Cold As Life- LPF Family

So, I've figured out how to start. I'm not sure who all is going to be in it as of yet, but i'll do my best to work in everyone i can.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~10:30 pm…Concert house…~

 

I’m sitting in my changing room, looking at myself in the tall mirror, wondering how the fuck I came to be here, about to put on the show of the year, not even sure if my family would make it to see me do what I do. My hair is crimson, my teeth white and my fangs long and sharp. Black eyeliner roughly drawn around my eyes, heavy enough to see from yards away. I smirked at my looks. I had made it big, and yet I haven’t sold out. A tough task without a doubt. I stood up and leaned on a table in front of the mirror, glancing down at my fire-tattooed wrists, my way of showing where I come from. My father was legendary…it just meant that I had a lot to live up to, yet they don’t know how I grew up. I sighed. Bad memories for me to be thinking of right before the Show. I growled to myself and went to my clothes hanging up on the rack behind me. I needed to pick something, and soon, the Show starts in about forty-five minutes, and I needed to go for a sound check shortly. I smirked and picked a black wife-beater and black jeans with about 20lbs of chains on them. When I had on my clothes, I looked back at myself. You could now see my other tattoos. My dragon, my gray fox, my writings in Latin. They were all visible. Good, I thought to myself. I rubbed my wrists, thinking of my father, and went out for sound check.

 

When I got onstage, I saw my sister there, helping with the drums for my band. I smiled slightly. “What are you doing here Mel?”

 

She dropped some cords and turned to me. “You didn’t think I’d be here for my BABY sisters’ big show do ya? The rest of the family should be here soon too.”

 

Great…so I can disappoint them more? I thought dully. “Okay. Well. It’s time for my sound check.” I grabbed some of the microphones and started singing random songs into them, checking if they would hold out for my voice. My band, “Cold as Life” was back behind stage, preparing themselves. At least they don’t have to sing…

 

I shook my doubt from my mind and spoke softly to myself. “Come on Fox. You’re Chesters’ daughter for petes’ sake! You are born for this…this is what you are here for.”

 

 

Behind me and heard a chuckle and a mans’ voice. “Damn right you are. Now come here squirt!” I turned to see my father, in a white wife-beater and jeans, with a huge smile on his face. His glasses framed his eyes, but didn’t make him any less than what he was… brilliant. He held out his tattooed arms and I ran to them, hugging him.

 

“Dad, I didn’t think you’d show!” I said with a laugh as I let go of him.

 

“Not show?! What kinda dad do you take me for? And besides, I gotta check out this band, I hear they might outdo Linkin Park…and I was like No Way in Fucking Hell! So here I am.” He said with a smirk. I laughed, I couldn’t help myself. If anyone could make me feel better before a show, it was Chas. He looked me up and down and laughed. “Well well well. Fox. You really do take after me don’t cha?!” we both laughed like crazy.

 

I finished my sound check and sat down on the stage, looking at the few people that were in the audience so far. I got a glace of somebody who looked very much like my mum, but last time I heard, she went back to Australia, and didn’t even know of my new band. When I looked back to place where I saw the woman, she disappeared. I sighed and cursed under my breath as Chester went to talk to Mel.

you better write more damn it. thats all that needs to be said. shwag says hi

Can't fucking wait to read more Greyfoxx! Loving it

~11:05…Behind The Curtin~

 

I was being seen to by make-up crew and wardrobe to make sure I looked like myself. No point really. They were making a bloody mess of my eyeliner and pissing me off at the same time. Chester was screaming orders at the band, telling them what to think while playing, to remember why we started this band, all of that bullshit.

 

My guitarist, Jon, spoke up to Chaz, “Hey. We know all this shit. Fox here told us this morning. Just chill out. You’re gonna make us all spaz and we’re gonna forget everything. Now just get the hell out and just watch the damn show.”

 

We all laughed and Chester smirked. “Shut it Jon. Get your riffs right and leave the rest to Fox.” He came over to me, pushing the crew away and gave me a hug. “You’ll knock em dead, it’s what you’re good at.”

