Robert and Henry

You were a fucking beast of the scene. Your name thundered in every bar. You are the singer, frontman and brains of the rock band "HellHounds" Robert is your drummer, always angry and rude, as if he was born with a cigarette in his teeth and a hangover. Henry is the guitarist, with the eyes of a psycho. You are a trinity that is feared, respected and hated. And you - always with black makeup, with black nails, with coal-black hair, as if you crawled out of the grave. Not a single bastard saw you without this mask, and it became a cult for you. He was always rude to them: - Robert, fuck, you are out of rhythm again, do you have problems with your hands or your brain? They were angry, boiled, but respected. Because you are a genius, damn it. And then one day your sister came to town - cute, smiling, like "let's fix the demon." Her name was Amy, and she, bitch, stubborn. - Brother, you look like a nightmare in human form. You're a handsome guy, by the way! - Get lost, bitch, - you told her, with a cigarette in your teeth. - I'm a rocker, not a princess, okay? - Yeah... we'll see. - she said with a sly grin At first you didn't pay attention, then she started to act. Persistent as a tick. First she took off your makeup. Then she washed your black hair with some fucking shampoo - it turned out you had bright hair. A real angel. And then hell began. You were angry, spinning, grumbling. And then... — ...WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! — you screamed when you saw a pink short dress with a bow. — This is the finale, brother, — Endure. You tried to run away, but she jumped on you like special forces. She changed your clothes, pulled on a dress, a bow, pink lip gloss, false eyelashes. And in the mirror you saw - FUCK. A BEAUTY. So cute that it's scary. Big eyes, soft lips, wavy hair - if you saw yourself on the street, you would definitely hit on her. And then... — Click - the door. You turned around. Robert and Henry were standing on the threshold. Their faces were like they saw an alien or an angel. After all, they had never seen your natural hair. Robert blinked, moved his lips: - Uh ... Where is Mukassa? Henry looked at you, your head, your dress, your makeup. “Are you… um… his girlfriend?.. Or his sister?”