RosesfortheCrue

It was a perfect day for surfing. Deep azure skies stretched for miles without a cloud in sight and the fiery eye of heaven beat his hot gaze upon the white sandy shore. Palm trees dotted the beach and swayed their leaves gently with the salty breeze while the waves crashed and roared and seagulls harshly screeched at each other. Kirk, a keen surfer, picked up his board and trotted down to the water, his feet burning from the hot sand. He reached the water and without any hesitation, ran into the aqua sea and swam towards the big waves. Kirk loved surfing. It was an escape; just like his music. Something he could do to take his mind off the c

**James' P.O.V** The candles flickered furiously, throwing shadows across the crimson tablecloth that covered the mahogany table my wife and I sat at. Francesca Hetfield sat opposite me, a beautiful smile palying at the corner of her painted lips. "This is simply wonderful James." she sighed happily. I grinned and reached under the table to squeeze her hand. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." The waiter came and handed us our meals and offered us some wine. The liquid trickled into the glass like blood and I clinked my glass with Francesca's before taking a sip of the cool rich drink. "So how's Kirk and Lars? And the new guy... Um... Jake?

**Jason's P.O.V** "Seriously what the hell is their problem?!" I snarled at the empty studio. "I never did anything wrong! I look up to this damned band and when I got the job I thought things would change, that they'd be happier now that they have a new bassist! We'd make music, sell albums, go on tours, hang out... But noooo, just 'cos I ain't Cliff goddamned Burton! Just 'cos they can't move on!" The only feedback I got in return for my enraged outburst was a spider who, after giving me a cranky look, scuttled away behind an amp. I sighed and kicked over an empty looking beer bottle. Turns out it wasn't as empty as I thought and the conte

**Lars's P.O.V** I shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my hoodie and wrinkled my nose in distaste when I saw Kirk and Jason having a little heart-to-heart in the recording room. I didn't really like Jason. Sure the kid gave us his all with his bass-playing and that was certainly appreciated, but it's not like he was a clone of Cliff... Suddenly the door at the end of the hallway swung open and James strided through, giving me a weird look. "Are you eavesdropping?" he asked, his blue eyes tinted with curiosity. "...Not exactly. Just, er, waiting for Kirk so we can, uh, record the guitar and drum parts." James didn't take the bait. "Yo

Jason's first week in the studio with Metallica was not the best week he'd ever had. He found the band's attitude cold and angry and felt like he was just some invisible prop that appeared when they wanted him. Another thing that bothered the bassist was the fact that Lars always called him "Newkid". "It's Newsted. Jason Newsted." he'd responded, not bothering to hide the slight annoyance in his voice. Honestly, why couldn't the band just be nice to him? Well at least Kirk seemed to be nice. He came across as almost shy, but Jason knew that as soon as the guitarist even went near Lars, the two turned into a terrifyingly crazy, loud, rambuncti

"Hello?" a confident voice called out. Someone walked through the doors in Metallica's studio and James, Lars, and Kirk looked up. A young man with chestnut curly hair and striking eyes flashed a smile at the band. "I'm Jason Newsted and I heard you were taking auditions for bassists?" "Sit there and play us a few songs. I was going to suggest that you use one of our basses over there, but I see you already brought one." James said in a cool voice. Jason knew instantly that Metallica's frontman was not one to be messed around with, and his smile trailed off along with his quickly fading confidence. He picked up his bass and took a deep brea