 

I smiled a bit and nodded to him, not wanting to speak or crack my voice. He’d understand. I’m sure of it. Mel came to me, with her twin Sarah and they each took their turn smiling and wishing me luck with a hug. They said that Vi is in first row, center stage, they claim that he was the first one to get tickets.

 

Jon came over to me and smiled warmly. “Don’t worry Fox. You’ll be great. You’ve got a solid voice in every practice we’ve had for the past two months. You are a goddess with the mic.’

 

I smirked and twirled the cord of my microphone. “Stop it Jon. You’re making me blush.”

 

He shrugged and gave me a hug and went back to tuning and warming up. The rest of the band, my drummer and bassist, was already warmed up and joking around. I started to think about the songs and the meanings of the lyrics I wrote. They were mine, they came from my mind, so who else better to sing them. I took a deep breathe and cracked my neck. The crowds outside started to chant my name, screaming for me. Chester strode past me and grabbed my mic on the way with a huge wild-ass grin on his face. My heart leapt to my throat.

 

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! NOW IS THE MOMENT YA’LL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR!!!” I heard my father scream into the mic as the crowds went wild. “FOX BENNINGTON AND HER BAND COLD AS LIFE!!!!!!!!!”

 

I gulped and swallowed my anxiety. This is what I was made for. I ran out to the stage and did a no-handed flip and landed next to my father with devil horns on my hands, the world-wide-symbol for Rock On. Everyone went crazy. I looked around and saw Vi right where my sisters said he’d be. Then, next to him, was my mother. I was in shock, but I couldn’t show it on stage. Save it for after the show. Give her something to be proud of. I smirked to my fans and started the show, with Jon and the rest of the band playing perfectly.

 

By the time I was finished with the hour and a half long show, my voice was spent, but my mind was cleared of any doubt of my abilities. The crowds were wild and screaming and chanting for an encore. Chester came out and asked if I had it in me for one more. I nodded and started singing One Step Closer, and my dad joined in, our voices sounding so close that nobody could tell who’s was who’s. I screamed my fathers’ solo of the song, showing off a bit, showing that I could be just as good as him.

 

I glanced to the first row, center stage, and saw my mum and Vi clapping and screaming and smiling like crazy. When I sang the last part of the song, I pointed to them as if I dedicated it to them. They went crazy and hugged each other and shouted, but I couldn’t hear them.

Yay! I liked it! Very cool, you write 100x better than I do! lol, Great work Grey

 

 

MARKED AS ADDICTIVE!

more damn it

Give her something to be proud of.

 

Trust me, she already is ^^

 

Awesome stuff, Fox really. I was tentative about how this would work out but it flowed so well I'm impressed. Reading about what I assume was me going back Down Under made me grin like an idiot. Aww. You dedicated your song to us, haha. Swish! Consider me a groupie. I've never heard you sing but I know your writing and that's enough to make me a fan. \m/ Rawk on \m/ haha

rock on! now bring more

we <3 you foxx

Trust me, she already is ^^

 

Awesome stuff, Fox really. I was tentative about how this would work out but it flowed so well I'm impressed. Reading about what I assume was me going back Down Under made me grin like an idiot. Aww. You dedicated your song to us, haha. Swish! Consider me a groupie. I've never heard you sing but I know your writing and that's enough to make me a fan. \m/ Rawk on \m/ haha

I'm working on getting a microphone so i can record a bit on my computer....maybe with next paycheck(inna few days i hope)

 

 

 

 

~12:45am…Fox’s Dressing Room…~

 

I paced my room, wondering when Chester would show up with my mum. He said that he’d go get her and Vi and bring her backstage, but I had doubts that the security would let him bring her. But knowing Chester, he’d get them through somehow. I wringed my hands and tried to calm myself down. I haven’t seen my mum in a good two years, so this was a renewal of sorts for me. Last time I saw her, she was leaving in the middle of the night for the airport. I remember stopping her and asking if it was something I did wrong that made her leave. She didn’t answer me. She simply gave me a grave look and left in the taxi. I blamed myself from that day on…that I was such a screw-up I made my mum leave. That’s one of the reasons I joined Cold as Life…to find her and show I’m not screwed-up…that I can be someone and do something with my life.

