene is not an easy job, but she has committed herself to making a positive change in the scene and proving to everyone how she and other women belong in metal. even if she comes off as a bit of a bitch. but her world is turned upside down when the drummer of her favorite band comes into her life.
WARNINGS!!
one joke about s*cking d*ck lol
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AUTHOR’S NOTE!!
bonesmith is kinda the equivalent to poppy, so poppy doesn’t exist in this universe. i love and respect her so fucking much and i would not intentionally disrespect her in any way shape or form. i’m not claiming her music as mine or anything of the sort. it is simply for this fic i promise. ok thank you <3
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Micah loathes interviews. They always ask the same questions, anyways.
What’s your inspiration behind your upcoming album?
Why do you care so much about keeping the metal scene safe?
Why are you such a bitch?
Well, they don’t ask that last one, but it is always implied, at least. And this interview is no different.
“What was the reason behind Bonesmith’s birth?” the interviewer asks. “Because I know you’ve stated in the past that you’ve always wanted to see a positive change in the metal scene and that Bonesmith was a way for you to kinda take that leap, so to speak. Is the band a stepping stone for that, or is it just an outlet for that change?”
Jesus Christ, here we go.
“Kaden and I started Bonesmith because we wanted to make music,” Micah begins, “y’know, it wasn’t like I was using it as anything but a creative outlet. Because this band is the only way I can be 100% vulnerable and honest. And I think that’s really important, like, having that connection with your fans and having a platform to talk about big issues on. I use that platform our fans have given us to talk about the bullshit in this music scene that needs to change for the better. And I’m not afraid to push that conversation, by any means necessary.”
“So are you not afraid to be perceived the wrong way by others, then?”
“Perceive me however you want, because I know who I am and what I represent.”
“And what is that, exactly?”
“A woman who is confident in herself.”
The rest of the interview flies by. Micah lets out a sigh of relief once she’s thanked the interviewer and left the small tent. Bonesmith is playing a festival and Micah has been doing interviews whenever the band isn’t performing. She wishes the guys could take her place for a while as she heads back to their trailer.
As she passes by the main stage, her fingers fiddling with the all-access page dangling from her neck, the song being played makes her pause. She steps away from the main thoroughfare and moves closer to the rail separating the foot traffic from the crowd before her.
Motionless In White is performing right now. Micah has never seen them live, and watching as they play Slaughterhouse is truly the highlight of her day so far. A small smile stretches her dark red painted lips as she continues watching.
She has always loved Motionless In White. They have been one of her favorite bands ever since she first discovered metal music. She’s met Chris a couple times and can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that he is one of the kindest souls she has ever had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with.
As for the rest of the band, Micah has never really met or talked to them. God, she would love to, but the times she’s stopped and talked with Chris was in between sets at different festivals. They’ve never hung out or anything. Schedule conflicts, she supposes.
To her absolute delight, Bryan Garris makes an appearance for the song. Micah and Bryan are good friends and have been for a long time. She can remember every single time she moshed in a Knocked Loose pit or got a bloody nose from getting hit in the face during one of their circle pits. Well, almost every time. There is that handful of concussions she chooses not to acknowledge.
Micah happily stays to watch the rest of the song. At the breakdown, where it’s just Bryan screaming, her gaze is suddenly stolen by the drummer. He’s yelling along to the lyrics as he waits atop his drum set. The way he head-bangs during the line “You won’t survive in the slaughterhouse, die”, gearing up to start drumming again, is distracting, to say the least. And he is just that — distracting.
That’s Vinny, she reminds herself.
She smiles to herself, clapping softly, once the song is over. She knows she has to get back to the trailer. Bonesmith’s call time is in a half hour.
But even as Chris is thanking Bryan for joining them on stage, Micah can’t look away. Her eyes are glued to Vinny, and it’s an apparent struggle to finally tear her gaze away from the drummer. She manages, but not without slight annoyance as she hurries away.
As she heads back to Bonesmith’s designated trailer, Micah makes a quick tweet before leaving that performance behind.
＠micahsbones: just watched motionless in white perform live for the first time. they are that band. always. you guys fucking rock.
＠micahsbones: vinny is an insane drummer, definitely one of my faves to watch live. you fucking killed it during slaughterhouse.
She shoves her phone away as she approaches the trailer.
Kaden and Weasley are lounging around, and Scott is nowhere to be seen. Micah’s eyebrows furrow at his absence.
“Where’s Scott?” she asks.
“Doing his pre-show bass check-up,” Kaden says from where he’s sitting. One side of his mouth is tilted upwards, his lip ring going with it.
