Lance part 2 by Bald K

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Lance made his way down to the third floor and paused outside his flat before putting the key in the door and opening it and walking in before closing it, seeing his father sitting in an armchair in the lounge looking blankly at a piece of paper.
"What’s up?" Lance asked his father as he sat down on the sofa opposite his father.
"What have you done to yourself? What is with the shaved head and camo pants and boots?" Lance’s father asked as he looked at Lance.
"I needed to shed the posh boy look," Lance told his father. "I am no longer the posh boy that belongs at a private boarding school.
"I must say that you have undergone quite a radical makeover," Lance’s father grinned. "Who persuaded you to go hardcore skinhead?"
"Dylan who live in a flat on the floor above us warned me to shed the posh boy look," Lance told his father. "Last night I done an open night gig at the local pub and Dylan and a couple of other skinheads liked what they heard but said I needed to change my image."
"Dylan helped you change your look?" Lance’s father asked Lance.
"I met up with him after I finished my shift and he shaved the curtains off and lent me some clothes and the boots."
"You look good with the shaved head, it helps define your jaw and other features," Lance’s father admitted. "It must have took a lot of guts to get it done."
"Where is mother?" Lance asked his father.
"Read this, it will explain where she is," Lance’s father said as he handed Lance the piece of paper he was holding.
"Mother has moved in with the boss of the cleaning company she works for," Lance said as he read the letter. "She was planning on leaving us even if you had not been declared bankrupt."
"It looks like that was her plan," Lance’s father sighed. "We will get through this," Lance’s father assured Lance.
"I hope so," Lance sighed. "I guess she will be expecting me to visit her at some point."

Lance checked the time on his phone and picked up his guitar and amp and made his way out of the flat and down the stairs into the lobby where he saw Dylan waiting with his guitar slung over his shoulder.
"How’s the new skinhead?" Dylan asked Lance as they walked out of the lobby.
"Still in a bit of shock at how I look now," Lance told Dylan.
"You will get over it," Dylan grinned as they made their way over a stretch of grass to where a disused factory was.
Dylan and Lance made their way to a side door which was slightly ajar and walked into the factory and made their way to a large room where Ciran and Tommy were standing by a set of drums and a keyboard.
"Who is the skinhead with you?" Ciaran asked Dylan. "F*** it is posh boy; he has become one of us!" Ciaran shouted as he realised it was Lance.
"Done him over after he finished his shift," Dylan told Ciran and Tommy.
"I am not a push private schoolboy now," Lance told Ciran and Tommy. "I am one of you."
"Welcome to boots n braces, our band," Tommy said to Lance. "Set up your guitar and amp and we will make a start.
Lance made his way over and plugged his amp and guitar in before setting up a microphone and tested his guitar.
"These are six of our songs and we will put in the songs you performed last night in with them," Ciaran told Lance as he handed Lance the lyrics to the songs. "We will start with the song it is what we are."
Ciaran walked over to where his drum kit was, and Tommy walked over to the keyboards.
"Here we go," Tommy said as he hit a note on the keyboard which was a heavy droning sound. Lance without hesitation started on his bass guitar and Dylan on his guitar as Ciaran started on the drums.
"We are not fashion boys, we are not all trendy, we are what we are," Lance sang as he made some adjustments to the music he was playing to give it a rougher edge.
"Your voice and the way you played gave that song more of a raw edge than we had when Mac was our lead vocalist and bass player," Tommy told Lance as the song finished.
The band played the rest of the tracks, finishing with burnt soul before getting a beer out of an ice box and taking a drink.
"You are one of us now," Ciaran told Lance. "What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Day off work, probably work on music," Lance told Ciaran.
"Meet me outside city hall at ten," Ciaran told Lance. "Get you looking more skinhead like us."
"Sure," Lance replied.
"Who is up for a pint at the pub?" Dylan inquired.
"I cannot afford it," Lance sighed.
"Come on mate, drinks are on us tonight," Tommy said to Lance. "Leave the stuff here and pick it up tomorrow.
Lance followed the rest of the band to the pub and sat down at a table as Dylan walked over to the bar and ordered the beers before walking over and placing the tray on the table.
"How did you become a posh private schoolboy then?" Ciaran asked Lance.
"My grandfather set up his own business and my father joined after he finished university after he was at private school," Lance told Ciaran. "Grandfather decided to send me to the same school which my parents agreed to."
"What will your granddad think when he sees how you look now," Tommy laughed.
"He will not see me, he died when I was ten years old," Lance told Tommy. "My father took over the business and expanded it, I did not know much about the business except I was to go to university and join the business when I graduated."
"Will you still go to university?" Dylan asked Lance?"
"Not thought about it to be honest." Lance admitted.

