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Juke Box Hero	By : TokitheDrummer Category: +M through R > Metalocalypse > Slash - Male/Male Views: 890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dethklok/Metalocalypse, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Just like I do not own or create the song "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N Roses.

Chapter List
- 1-Introduction.
- 2-Chanced Meeting.
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Actually wrote this fanfic for Charlie; one of my best friends. Because the first seemed so long I decided to actually break this supposed to be one chapter up into two. Again, thank you for taking the time to read my fanfiction, I hope you enjoy.

The occasional howl of the wind and the steady splash and splatter of the downpour against the streets, nothing else moved. It was almost as if time itself had ceased to flow in the little dark nameless town in Indiana, but this- was only an illusion.
Everyone was simply- gone.
To the edge of the town- all the locals and even people from out of state, all had gathered in the brand new beautiful shimmering coliseum to watch a VERY special concert. It was a once in a lifetime experience for such a tiny unknown place. They all had crowded around and inside the building the best they could. The wonderfully glorious coliseum seemed just about ready to burst at the seams and over flow with the writhing bodies of the rabid fans.
Guns N' Roses had rolled into town.
However, not everyone was lucky enough to get a ticket to see the show. The unlucky ones that had waited too long to grab their ticket for the sold out show had to sit and wait in the rain, hoping that maybe, just maybe, someone would come around offering them a ticket or two. However, when they realized that there was no hope for them- they had finally decided to head home to get out of their wet clothes, eat a nice warm meal, and mope around in their pajamas.
All except one.
A teenager with long messy drenched redhair stood against the building with his head hung low, green eyes clenched shut as the rain beat down on him mercilessly. His ears could just barely make out the roar of the crowd- and just like any other fan that had been left out in the rain, his mind began to imagine what it was like in there with the crowd. Out of the rain and in the protection of the walls and roof, Axl Rose was stepping up to the microphone, getting ready to sing.
All of the redhead’s saved money would have been worth spending it all just to see him and his band! The male pushed his ear to the wall, body shivering from the even colder touch of the brick trying to see if he could possibly make out any sound, ears straining for anything, absolutely anything- and that's when he heard it... for the first time, actually in PERSON, he heard it. The scream-
Of one guitar.
Just barely into “Welcome to the Jungle”.
The young male tried his best to not show his shock and awe at the beautiful sound striking his ears but his gawking mouth didn't really help. He couldn't help but to try and lean his head even harder against the wall. It was amazing how beautiful that sound was in person-! ...
Fiery green eyes suddenly went wide- a soft smirk covering his face as a slippery idea ran through the redhead's mind… He could totally do this. He could become one of them- and make millions! In fact, just at the thought he already had song ideas rushing through his head, it was perfect! But, he was missing something, something very crucial to a musical career...
He needed an instrument.
The young male glanced around pulling himself away from the hypnotic music a little bit remorsefully before his eyes rested on a closed secondhand store- you could almost see the stars forming in his excited gaze. The teenager decided that maybe he'd have to pay the owner of the little rundown shop a bit of a visit tomorrow and use whatever money he had managed to save up and NOT spend on those tickets, for a nice guitar. Even though he would have to learn how to play it himself, this didn’t seem to put a damper on his determination. After all, he didn't exactly have enough money for his own personal teacher, but that didn’t matter. As long as you practiced, the only way you had to go was up, right?
Too excited and moved by the concert to stay and listen, not to mention, he WAS getting a bit sick of being weighed down by water in his own clothing, the male sprinted back to his 'home' in the rain- that smirk still clear on his face, green eyes still blazing with that hidden passion. He slipped into the back of the hotel he had been staying at using his brother's driver's license to be able to rent a room. After all, that douchebag could always get another license- and didn’t even deserve it. Even though the staff knew that he wasn't Seth- money WAS money and they had decided to overlook it. For now anyway, until the head manager of the place caught him- which the male was sure would never happen. After all, he had outsmarted the yuppie this entire time by sneaking in and out of the back, what were the chances of him getting caught now? The teenager was over confident in himself.
"Good evening, Pickles."
The redhead's gaze shot from the door of his room to the janitor, long drenched hair covering one of his wide green eyes. Excuses, one after another ran through his head. Pickles would go out kicking and screaming if that meant he could stay for a few minutes longer. He had JUST gotten into the hotel looking forward to a nice long hot shower and warm meal; there was NO way in hell he was going to give that up without a fight!
Yet the moment he went to open his mouth to say something- he realized exactly who had called his name and instantly relaxed. A soft playful smile replacing the sudden fear and shock. It was JUST the janitor who, on more than one occasion, had caught Pickles sneaking in and out of the hotel but been nice enough to keep his mouth shut. In a way, you could say, that they were sort of friends. Kind of.
"Hey dere Lary! Ets ah, kinda cold an' rainy out dere, isn't et?" He spoke with a light tone yet heavy Midwestern accent. The Janitor only nodded in return and continued his work on the floors, paying the young male, Pickles, no more attention as he slid into his room, closing the door behind him. Pickles headed straight for the showers realizing just from that little scare, he had taken the nice advantage for granted and planned on staying in there for a while. Wash the dirty rain of his pale freckled skin.
Once out of the shower, Pickles slid over to his tiny little suitcase- if you could even call it that and opened it up. His eyes roamed around the contents of the bag; a few torn up shirts, ripped up faded jeans from age, a few pairs of boxers, nothing exactly special. Well, ignoring the little bundle of cash hidden up underneath his tattered clothes. He reached down, clenching his towel around his waist so it didn’t fall off, and actually dug out an old black and silver short sleeved t-shirt. It’s sleeves were almost torn completely off, the bottom of the shirt look like it had gone through the lawn mower and it had very few holes in it- yet, this was the best he had thus far that was actually clean. Pickles inspected the shirt one last time before laying it on the dresser along with the dry pair of jeans in his suitcase, a wave of tiredness wrapping itself around him forcing out a yawn. The young male made his way to the bed and plopped down on it, sprawling himself out on the comforter, towel and all. Even though he wasn't exactly much, just a little runaway from Wisconsin, he could still try to look his best for tomorrow, after all, it would be his first day of being a proud guitar owner.
Finally, unable to hold his eyes open anymore- Pickles drifted off to an actual peaceful sleep.
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