I Could Get Used to ThisCorey shifted as he lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling. He heart Mick grunt a little, and felt him shift too. Sharing a hotel room could be really awkward, depending on who Corey was sharing with.
And tonight, it was awkward. Sure, he loved Mick, but he knew the guitarist probably wasn't comfortable sharing a bed with a guy who'd boned the band's drummer, after all.
They lay there silently until finally Corey spoke.
"Hey man, I'm sorry you're stuck in here with me and all," he said. "I'm sure you…can't be all that comfortable…"
"I don't care," he said. "At least I know you won't molest me or anything. I mean, I'd be worried if I was sharing a bed with Shawn…or Sid."
Corey laughed. He reached over and tussled Mick's long black hair.
"Thanks man," he said. Just then they heard a knock at the door, and they booth propped themselves up on their elbows. Before either could speak or even get up they heard a voice.
"Mick, Corey. It's Joey…can I come in? Please?"
Slipknot babies 2"Cart! We want Cart!" Joey said, holding onto Corey's hand as the Slipknot crew entered the Wal-mart shopping center.
Corey had been getting a little annoyed by Joey and Sid's 'baby act' they've been playing around with lately. Since they've been acting this way, they been nothing but destruction. Shawn was laughing at how Corey couldn't control Joey, as he destroyed or broke anything. Joey was more of a handful then Sid was. Last night Joey didn't do anything except scream his lungs out the whole night. Mick got so frustrated he was about to punch Joey in the mouth.
Mick thought this game seemed so stupid, he couldn't take being around immature people. He signed up to be in a rock n roll metal band, not to go around acting as if he was raising babies.
Joey and Sid both ran up to the sliding doors that open and closed, they both played with the doors as they slid open and then closed. They looked surprised in amusement as if they've never seen it before.
"TRANSFORMER POWER!" Sid scream
Slipknot: The Musical
I don't own slipknot. I don't think this ever happened but if it did, I'd be there with my camera. I do own the songs however. I wrote them.
Joey woke up and he thought it was any normal day. Oh, how he was wrong. It all began when he walked into the living room.
"The birds are singing, bells are ringing, it's a picture perfect day," Corey sang.
"The sun is shining, People ain't dying, It's a beautiful sunny day!" Mick added in a rather high voice.
"Yes! It's hard to make a fuss!" Sid added even higher, "In our quaint little bus! On such a lovely day!!!!"
"It's a picture perfect day!" sang Chris, Corey, Shawn and Mick "We're really glad we're here! It's a picture perfect day! Don't you think this song is just a bit-"
"IT'S A PICTURE PERFECT DAY!!!!" Sid, Craig, Mick and Jim joined in, and everyone started dancing, "WE'RE REALLY GLAD WE'RE HERE!!! IT'S A PICTURE PERFECT DAY!!! Don't you think this song is... a... bit, QUEEEER?!"
Everyone sat down as soon as the music had ended. Jo
She seemed dressed in all of me,
stretched across my shame,
all the torment and the pain,
Leaked through and covered me,
I sighed and looked down at the lithe frame curled up on my bed, gentle breaths dusting over his pale pink lips. His black hair fell over his beautiful face like a veil, those icy orbs shut off from the world.
I wanted to reach out and touch him. I wanted to smooth his hair, feel it between my fingers. Wanted to touch his face, run my fingertips over his eyelids, feel his eyelashes, down his pale cheeks, run a finger over his sweet lips.
But I didn't move. I stayed firmly where I was, a few feet from the bed, just looking at him. I couldn't even remember why Joey had come to my house; I couldn't remember much of anything except is voice ringing through my head.
I took a step towards the bed, watched as Joey's chest rose and fell with his quiet breaths. I stood there for a moment again, just watching him, hypnotized, until finally I managed to take
Craig was writing something on his PC. Sid was staring at him.
"Craig, I wanted to watch Transformers in streaming."
"If you wait, then you'll watch it." the sampler snorted.
"Craig!" he whined.
The older man clenched his teeth and kept writing.
The DJ snorted again and slammed his hand on the table.
"SID! You acted like a baby for the whole day! What do you want from me?"
"Nothing. It's not a good day." he sighed deeply.
Craig saved his files and stood up "Definitely today isn't a good day. Watch Transformers and shut up." he pointed at the PC and walked out of the room.
No, it wasn't a good day.
In the next room, there was Chris playing Paul's bass. Quiet enough not to kill his nerves.
"Can I remain here for a while?" the sampler asked.
"Sure man." the percussionist smiled.
He started playing again.
Craig stared at him, not really paying attention to his music.
After a while, Chris placed the bass on the floor and looked at his friend.
"Weren't you working?"
Korn and Slipknot Randomness
Corey: *walks in pissed off* WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Corey: IT'S FUCKING 3:30 IN THE FUCKING MORNING WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING FUCKING SINGING THIS FUCKING EARLY GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!
Jonathan: *stares* That's a lot of fucks! AND FYI, I needed to practice.
Corey: WHY THIS FUCKING EARLY THOUGH?
Jonathan: Errr..Becuase! I can't sleep.
Corey: Why fucking not?
Jonathan: Because....I had too much sugar and caffeine...
Corey: Jon! What the fuck have I told you about drinking fucking stuff that makes you hyper before you go to fucking bed eh!?
Jonathan:Would you quit with the fucks and fucking and fuck already? Jesus fucking christ!
Corey: Make fucking me!
Jonathan: *twitches in annoyance and then grins* All fucking righty *sings surfacing*
Corey: *covers ears* AHH A KORN COVER OF A SLIPKNOT SONG WTF. DAMN YOU.
Jonathan: BAHAHAHAHA take that !!!
*Munky & Chris wake up and come in* WOULD YOU BOTH SHUT THE FUCK UP ITS TOO GODAMN EARLY FOR YOU FUCKERS TO B