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4 out of 5 of the guys were doing band rehearsals, finally giving Nasty some alone time. The night was still young, roughly 7:15 at night. Just late enough for there to be a few stars in the sky. The guys are usually gone for about 4 hours, if they’re lucky.. between goofing around, yapping, finally actually doing band rehearsals, then going to the local bar afterwards.
Now, lately Nasty really likes having the house to himself. Andy couldn’t really care less, Sami doesn’t even notice, Raz always liked having the house to himself for a while so he gets it, and Michael.. Michael knows something’s up. Nasty always loves hanging around people and is a huge socialite. Michael really loves and cares for Nasty, and this isn’t normal for Nasty. And Michael knows it.
“Hm, what to do.. while I’m alone.. oh yeah,” he pulls out his violin case from under the bed, and unzips it. He then puts the violin under his chin and takes the bow and begins to play the intro to One. Yes, he’s actually playing Metallica on the violin.
Usually playing One would be so hard to play on violin for anybody, but he’s actually been playing the violin his whole life and most of his bandmates or friends know about it. His family? Maybe. Yeah probably. He only gets to play the violin in his alone time. Like when the other guys are rehearsing.
Yeah, he does love to play the rhythm guitar, but he prefers the violin much more. He hums softly and continues to play One, lightly humming the words. Playing the violin is therapy for him, much more than playing the rhythm guitar will ever dream of being.
He keeps sitting on the bed, playing his violin, letting his mind wander about different things. He hears the front door lightly open and close, not thinking anything of it, maybe he was hearing things, dunno. He then hears light footsteps making his way towards his and Michael’s room, still thinking nothing of it. He then hears the door open, ”Hey Nasty? We— holy crap what!” Michael exclaims.
Alright. The secret he kept from them for as long as he knew them. It was free therapy. But it’s over. Nasty gasps and immediately hides the violin under their bed. He then lifts his hair up and sweats, looking over at Michael. “Yes? What’s up?”
“I thought— how did— and what did—,” Michael stutters in between words, trying to think of what to say and how to put it. He doesn’t think he’s like a classical orchestra player, he doesn’t know what he thinks, but he thought of him as a quirky rhythm guitarist who likes to party and drink and smoke. He never thought of him playing the violin. He’s not mad, not happy with, but he’s very surprised that THE Jan Markus Stenfors, Nasty Suicide, was playing the violin. He then laid down on the bed next to where Nasty was sitting.
He finally opens up and says, “Listen, I’m not mad at you at all, but just wow! You were playing the violin?”
Nasty adjusts his posture and takes a deep breath. “Alright maybe I was.. I’ve played the violin all my life, and it’s free therapy. But you’re not gonna tell anyone are you?” he asks.
“No baby, don’t worry I’m not gonna tell anyone,” Michael replies. “And I think it’s kinda sweet, but you never told me?
Nasty pauses for about 10 seconds. “I just felt a little.. embarrassed about it, y’know like everybody thinks of me as this guitarist who likes to party and smoke and drink.. not some classical orchestra player, well I’m not,but that’s probably what people would think of me as if this gets out.”
“Awh, there’s no reason to be embarrassed about it, like I felt the same way about my harmonica or even sax, but it’s all ok sometimes you gotta diversify,” he replies. “You don’t have to just play one instrument and no one has to know if you play more than one,” he continues. “You like playing violin, and it’s all that matters. And you should be happy! But don’t worry I’m not gonna tell anyone Jan.”
Nasty finally beams and rests his head in that beautiful long blonde hair. “You really are so sweet I hope you know that Mikey,” he replies with a blush.
Michael strokes his raven-hair while he coos. “Awh baby! You know I always like helping out people. I actually think it’s kind of sweet that you like to play the violin!”
Yup, there he goes. When Michael snaps and goes clingy, but it’s really a good thing. We all love a clingy Michael.
Nasty wraps his arms around Michael’s, holding onto him tight. “You think so? I think it’s lame, if the other guys found out they would try to kick me out!”
“Don’t think that way baby, I’m sure they would get it, they wouldn’t shame you.” Michael replies.
But hell ya baby! It is sweet,” he adds in, resting on Nasty’s side.
Nasty coos and pulls out the bow and runs it through Michael’s hair, the orange street lights peeking in the window and glowing in Michael’s hair. “Awh thanks Mikey, you do really know how to help somebody out.”
Michael nods while purring and he hugs Nasty close. They stay like this for a little while until the other guys get back. But Michael was right. He likes playing violin, and that’s all that matters.