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Grim's band at a small venue punk show
How do lighting I should really look up reference for stuff like this but, too lazy and don't care enough haa

PUNK ROCK RUINED MY LIFE
SECTION FOURTEEN
Grim followed Crue into the venue, toting his guitar and a part of Morty’s drum kit. He sat his guitar on it’s stand on stage and handed the snare to Morty as she started reassembling his kit, getting ready for the show. Orion plugged his guitar into his amp and started tuning as Grim flipped wires around the floor, he took time taping them down. Morty did a few short clashes on his drums and cracked his knuckles a few times.
“Crue, take a step to the left!” Morty called over their soundcheck. She took a step to the side and looked back at him. He grinned and bobbed his eye brows. “That’s better.” He said with a grin, staring at her. Her brows scrunched and she stepped her bass close to the amp and it squealed high pitched in the speaker next to his head. He covered his ears and glared at her.
“Go fuck yourself!” she said spitting at him before returning to her place, plucking at her bass watching Grim scatter around getting everyone ready. “Grim, he’s being a fuck head again.” She said down to him.
“What am I? Fucking baby sitter? Grow up and deal with it.” He said scrunching up and grabbing his guitar and plugging in.
Crue and Morty started bickering, as Grim tried to soundcheck with the sound guy. His ear flicked to his band mates, his brows scrunched and he stormed to Crue, he pulled the plug from her bass. “Would you two shut the fuck up?” he exclaimed looking to both of them. “Stop being a big baby, and stop being a fucking asshole.” He said tugging both of their ears and releasing them with a push. Crue picked up her plug and stuck it back into her bass as Grim returned to his spot. “Are you fuckIng ready, Orion?” he asked, losing his temper.
Grim strummed his guitar again, staring to the sound guy. His thumb directed the volumes and levels until he found his happy spot. People started flooding back into the venue as they warmed up. The band started playing rambunctiously from the first few sounds. Grim’s hands hung low to his guitar, frantically strumming as he growled into the microphone. His knee mimicked Morty’s drumming, a little bit slow. Grim dropped his hands and grabbed onto the mic, flipping a finger to Morty and pointing it up, glaring back to him.
They played through a few songs in their set, eventually being encored. Grim was dripping with sweat as the moshpit screamed for more. He wiped his face with his hand and started another riff and the fast paced lyrics, Orion and Crue joined in, eventually Morty adding his drums. The moshpit violently swirled, legs and arms going every which way. Grim noticed a shadow hop up onto the stage, his cheek was caught by a fist, several others in the most pit were trying to jump up and grab the random intruder, Grim’s cheek stung as he noticed a bloody spiked bracelet pull back from his face.
“You wanna go, motherfucker?” Grim said loudly, the mic blaring a bit as his guitar’s chord ripped away and Morty’s drumming slowed down. Grim grabbed onto the arm of the punk and twisted it to the side, is own blood smearing from the spikes to his wrists. Grim brought his foot up and pushed him from the stage into the grasp of the moshpit. Grim returned to his mic and finished the last lyric of the song before storming off stage with his guitar slung from his back. He held his cheek as he headed for the bathroom. He pushed the door open and noticed two younger boys smoking a joint. Grim grabbed it and took a fast hit before handing it back to them and looking in the mirror at his cheek.
“Hell, are you okay?” one of them asked.
“mother fuck.” He said grabbing paper towels and dabbing them to his cut. They quickly filled up with blood. Orion came in shortly after and checked on him.
“Shit, you need stitches man.” He said as Grim was rinsing and blotting the blood.
“What the fuck?” Grim asked looking up to his friend.
“Did you know that guy?” Orion asked Grim, he shook his head, causing the blood to gush more.
“Hey! Give me that fucking joint, again!” Grim called in the mirror, looking back at the kids in the back. They brought it over to him and Grim handed them a little wad of cash, slapping it to their chest before using his left hand to take a drag and holding his cheek with his right. He winced and pulled the paper towel from himself, the blood kept coming.
“Come on, you need to go to the hospital.” Orion said trying to push Grim.
“No, fuck you.” Grim glared up at him.
“Yes, fuck you.” Orion said pushing him more.
“Don’t touch me, mother fucker!” Grim said with a scowl as he held the joint in his lip and pushed Orion’s chest. Orion shook his head and wrapped his arm around Grim and lifted him over his shoulder. “What the fuck?” Grim squirmed. Orion pushed the door open, met by Morty and Crue.
“Start your van.” Orion gestured to Morty as Grim fought his grasp.
“Put me the fuck down, I’ll go.” Grim guffed, letting out a breath of smoke over Orion’s shoulder. Orion let his friend down, Crue and Morty quickly packed the van with their equipment as Grim sat in the front seat still slowly smoking and holding his face, blood seeping through the paper towel to his fingers.
Morty drove to the nearest hospital and they walked in with Grim to the ER. They brought him back fairly quickly and stitched his cheek closed, asking to call his mother. He told the nurse his grandmother’s phone number and waited as the doctors spent time disinfecting the gash in his face.
Grim sat in the waiting room for a while after, waiting for his grandmother to show up to pay for the stitches and take him home. She showed up looking worried, glancing to Grim with raised brows.
“I’m fine.” He said in monotone, glancing up to her.
“What happened?” she asked looking at his large gash.
“I got punched in the face and the kid had a studded bracelet on.” He said moving his jaw a little. He waited while his grandmother took care of insurance information and payment info. He followed her quietly to the car and held his cheek.
“Don’t touch it.” She scolded him.
“It hurts.” Grim said in an arch of attitude.
“Because you’re touching it.” She said in a glance to him

