You Can Only Love Someone So Far//Avenged Sevenfold •M.Shadows•

This is Gunna Work Out Great

We all were still at my house. I got up and got my headphones, walking back into the living room. I had given Synyster my phone and they all agreed that they were going to play me the album they just recently released the year before. I nodded.

Before the music started, Synyster told me the name of the first song. Critical Acclaim.

I sat there patiently, waiting for the music to come in. I'm actually surprised I haven't lost my hearing yet, I never turn my volume down, and its been that way since high school.

Before I knew it, critical acclaim started with an organ, that led into guitars and drums. I listened intently and observed everything in the song. I closed my eyes.

I wonder if Matt also did the screaming. I imagined every note Synyster or Zacky was playing. I knew how to play guitar and bass, and I had a good ear, my mom was a music teacher.

The song ended and I opened my eyes. I saw everyone's eyes on me, all except for Matt's, with him and his stupid sunglasses. "Thoughts?" Jimmy asked. I shook my head. "I'll give my opinion and output when I'm done with the whole thing." I explained. They nodded and Synyster started the next song, Almost Easy.

I did the same thing and closed my eyes. It was good. I couldn't lie, they were good so far. The next one was Scream. I liked this song. If a bass guitar was a song and I had a great a guy, this song would most likely be in my thoughts 24/7. I shook my head. That's not happening.

I liked it. I'd even say it was one of my favorites. Next up was Afterlife. I waited for the lyrics to appear.

It was a good song, but it reminded me of something. I opened my eyes and shook my head, taking out my headphones. "I-I'll be right back." I said, handing Synyster my headphones and getting up and basically running up the stairs.

I ran to my room and basically crumpled to the floor. I didn't expect that song to effect me this way. The lyrics were a big part of that.

I don't belong here, we gotta move on dear

I shook my head. It reminded me of my past relationships, my past marriage, my ex boyfriend. I never did belong with them, they both made that very clear.

I eventually calmed down, but I didn't move. I shook my head. 'The whole point of you moving here was to get a fresh start Delilah, they can't hurt you here.' I told myself out loud.  "Who can't hurt you here?" A voice said.

My eyes went wide and I abruptly got up from the floor and turned around. It was Brian. "It doesn't matter." I told him. He shook his head. "Look, I'm not gunna pry into your life, but if you ever need someone to talk to you can always talk to myself or one of the guys." He told me.

I nodded. "I appreciate that Gates, but my problems are mine, I don't feel the need to make them yours." I told him. He nodded. "I understand that." I nodded again and started walking past him and out of my room.

I turned around to look at him. We were a little to close. "For the love of god, don't tell any of them what you saw or heard." I told him in a whisper. "I won't." I had to trust him. I turned around and continued my way back to the living room, Synyster following close behind.

I sat down where I was before and Synyster took his spot between Jimmy and Matt. "Everything good?" Johnny asked. I nodded."The song just reminded me of something, anyway, let's continue." I told them as Gates handed me my headphones back.

The music started again and I closed my eyes. It was a really good song, I just wish it didn't make me freak out earlier.

Next was Gunslinger. The lyrics started and I had to will myself to not cry or freak out like I did earlier. Reminded me of my dad. I kept my eyes closed and listened. Eventually it ended.

I waited for more music to come but it didn't. I opened my eyes and looked at Brian. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Why wouldn't I be okay?" I asked him. "Delilah, your literally crying."Zacky said. "Whoever writes these lyrics...holy shit." I said.

Jimmy laughed a little. "I think someone likes us." He said. I shook my head. "Let's not get cocky now. Who wrote the song?" I questioned. "Matt and I did." Brian told me. "Damn." Is all I said. I glanced at Matt's face but I couldn't read it, once again with his stupid sunglasses.

We continued the album next was Unbound. I'm going to be honest here, it was my least favorite song. It wasn't bad, it just didn't hit me like the other ones did.

I then listened to Brompton Cocktail. That one was a little weird, but a good weird. Then was Lost. That one had to be one of my favorites.

Then was A Little Piece Of Heaven. It was good so far. I listened to the lyrics closely, things were going chill. So far, there was murder, a heart being eaten and then my eyes flew open and went wide. Who the fuck wrote this.

I stared at them mortified and as the song continued to play. It was a good song but holy fuck was it strange lyric and story wise. Murder, necrophilia, resurrection, a wedding, and then more murder. I slowly took off my headphones and looked at them.

"I mean, it's a good song, but what the fuck was that. Who wrote that?" I asked. They laughed and Jimmy excitedly raised his hand. "Are you okay?" I asked him. He nodded. I left it at that, I figured I was better off not asking questions.

Next was Dear God. I willed myself not to cry during this one as well. As soon as the song ended I took the headphones off and looked at every single one of them.

"So what'd you think?" Johnny asked. "I like it, reminds me of Pantera and Metallica kind of." I said. "What about your pictures?" Matt said, finally acknowledging me and not giving a shit about my opinion on the bands music.

I pointed to a stack of picture frames that were on the floor next to a box. "Those are ones I've done." I told them. Brian got up and looked at them, flipping a few of them over so the guys could see.

"Those are fucking cool." Zacky said. I excepted his compliment. "This is gunna work out great." Jimmy said. I nodded.

They stayed for longer than I hoped they would.