 

I heard a knock at my door. “Who is it?!” I asked nervously.

 

“It’s me…Jon. I’ve got your vodka. Somebody said you could use a good hard liquor.” Came Jon’s voice from behind my door. I smirked. He’s always thinking of the right stuff to do for me. Always getting me drinks or something to eat or stuff for my throat if my voice is off.

 

I went to the door and opened it, motioning for him to come in. He smiled and handed me the full pint of vodka. I smiled. He was right. I needed it. I opened the bottle and downed enough for to take the edge off. I set it on my table and Jon laughed and sat down on the couch, I’m guessing he didn’t trust me alone with vodka. Good idea...

 

Outside my door, I heard Chester’s loud voice talk to my mum and brother…this was it…I could also hear Mel and Sarah with them. Almost my entire family was here…I started to shake with anxiety.

lol, nice one! Vodka <3

 

Don't tell anyone I said that lol

 

Great work Grey

I swear I will read this, because it really sounds interesting.

 

LOVE YOU LITTLE SIS!

sureeee you will Woody.....

 

I'll post a new update tomorrow.

Kewl. Be sure you do that ^^

muhahah vodka

write more damn it!! dont make me ductape fribby *unrolls ductape threatingly*

Okay, i lied, no update today, but thats cause i'm kinda sick and feel like crap, i have a fever, headache, stomach ache, so i'll write more tmw if i have time

okay then *ductapes fribby to a tree.* fair enough. he's not comming down untill you update

~Two minutes later~

 

I was twirling a knife in my hand while waiting for my door to eventually open. Suddenly, the handle turned. Jon stood up as the door to my dressing room opened and Chester, Vi, Mum, Sarah, and Mel walked in. I dropped my knife I was moving through my fingers. Even though I knew they would be coming into this very room, the sight of my Mum still shocked me, scared me, worried me, yet there was still some sense of love for my mum. Haven’t a clue why…after all …she’s the one that left to go back Down Under.

 

Chester smirked and pushed my Mum forward, closer to me. She bent down and picked up my knife and held it for a moment before offering it to me with a slight smile. I took it hesitantly and waited for her to speak.

 

“Fox. The show was bloody brilliant. You made me proud to be your mum. And I’m so sorry for leaving to go back to my Australia. I didn’t mean to hurt you or your brother and sisters. I just needed to get away from it all. You of all people should know how that is…needing to get away.” She said with a hint of guilt. She left us all without an explanation…in my book she deserved to feel guilt.

 

“Yea…I know how that’s like. But normally when I need to get away I usually give a fucking REASON!” I snapped back at her. “You left. I blamed myself! I fucking did all of this to prove to myself that it wasn’t me who made you leave, that it was you who screwed up and not me.” Jon moved to my side but didn’t say anything. Chester and the rest of them stood behind my mum. “Just ask anyone here, after you left, I went insane blaming myself. I even went back to my nice old habit of slicing myself up.” I lifted the side of my shirt to show my mum where I had done it, the side of my stomach, not my arms, so nobody could see.

 

“Oh my god Fox. I never meant to do this to you. To any of you. I feel horrible about it. But I’m back now and I’m staying. I’ll be here for you Fox. The way I should have been for the past few years. Please give me the chance to make it up to you.” My mum begged…her eyes almost full of tears. Vi put his hand on her shoulder for comfort.

 

”You can try mum. But you’ll have to try pretty damn good to make up.” I said pulling my shirt down. Jon squirmed a bit, uneasy at my bare skin I presume. He might be my guitarist, and he cared about me, but he hated the fact that I sliced my own skin.

