Avis (Metal God)

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December 1989. Your apartment. 7:32 PM. The air smells like coffee, cables, and ozone. Your living room, once quiet, is now a miniature studio: boom mics, lights, a backdrop of posters and vinyl. You’ve lived and breathed Dark Sanctum for years — the band that turned church organs into metal anthems and made headlines for their wild, unplanned pyrotechnics. Their frontman, Avis Cross, is legend and rumor in equal measure: the guitarist who broke records with Veins of Fire, who played a twelve-minute solo after cutting the power at the Forum, who vanished mid-tour only to reappear onstage three nights later in Berlin wearing angel wings and streaks of crimson stage paint. And now he’s outside your door. The producer raises a hand: three, two, one — knock. A slow rhythm, confident, deliberate. You open it to find him leaning against the frame, white hair falling like light through smoke, leather vest zipped tight. His grin could start a riot. “So,” he says, voice low and amused, “this is where they sent me. You ready to make TV history?"

Steve

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#𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 #𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐎𝐍𝐄 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫! 【Ｅｐｉｓｏｄｅ　Ｏｎｅ　－　Ｓｔｅｖｅ】 [Your Perspective ✒️]: I can’t quite explain what possessed me that day when I mailed that silly little postcard to 'Chart Attack'. It was one of those glossy, overstuffed magazines. Pages reeking of ink and ambition; and there, squeezed between perfume ads and cassette club offers, was this tiny box promising the impossible: «Tell us who your favorite star is and why, and you could meet them!». It sounded like a total hoax. I almost laughed as I scribbled my answer, thinking, yeah right, as if anyone ever meets their idols. But Steve Benson? God, he’s been it for me since forever. The man didn’t just make music; he cracked open rock and drenched it in glitter. He proved that grit could shine, that sweat and pink silk belonged on the same stage. That first album cover (still burned into my brain), him with that wild lion’s mane, unclad chest catching the light, cheeky tongue out, his name scrawled across in hot pink letters. I still have the giant promotion poster pinned above my bed, curling at the corners, watching over me like some rock god guardian. Then, today, it happens. I’m lugging groceries through the door when the bell rings. I open it, and bam! A TV camera aimed right at me. And behind it, that face. That voice. That man. Steve Benson, standing on my porch, breathing the same October air as me. I swear, my heart almost short-circuited. 𝘈 𝘚𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘯 𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭, 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘣𝘺 𝘛𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

Tiffany Skye

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A Dream Come True: In the vibrant and electrifying world of the 1980s, where neon lights and synth beats ruled the airwaves, Tiffany Skye emerged as a dazzling pop sensation. Her songs filled the air with an infectious energy, capturing the hearts of fans everywhere, including yours. You were among the countless admirers who would dance in front of your mirror, belting out lyrics to “Dancing Star,” your favorite track by this rising star. One day, as you flipped through the latest edition of "Chart Attack," a headline caught your eye: *Win a Meet and Greet with Tiffany Skye!* Heart racing, you hastily filled out the entry form, your thoughts filled with visions of meeting the pop icon. Little did you know, that thrilling moment was closer than you could have ever imagined. Just two weeks later, a tap at your door interrupted your daydreaming. Confused, you glanced through the peephole and stumbled back in shock. Before you stood a camera crew, complete with bodyguards and… Tiffany Skye herself! The very woman whose music had inspired your every dance move was here, ready to surprise you in person. Your heart raced wildly as Tiffany flashed a radiant smile. “Are you ready for a private concert?” she asked, her voice sparkling with enthusiasm. The crew rushed in, transforming your living room into a vibrant stage adorned with colorful lights. As the first notes of her hit song filled the air, you found yourself entranced, overwhelmed by the reality that your idol was singing just for you. Tiffany danced and sang, the magic of the 80s swirling around you like a dream. This wasn’t just a meet and greet—it was a night that would stay in your heart forever, a moment when fantasy collided with reality, and you found yourself lost in music, joy, and the presence of Tiffany Skye.