The Music Freaks Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"End of passion play, crumbling away; I'm your source of self-destruction; Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear; Leading on your death's construction…" "Turn that off! Pleaaasseee…" She screamed. "You don't like the track of our favourite band. That can’t be the case." She could hear the sarcasm in Mike's words who was sitting on the armchair next to the sofa, still holding the drip. He turned the volume up. The characteristic guitar riffs and Hetfield's vocals reminded her of many painful memories. "Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings; Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams; Blinded by me, you can't see a thing; Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream…"

Beckam brought records and I took them out of his hands to look at them. -And that? —This is good music—he took the records from me, offended by my face, and put them in the cubicle where they went—, not like that auditory crap that teenagers listen to now. My God, how scary. "You are horrible," I replied. -Not you. "Hey, I'm sensitive!" I smacked his arm and he smirked. It took him a while to get that jalopy going, he even gave it a few side blows and shook it, until finally a band began to play. Creedence Clearwater Revival filled the room and I looked at him.

BAM! The music they played was experimental indie-rock, flying the banner of Midnight Frequency. What they created was loud, thick with buried rage, raw—and yet structured with a rhythmic precision that bordered on extraordinary. For Michi, hitting the drums was never just a secret hobby. It was the only valve keeping her sanity from shattering under the weight of the Suryokusumo family's expectations. Every strike of the stick against the snare's skin was release for her disgust with the daylight version of herself. Behind the mask of the graceful model student, this studio was the one place her real self could breathe unburdened.

Mad eye from women, yet gratification from arouse men she could see scrambling from their feet. “Fuck it!” Somebody screamed above the music. Eve chuckles. She really knows her way out. We live with no lies Hey, hey You’re my favourite kind of night So I love when you call unexpected ‘Cause I hate when the moment’s expected “That’s my girl.” Chicago proudly claimed.

I thought, trying to soothe him, "you'll always be my one and only love." But Sak wasn't having it. "Finn, are you really in love with Lycidas? He's a Lycan. He used you, fucked you, then tossed you aside like trash. Can't you scrape together some self-respect and..." The music hit me like a fist - frenzied, rhythmic, pulsing through the club - and drowned out Sak's voice. I stood there, calm as a statue amidst the chaos, the dancing crowd swirling around me like a pack of rabid dogs.

I shook my head with a sigh. I walked into the clubhouse, and groaned out in frustration and the loud sound of the music hit my eardrum. The sound of the music was really loud and heavy. I looked up as I heard an uproar. It was from the guys that were hitting the buttocks of the ladies, probably a stripper at the other side of the stage. They were dancing and twerking to the beat of the music. It was really nice having a view of the strippers showing off their naked buttocks and breasts as they romanced with the pole in the staff.

I begin to blast my favorite music, dancing and singing to my song, Anna has a really creepy taste when it comes to music, so as usual she goes upstairs to take a nap as she finds my taste of music weird, I continue to dance and scream till my body wears out, I lay down, turn off the music as I quietly allow the alcohol do its thing my eyes beginning to feel heavy as I quietly drift off to sleep.

And I was having fun with my friends as well, and I am just glad that the girls didn't bother me at all, but out of the corner of my eye, I can see them stealing glances at me. I can't deny that there is a part of me that feels so worried about what they might do to me because every time they look at me, they will whisper at each other. While the band was playing my favorite song, I couldn't stop myself from singing along with them. Only Alice, Ashton, and Oscar knew I loved music, and when I started dating Ashton, I made a composition. I just finished it recently, even if I am busy with my studies, works, and spending my time thinking about my hot boyfriend.

“We really let them talk us into this.” Nathan smiled, his eyes never leaving Maya. “I’m not regretting it.” Watching her laugh like that, cheeks flushed, eyes bright,it was the most relaxed he’d seen her. And something about that made him feel lighter too. For the first time in a long time, things didn’t feel complicated. They were just… good. As soon as “Freak the Freak Out” started playing, Sophie screamed, “Yesss! This is my song!” She yanked Maya closer to the mic. “Come on, girl. You know this one!”

Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream, dream, dream. My knees shake as I stand up from the couch. Oh no, this is not right. I look around me. What the fuck is going on? I start to run but I don’t see the door. Oh man, where is the fuckin’ door? I can’t find the exit. The music continues to play and it’s not funny. This old tuned song scares the hell out of me and makes me panic. ’I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, anytime night or day.’