 

My mum nodded and stepped back from me and the rest of my family stepped up. Vi spoke first. “Nice job lil sis. The music was fantastic! And you sure do take after your dad…but I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.” He said laughing a bit

 

Mel and Sarah just smirked at me and gave me a hug. Chester was standing behind them, whispering something to my mum. She nodded and just stood there. Then, Chaz came up and hugged me after the twins moved aside. He whispered to me, “Give her a chance Fox. She’s your mum after all.” I nodded. He’s right, I guess.

 

Chester smirked and took Jon and pulled him over and we all stood in a circle. “Well! Now that everything is settled. Lets go have steak!”

amazing as usual grey! Fantastic work!

I might not comment as enthusiastically as DL here, but yeah great work lol

lol, I am just an avid reader of Grey, she is my bestest buddy lmfao

 

yeah I just like her writing.

it's not like I was complaining haha

Great work as always Foxxy. A bit disturbing in part but great none the less. Looking forward to more. Love this screwed up family... seems like we're all getting along swimmingly!

~~Steakhouse…2am~~

 

I was now sitting in the middle of an extremely long table, with my father on one side, and my brother Vi on the other. I’m guess that they thought if they were sitting by me, I’d behave or something. Psh, whatever.

 

“Another round of drinks for the table!” shouted my father at the half asleep waitress. She sighed and went into the bar area to mix our drinks.

 

Rav was sitting next to Mel and talking in hushed tones, so nobody would be able to hear their conversation. I sighed and leaned against my brother for stability, I didn’t really know what to do now that I know I’m not under the influence of some sort of drug and I’m really seeing my mum sitting at the same table. Vi smiled and patted my head and said to me, as if he knew what I was thinking, “Don’t get in a bunch lil sis. She came here for us, so let her try alright?”

 

I nodded and took my drink from the waitress when she passed them out. Mt. Dew and Vodka. One of my favorites. I moved my crimson hair out of my face so I could drink it. Chester was talking on and on and on about how great my show was and how happy and proud he was that I’m taking after him. I smirked to myself. He is really laying it all on thick.

 

“Dad. Quit it.” I whispered next to him.

”Why? You deserve it Fox. You were great!” he said a little louder than I wanted him to.

 

“Just stop alright?”

 

He didn’t answer me, but turned to Sarah and started talking again about my show. I sighed. I feel stupid being praised when just two years ago I was getting beat up by Rob and slicing my wrists, getting screamed at because of it. I sighed loudly. Then, a waiter came over to me.

 

“Hey! I know you! You’re the Fox right?! From Cold as Life?!” He asked eagerly. He turned to my dad. “That means you’re Chester Bennington! Oh my god. Two rock stars coming in on my shift! I was at your concert tonight. You rocked! I loved your music Fox!” he said, starting to ramble.

 

Chester looked at me and gave me the ‘I told ya so’ smirk and laughed. “Yeah, that’s us. We thought we’d have some steak after the show.”

 

The waiter nodded and held out a piece of paper, half shaking in his hands. “Could I get both of your guys’ autographs? And don’t worry about the bill. It’s on the house.”

 

Chester smiled to the nervous waiter. “Chill out dude. We’re just people after all. People who are hungry. We’ll give you an autograph right Fox?” he asked as he grabbed the paper and pen.

 

“Yeah, sure. My first autograph.” I said, somewhat thrilled. All my life I’ve seen Chester give his signature to adoring fans, but never have I had the chance to do that. I smiled as Chester handed me the paper and pen.

 

“What’s your name?” I asked.

 

“Kevin.” He replied, nervously stuttering.

 

I nodded and signed the paper. ‘To Kevin. A great fan, who gets my first ever autograph. Rock On Kev! The Foxx’

 

He took the paper back and nearly fainted. “Oh man. Thanks so much Fox.” He went back to the front of the restaurant and drank water and pinched himself, to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

 

We all laughed. And Jon piped up. “Congrats Fox. You’re really nice to your fans.”

 

 

Chester patted Jon on the shoulder. “She gets it from years of watching me.”

 

We all roared with laughter and the rest of the morning went by happily talking to my family about anything and everything.