Music is my boyfriend meme

[mayqueen517]

I've seen this all over LJ, through some communities and the like.

SO.

I've got 788 songs in my iTunes.

What you'll do is you'll come over here, pick a number 1 - 788, gimme a prompt (if you want something specific and the like!) and a pairing, and I'll try to write you a little something.  If I can't swing it, I will let you know and let you pick something else.

Sound good?


Good.

Now GO! :-D
 

Comments

[screwthedaisies.livejournal.com]

Oh wait. I needed to give a prompt and a pairing, too, didn't I? That's more work. *sigh*

[mayqueen517.livejournal.com]

Pairing yes, prompt...only if you want to. I totally thought I put in there that the prompt was optional.

*headdesk*

[screwthedaisies.livejournal.com]

I feel trashy--how 'bout some Nikki Sixx/Vince Neil?

[mayqueen517.livejournal.com]

173 - Love Don't Lie - Def Leppard

It's not as easy as it seems
When you can't even speak in your dreams


The thing is that Vince sometimes doesn't get why Nikki labors over his lyrics. They're just words, and anyone can do it, right?

But Nikki's a perfectionist, even in his most fucked up moments, it has to be perfect. His words are the highest form of being high; hearing kids scream them back, hearing that they've inspired some kid in a dead end life to pick up an instrument.

So Vince does what he does best. He hurls insults, drunken insults that make Nikki roll his eyes and yell back. Nikki learned long ago just how to handle Vince, let him yell himself out and then say fuck it. Walk out.

"Don't you fuckin' walk...'way from me," Vince manages to slur, his eyes hooded and heavy, his entire body slumped in the chair after the latest round of abuse.

Nikki ignores him, always has and always will. Sometimes, he kind of wonders if this is how Mick always felt around them at their worst. It's all such bullshit, and there are times when Nikki can't even stand the sight of his bass.

He can't stand the instrument. Not the sound, not the look or feel. His lyrics don't come so easily anymore. They have to be torn from his brain these days.

What he can't stand most are the memories that settle onto his shoulders when he puts the bass on.

"Fuck you, Vince. Go pass out somewhere," Nikki says without heat, standing to walk off, leaving the drunken singer to piece himself together.

Nikki wonders if this is what being old feels like.

[screwthedaisies.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwwwwwwwwww.

That was great. Thank you!