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You're going around filming Metallica, then you come across Kirk.
"So that was James, he's pretty fucking drunk." I say muttering to the camera. I stop in my footsteps and look around the room. "There he is!"
I stare at my favorite curly headed man. He was mucking around with Lars, pretending to sing like James. "Well here is Kirk and Lars!"
"Hello y/n!" Lars says a bit too enthusiastically. "Kirk's gonna sing for you." He says pushing Kirk my way. "No i am not!" Kirk protested against Lars. "Aw come on Kirky Wirky! Give your lady a song wont ya?" Lars wrapped his arms around Kirk as he pushed him off.
"Kirk please sing! For the memories at least! Don't you wanna look at this shit when you're hairs all grey and stuff?" Kirk sighed in defeat and started throwing the microphone around.
He started staring at the camera making faces. "Yes Kirk now show the microphone." He nodded whilst his tongue rolled around in his cheek.
He held the microphone up. "Kirk's a singer!" Lars yelled. "Shut up." Kirk hits Lars with the microphone, causing Lars to quickly clench his stomach.
