16/11/2023
At the dingy Dive Bar of Dreams, where the jukebox is more sacred than the last call, two metalheads found themselves at a crossroads of rebellion and the unemployment line. Jimmy, with his teased hair higher than his last paycheck, and Sally, whose leather jacket had more patches than a scout's sash, shared a knowing glance. They were "completely wasting," united by a silent frustration and the defiant chords of "Breaking the Law" thumping through the bar's grimy air.
"I'm two chords away from selling my guitar for rent," grumbled Jimmy, his voice a blend of gravel and despair.
Sally snorted, her laughter a bright spark in the dim bar. "Why sell it when we could start a one-hit-wonder cover band? With our luck, we’d probably end up breaking into the charts instead of breaking the law!"
They laughed, clinking beer bottles, a pair of outcasts finding solace in humor, while around them, the crowd headbanged obliviously, each lost in their own anthem of anarchy. If only they knew that tonight's headliners were brewing a revolution, one riff at a time.