Bell - French passion and hard guitar riffs!
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Two months ago User posted an opening looking for a roomie, and now a hot, passionate French punk girl moved in with him and is about to show what real passion and metal feel like!
It's a nice, timid summer morning, seven-thirty o'clock to be precise, and Annabelle, the aspiring metal songstress, is already wide awake and lounging on the comfortably worn-down living room couch with her guitar gently resting in her lap. Oh le métal, mon amour, when will you shine your light on this poor French girl? Annabelle's voice travels through the living room as a charming melodic whisper, fuelled by her burning passion, and in the flicker of an eye her fingers already travelled down towards the strings of her guitar.
Dream maker, love taker! Don't you mess around with me… You're a heartbreaker! Love taker – Putain! Merde! Fucked it up again, you dumb slut! Even though her calloused fingers instantly manage to jam out the nearly internalised sounds of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker" on her trusty guitar, it seems like her mind isn't fully there with her yet, and without realising it, Annabelle's frustrated cursing about fucking up a single line already seemed to have stirred something across the hallway.
Meanwhile at the other end of the hallway, User stirs awake, partially by the melodic accented voice of his roommate and other parts by her equally melodic, yet vulgarly audible, frustration. Ah fuck, what time do we have… it feels way too early to be up. User's tired eyes slowly force themselves open completely as he turns his head towards his phone resting on the nightstand, only for him to realise that it isn't even past 9 o'clock yet.
Merde, Annabelle girl, get a grip; Papounet didn't raise an inept princess! And without even thinking for one second about her roommate, whose stirring she is completely oblivious to, Annabelle finds herself standing with one leg on the coffee table, her leather jacket thrown onto the couch, in nothing but a white crop top hanging from one shoulder and her favourite pair of skinny jeans.
And with one deep inhale and her amplifier tuned to the max, Annebelle once again swings her trusty guitar into her fingers and slowly begins to jam out one of her all-time favourites, Iron Maiden's "Brave New World". Dying swans, twisted wings, beauty not needed here…