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Description
Grim's band at a small venue punk show
How do lighting I should really look up reference for stuff like this but, too lazy and don't care enough haa

PUNK ROCK RUINED MY LIFE
SECTION FOURTEEN
Grim followed Crue into the venue, toting his guitar and a part of Morty’s drum kit. He sat his guitar on it’s stand on stage and handed the snare to Morty as she started reassembling his kit, getting ready for the show. Orion plugged his guitar into his amp and started tuning as Grim flipped wires around the floor, he took time taping them down. Morty did a few short clashes on his drums and cracked his knuckles a few times.
“Crue, take a step to the left!” Morty called over their soundcheck. She took a step to the side and looked back at him. He grinned and bobbed his eye brows. “That’s better.” He said with a grin, staring at her. Her brows scrunched and she stepped her bass close to the amp and it squealed high pitched in the speaker next to his head. He covered his ears and glared at her.
“Go fuck yourself!” she said spitting at him before returning to her place, plucking at her bass watching Grim scatter around getting everyone ready. “Grim, he’s being a fuck head again.” She said down to him.
“What am I? Fucking baby sitter? Grow up and deal with it.” He said scrunching up and grabbing his guitar and plugging in.
Crue and Morty started bickering, as Grim tried to soundcheck with the sound guy. His ear flicked to his band mates, his brows scrunched and he stormed to Crue, he pulled the plug from her bass. “Would you two shut the fuck up?” he exclaimed looking to both of them. “Stop being a big baby, and stop being a fucking asshole.” He said tugging both of their ears and releasing them with a push. Crue picked up her plug and stuck it back into her bass as Grim returned to his spot. “Are you fuckIng ready, Orion?” he asked, losing his temper.
Grim strummed his guitar again, staring to the sound guy. His thumb directed the volumes and levels until he found his happy spot. People started flooding back into the venue as they warmed up. The band started playing rambunctiously from the first few sounds. Grim’s hands hung low to his guitar, frantically strumming as he growled into the microphone. His knee mimicked Morty’s drumming, a little bit slow. Grim dropped his hands and grabbed onto the mic, flipping a finger to Morty and pointing it up, glaring back to him.
They played through a few songs in their set, eventually being encored. Grim was dripping with sweat as the moshpit screamed for more. He wiped his face with his hand and started another riff and the fast paced lyrics, Orion and Crue joined in, eventually Morty adding his drums. The moshpit violently swirled, legs and arms going every which way. Grim noticed a shadow hop up onto the stage, his cheek was caught by a fist, several others in the most pit were trying to jump up and grab the random intruder, Grim’s cheek stung as he noticed a bloody spiked bracelet pull back from his face.
“You wanna go, motherfucker?” Grim said loudly, the mic blaring a bit as his guitar’s chord ripped away and Morty’s drumming slowed down. Grim grabbed onto the arm of the punk and twisted it to the side, is own blood smearing from the spikes to his wrists. Grim brought his foot up and pushed him from the stage into the grasp of the moshpit. Grim returned to his mic and finished the last lyric of the song before storming off stage with his guitar slung from his back. He held his cheek as he headed for the bathroom. He pushed the door open and noticed two younger boys smoking a joint. Grim grabbed it and took a fast hit before handing it back to them and looking in the mirror at his cheek.
“Hell, are you okay?” one of them asked.
“mother fuck.” He said grabbing paper towels and dabbing them to his cut. They quickly filled up with blood. Orion came in shortly after and checked on him.
“Shit, you need stitches man.” He said as Grim was rinsing and blotting the blood.
“What the fuck?” Grim asked looking up to his friend.
“Did you know that guy?” Orion asked Grim, he shook his head, causing the blood to gush more.
“Hey! Give me that fucking joint, again!” Grim called in the mirror, looking back at the kids in the back. They brought it over to him and Grim handed them a little wad of cash, slapping it to their chest before using his left hand to take a drag and holding his cheek with his right. He winced and pulled the paper towel from himself, the blood kept coming.
“Come on, you need to go to the hospital.” Orion said trying to push Grim.
“No, fuck you.” Grim glared up at him.
“Yes, fuck you.” Orion said pushing him more.
“Don’t touch me, mother fucker!” Grim said with a scowl as he held the joint in his lip and pushed Orion’s chest. Orion shook his head and wrapped his arm around Grim and lifted him over his shoulder. “What the fuck?” Grim squirmed. Orion pushed the door open, met by Morty and Crue.
“Start your van.” Orion gestured to Morty as Grim fought his grasp.
“Put me the fuck down, I’ll go.” Grim guffed, letting out a breath of smoke over Orion’s shoulder. Orion let his friend down, Crue and Morty quickly packed the van with their equipment as Grim sat in the front seat still slowly smoking and holding his face, blood seeping through the paper towel to his fingers.
Morty drove to the nearest hospital and they walked in with Grim to the ER. They brought him back fairly quickly and stitched his cheek closed, asking to call his mother. He told the nurse his grandmother’s phone number and waited as the doctors spent time disinfecting the gash in his face.
Grim sat in the waiting room for a while after, waiting for his grandmother to show up to pay for the stitches and take him home. She showed up looking worried, glancing to Grim with raised brows.
“I’m fine.” He said in monotone, glancing up to her.
“What happened?” she asked looking at his large gash.
“I got punched in the face and the kid had a studded bracelet on.” He said moving his jaw a little. He waited while his grandmother took care of insurance information and payment info. He followed her quietly to the car and held his cheek.
“Don’t touch it.” She scolded him.
“It hurts.” Grim said in an arch of attitude.
“Because you’re touching it.” She said in a glance to him

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