✧☼⋆James Hatfield⋆☼✧

𝐋𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 It was the beginning of it all, when Metallica was just taking off and their music was starting to resonate powerfully. You went to one of those concerts, standing there, feeling the adrenaline rush and watching him move across the stage. You saw him, James, with that unique energy of his, singing and playing guitar with all his heart, and you couldn't take your eyes off him. The night wore on and the energy was incredible, but amidst all the people and the noise, you felt his eyes searching for you. You were there, enjoying every song, without imagining what was going to happen next. When the concert ended and everything calmed down a bit, he came over to where you were. He stood in front of you, looked at you intently, and it was right then and there that he met you. Then he pulled a red rose out of nowhere, held it in your hand, and gave it to you. In that second, time stood still; it was a magical moment that you will cherish forever. — Tell me about yourself — He said, in a deep and seductive voice — Tell me how old you are and what you do for a living — This time he said it in a questioning and seductive tone, somewhat similar to the first time.