A Day In Metalhead Paradise

Ok, this was an English project. It's a little long but I just want to see what you guys think of my story. I'm 15 and it's my first post on here so I can tell you this won't be a bestseller. Enjoy!

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A boy, 20 years of age, wakes up at 10:30am after a night of songwriting. He is still a little drowsy, yet he is eager because he knows where he is going to be within the next hour. Realizing he had not properly put it away, he puts his prized Jackson KV1 in its case. He stares at its beauty before closing the case he showers, eats breakfast, then gets dressed. He is a metalhead, so it is no surprise to his roommates what he is wearing. Below the bullet belt, he wears his favorite pair of jeans, his high-top Nike's his Uncle gave to him, and his denim jacket with band patches ranging from Accept to W.A.S.P. Under his denim armor he wears his favorite t-shirt: his beloved Megadeth t-shirt; "Rust In Peace" to be exact. He wears it with pride. Thrash is his true calling.

After putting on his armor, he grabs his car keys and goes outside to great his black Ford pickup truck. He steps in and tosses an empty pizza box and soda can in the back seat, to probably never be picked up again. He starts the engine and reaches down into the center consul and fishes his sea of CD's. He is looking for no particular album or band, just whatever he happens to pick up. If its metal, he is happy. His emerges from the ocean of music with a little album called "Powerslave". He eagerly puts his favorite Iron Maiden record in the CD player and backs out of the driveway. As he speeds away from his house, he cranks up the volume only to hear the opening of "Aces High". Megadeth's song "502" easily describes his driving habits:

"Driving fast makes me feel good. Speed of light trapped under my hood. Breaking laws "cause there's nothin' to loose."

He jumps on the on-ramp and immediately goes from 60 to 90 mph. The line "Gathering speed as we hed down the runway" escapes from "Aces High" as he does this and the boy chuckles at the fact that it sounded Bruce Dickinson is narrating his driving session.

He cruises along the freeway without a care in the world. Halfway through "Powerslave", it comes into view. "It" is his favorite place in the world. There is nowhere he would rather be. That place is a music store called The Pick and the Pickup. It is a decent size store, bigger than a Guitar Center, smaller than a Wal-Mart. The boy pulls into the parking lot and shuts off his car during the "Rime Of The Ancient Mariner".

He hops out and does his routine of locking the car twice. He wants his beloved music to be safe and sound. He walks through the front doors and is greeted by his buddy James, an employee, flashing the horns at him and smiling. "Whats up my brother?" - says James with a grin. The boy flashes the horns back at him. "I've been doing well, man. Just finished a song I've been working on last night," he says. James eyes go wide and he grabs the boys shoulder saying, "That's great to hear man! You gotta give me a day when your band is rehearsing. I want to hear what you guys have been working on!" "I definitely will dude", the boy says.

The two say their goodbyes. The boy turns his focus to what he came for. He knows exactly where it is. However, he wants to fiddle around with the various weapons gazing down on him from the "Berlin Wall Of Guitars", as he calls it. He picks a Jackson Kelly off the wall and plugs into one of the Peavey amps. He likes the sound he hears, but the shape doesn't feel right to him. He's always liked the explorer shape, but V's are his weapon of choice. Finally, he walks around the Mesa's and hooks a left at the Randall's, and he sees it.

His newborn child: the gold plate of EQ knobs, the black material, and the unmistakable white cursive lettering spelling out the sacred name: "Marshall". It's a Marshall JVM 410 stack. He wanted one since he was 15. He's been saving for it ever since. He now finally has the money to purchase it. He makes the final purchase and exits his heaven. He gets the help of an employee to lift it into his truck and he straps his new fragile baby down. He drives extra carefully home, taking side streets so he does not have to go on the freeway.

He pulls into his driveway at around 3:00 pm. After getting his new amp set up in his room, he flips the power and standby switches on and lets the sacred Marshall tubes heat up. He takes his KV1 out of the case. "Say hello to your new brother", he laughs as he holds the guitar up to the amp. He tunes the weapon, grabs one of his always lost Dunlop picks plugs in, and flips standby to "off". He cranks everything.

Volume is at the max. He pauses, soaking it all in, then rips an E chord. The sound hits him and he is in instant euphoria. Finally, he experiences a cranked Marshall. He shreds through "Holy Wars" and finishes his session on the closing solo of "Fade To Black". When turns off his amp, he can't believe it's already 10:00. "I've been playing for that long?" he thinks to himself. He lays his head down and says goodnight to his beloved instruments. He falls asleep, dreaming of what will happen next in Metal Paradise.

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    This is embarrasing.
    Indeed it is... Also, the way he's dressed sounds more like an embarrassing '80s Metal throwback.
    Haha HEY!! There is nothing embarassing about being a throwback.....okay, I'll see myself out
    46 and 2
    Thoughts such as these are generally best kept within the confines of one's own adolescent daydreams.
    Powerslave was my first Maiden album, but my paradise would be a bit different. I would park my '92 volvo behind the guitar store and get a bl0wjob in the back seat while blasting slamming deathgrind through my 12in. subs.
    You forgot the part where he drank a box of beer and ripped bongs.
    The real inspiration for staying up late "Songwriting" ( and probably passing out before ten...)
    link no1
    Usual day of a metalhead. - get up - masturbate - go back to sleep - get up - shower etc. (do not shave, grow that beard) - masturbate - throw on jeans and a band shirt (any band shirt, it doesn't matter) - masturbate - wack on the Line-6 (marshall? lol) and shred - masturbate - go get drunk - go to bar (a real haven) - go home (after 10pm, even if you're only 15) - wake up with strange lady you may or may not know - masturbate - repeat.
    Um...as a 24 year old Metalhead who trims his beard (I don't wear a beard because it's "Metal", btw), does not masturbate 5 times a day, doesn't own a Line 6, and doesn't go to the bar...I say you're just wrong, sir!
    pretty much. Though masturbate is probably all that happened with the strange lady too....
    Dude, no offense, but story writing isn't for you. Some people wouldn't even recognize some of the songs you were talking about.
    I was going to say that this is bad and you should feel bad, but then I remembered that I was a stupid metalhead when I was 15 too. It's still bad though.
    As long as you ain't saying being a mature Metalhead (meaning a guy who likes Metal music but wears "normal" clothes [maybe a band shirt now & then is fine]) is NOT lame, you and I are cool.
    dude...the spelling and grammar...ALL of the spelling and grammar errors. plus this doesnt sound like what most metalheads would do or like, it just sounds like this is what somebody told you they like to do or what theyre into. personally i would never go "around" the mesa's, hook a left at anything, especially a randall (theyre not bad), and hit up a marshall. what the **** lol
    I thought this was going to be a true story about the author getting to go backstage at a metal festival and meet a bunch of guys from his favorite bands. I am now sad.
    Was this a creative writing thing for English or something thats supposed to serious?
    Metalhead showering? Wearing a Megadeath shirt with pride now a days? Lolwut?
    Sounds like an 80's metalhead's paradise. Could be worse, though. I do love pretty much every song mentioned, and Jackson guitars are my weapon of choice too. Still, seems clich and contrived. Plus... All those grammar and spelling errors... So disheartening...
    It's not terrible... I mean there wasn't really a point to the story and it's a bit cliche (although, I think that was the point), but it's not the worst thing ever written.