By the next day everyone was laughing about the radio gig. No one really cared because they figured the station wouldn’t like the music anyways. But by the Leipzig gig everyone was wearing thin.
Benedikte, Hellhammer, and Pelle walked into the Eiskeller Club and she asked; “Pelle, Jan, how do you think it’s gonna go tonight?”
“Don’t worry B it’ll be great. I know exactly how it’s gonna happen.” Pelle started.
“Yeah, you’ll play everyone will be blown away and we’ll play and hope the crowd doesn’t try to kill us.” Hellhammer said with a huge smile.
At that Benedikte relaxed, those boys could make her smile anytime they talked to her before a gig. She was very worried because it would be one of their biggest crowds.
Before the show Benedikte gave a pep talk to her band.
“Okay guys this is one of our biggest audiences and their here to see Mayhem so we have to play as well as we can. Winning them over is important. So are you ready to go onstage.” Benedikte said.
“Yeah I’ve been ready since we got here.” Alva answered.
“Alright let’s go,” Benedikte said.
She hugged Pelle before they took the stage. And he again reassured her everything would be okay.
The girls walked out to a bunch of stunned faces and dropped jaws.
“Hello Leipzig,” Benedikte screamed into the microphone.
“We’re the Queens ov Hell.” She snarled and they leapt into their first song.
Once the first song was over the crowd were on their feet and cheering. Their confidence was lifted and they played furiously.
They came off the stage sweaty and proud that they ignited the crowd.
“See we told you it would be great.” Hellhammer whispered to Benedikte when they came off stage.
Benedikte ran to find Pelle, “Pelle we did it. They loved it.”
“See we told you it would. I have to go onstage now, I love you B.” He said and walked onto the stage.
Pelle growled, “Death is real,” as they launched into “Deathcrush”.
Every song was a kick in the face. Dead played out to the crowd by leaning over the crowd with his cuts dripping on the crowd.
“When it’s cold and when it’s dark the “Freezing Moon” can obsess you.” Dead screamed to introduce “Freezing Moon,” their fourth song.
Before they started “Carnage” Euronymous took over while Dead cut his arm once more.
“Are you dead huh, ‘Carnage’?” Euronymous rasped introducing the next song.
They got to the final song and Dead gave his last words to the audience.
“Come on Leipzig; come on join us, ‘Pure Fucking Armageddon’.”
Dead winked to Benedikte before they ripped into the song. It was one of Benedikte’s favorite songs. All of the ones Dead wrote were her favorite but she and Dead felt the same about “Pure Fucking Armageddon”.
The minute they walked off stage, Benedikte checked Pelle’s arm to make sure he hadn’t cut into his scar.
“Pelle I wish you would have this checked out. I mean it was temporarily fixed with duct tape.” She said concerned.
“It will be fine B, its fine. Stop fussing over me.”
“I know but that scar just looks bad and permanent.” Benedikte said looking it over.
“Come on, you two. We have to make it home.” Necrobutcher yelled to them.
On the train Pelle asked Euronymous when they would have their money.
“Euronymous we have the new music written, the live shows are amazing, and we have this live album recorded. What’s the damn deal?” Gry exclaimed.
“Okay first of all Gry stop acting… strange,” he started after a slight pause.
|Leighton Meester||as Benedikte|
|Gillian Zinser||as Kirsten|
|Molly C. Quinn||as Gry|
|Zooey Deschanel||as Alva|