Of course. Scott and his obsession with checking his bass before each show is a ritual in and of itself, so Micah can’t exactly fault him for being absent at this very moment.
Kaden meets Micah’s eyes. “Why’d it take you so long to get back?” he questions her. That stupid lip ring is still angled to the ceiling. “Interview booth was only a couple minutes away.”
Micah sends her brother a glare.
“I was sucking off Isaac Hale behind the panini wagon,” Micah snaps at him. “Turns out he loves a good steak panini after getting his dick deep-throated by one of his best friends. Go figure,” she adds with a shrug.
Kaden rolls his eyes with a dramatic sigh before switching his attention to his phone. Micah bristles at the action.
Ask unnecessary questions, get unnecessary answers.
A little while later, after Micah has downed an entire plastic water bottle and scrolled through her phone, the band is ushered out of their trailer. Bonesmith is going on soon and needs to be ready to perform. Scott has rejoined them by the time they make it to side stage.
Backstage, all four band members are hooked up to their mics and in-ears. Micah quietly goes through a few vocal warmups, simultaneously slowly pacing back and forth. Then someone is saying they’re on and the band huddles to do their pre-show ritual.
“Kaden, name one thing you’re grateful for today,” Micah says as they all put their hands together in a circle. Her phone buzzes from inside her pocket but she ignores it.
“Liquid Death iced tea,” he answers with a smile. “Wes, name one thing you’re grateful for today.”
“Watching Evanescence’s entire set,” Weasley says. He looks to Scott. “Scott, name one thing you’re grateful for today.”
“My new in-ears,” Scott proudly states. “Micah, name one thing you’re grateful for today.”
“Motionless In White performing Slaughterhouse,” she says. “Alright, on three. One—“
“Two—“
“Three—“
“Let’s rattle some bones!”
And with that, they all head for the stage.
The crowd screams when the four of them come in to view. Micah stands at the front of the stage, both of her hands grasping the microphone in front of her. Her heart is pounding out of her chest but she swallows down the nervousness rising from her stomach. She will never get used to this.
This crowd is bigger than she had anticipated, especially considering this is one of the side stages. But that doesn’t bother her as she hears the opening to new way out.
Anxiety eats away at Micah’s insides as she begins singing. The way the crowd screams the lyrics back at her eases those feelings, but not completely. That anxiety and those nerves will never vanish fully no matter how hard she may try.
Once their first song was complete, Micah stands at the front of the stage. She looks over the crowd with a fondness settling in her chest.
“Hi guys,” she says into the microphone. She catches her breath as the crowd yell and scream in response. “How are we feeling?”
The crowd goes crazy. Micah smiles back at them.
“Good. Good.” She bites her painted lip. “You ready to keep going?”
People scream to tell Micah they’re ready for another song. Her smile widens as she presents what the band is playing next.
After playing have you had enough? and Concrete, Micah once again stands at the front of the stage catching her breath. She loves to jump around and just perform while on stage. It helps to relieve anxiety and any remaining nervousness that may be occupying her organs.
She stands there for a bit, just observing the crowd. There are too many people to keep track of any bananas or look out for any faces in particular. She then brings the microphone back up to her mouth.
“Can you guys get a circle pit for me going please?” Micah asks in a sickly sweet tone. “Pretty please?”
People immediately begin moving and fulfilling Micah’s request. From her left, Kaden plays lowly on his guitar. His playing sparks excitement amongst the crowd and the circle pit spins faster. With that same tooth-rotting tone, Micah speaks once more.
“I want a bigger pit,” she tells the crowd. “A bigger, rowdier circle pit. Slipknot-level, please.”
Once the pit is large enough to Micah’s satisfaction, she addresses the crowd one more time, saying, “Are you guys ready? I don’t think you’re ready.”
Kaden reverberates a note on his guitar, letting the sound vibrate and sing through the speakers as Micah screams into her microphone: “Coward!”
The play through the center’s falling out, Anything Like Me, and a few more songs before their set is over. All four members of Bonesmith stand and take bow together. Picks and drumsticks are thrown into the crowd before the band exits the stage.
Mics are taken by stagehands and in-ears are taken out. Micah can feel sweat coating every inch of her body beneath her clothes, and the desire to shower is so heavy as she and her bandmates make their ways to their trailer.
The guys are talking about their performance when there is a buzz from Micah’s pocket. Her phone.
She retrieves the device and shock floods her system at the notifications waiting for her on her lock screen. Her heart stutters inside her chest.
＠chenzomauro: ＠micahsbones i am but a humble drummer 😌 thank you for the ego boost though
＠chenzomauro: ＠bonesmithband are insane performers, especially ＠micahsbones. if you haven’t seen them yet you need to 🤷♂️
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