Lance heard his phone ring, and he leaned over and picked it up to see it was his mother calling.
"Good morning mother how are you?" Lance asked his mother.
"I am ok," Lance’s mother replied. "I know I have not done a good thing in your eyes, but I would like to meet you and explain."
"If you think it will do any good," Lance told his mother. "When are you thinking of meeting me?"
"Can we go for lunch on Sunday?" Lance’s mother suggested. "Meet you at one in the fox and hounds?"
"If you want, I will be there," Lance replied.
"I have deposited six hundred into your bank account, as a one off to cover what you should have had but it will be a regular payment of two hundred from me and Jerry," Lance’s mother told Lance. "See you Sunday."
"See you Sunday," Lance replied before ending the call and getting out of his bed.
Lance made his way to the bathroom and smiled as he saw his skinhead crop before switching the shower on and stepping in. Lance showered and picked up a towel from the rack and wiped himself before wrapping the towel around his middle and making his way back to his bedroom and picked up his phone to check his bank account.
"She was not lying," Lance thought to himself as he saw that the money had been deposited into his bank account. Lance walked into the kitchen and saw a note from his father saying that he had an interview with a tech company and would be back later.
"Hope he gets the job," Lance thought as he made himself some toast and a coffee before walking into the lounge and sat down. "If he gets the job we might be able to move out of here."
Lance ate his toast and drank his coffee before putting his boots on and laced them as Dylan showed him before walking out of the flat and made his way into the city centre where he saw Ciaran standing waiting for him."
"Good news mate, mum has started to give me two ton a month as an allowance," Lance told Ciaran. "Means I can start getting my own stuff."
"That’s great mate," Ciaran said to Lance. "Time to ladder."
"Ladder?" Lance replied with a puzzled look on his face.
"You will soon find out what a ladder is," Ciaran grinned as he touched a silver ring in his ear.
"Looks like I am getting my ear pierced," Lance thought to himself remembering that both Dylan and Tommy had four silver rings in their left ear.
Lance followed Ciaran down a side street and saw a sign in a window saying Nikki’s piercing studio and followed him inside where he saw a young lady with hair cropped close at the back and sides with short spikes on top along with multiple piercings and tattoos.
"You must be Lance, I have been expecting you," Nikki said as she looked up from reading a magazine. "Standard four small to start with?" Nikki asked Ciaran.
"Yeah, that is what Dylan told me," Ciaran told Nikki.
"Come with me then," Nikki told Lance as she walked over and opened a door to her studio. "Soon have you looking more like a proper skinhead."
Saying nothing, Lance followed Nikki into the room and Ciaran followed them and shut the door.
Lance saw a tray with four small silver rings on it along with the piercing needle, antiseptic wipes, and latex gloves.
"Take a seat then," Nikki told Lance as she pulled a pair of latex gloves on.
Lance sat down and glanced at the tray with the rings on it as Nikki pulled an antiseptic wipe from the box and wiped Lance’s left ear before picking up the marker and marked where the four rings would be inserted.
"That ok for you?" Nikki asked Ciaran as he took the piercing needle out of its protective wrapper.
"Look’s perfect," Ciaran told Nikki. "Soon have you looking more like one of us," Ciaran told Lance.
"Guess so," Lance replied with a nervous grin on his face.
Lance grimaced slightly as he felt Nikki push the piercing needle through the earlobe and inserted the first of the four rings in his ear.
"Starting to look the part," Ciaran told Lance as Nikki placed the second silver ring in Lance’s ear.
"All done," Nikki told Lance as he secured the fourth ring and removed the latex gloves. "What do you think?" Nikki as she handed Lance a small hand mirror.
"Yeah, I like them," Lance told Nikki as he saw his reflection in the mirror.
"Use surgical spirit on them to help stop infection and move them a few times as day," Nikki told Lance as they walked out of her studio.
Lance paid for the piercings and walked out of the studio and made their way further up the street and stopped outside smoking guns tattoo studio.
"Ready for the webs?" Ciaran asked Lance.
"I am not eighteen until September," Lance told Ciaran. "I will probably get them done then."
"Man, I am only seventeen like you until Saturday and Gaz done mine a couple of months back," Ciaran grinned. "Gaz asks no questions."
"What will my parents think when they see I have got a ladder in my ear and webs on my elbows?" Lance said to Ciaran.
"They can make you take the rings out bit the webs they can do f*** all about," Ciaran told Lance as he pushed the door open. "Come on man, be part of boots n braces big time."
Shrugging his shoulders, Lance followed Ciaran into smoking guns and saw a heavily tattooed and pierced man sitting in a chair.
"Webs?" Gaz said looking at Lance.
"Yeah, webs like the rest of boots n braces have please uncle," Lance replied.
"Come on through then," Gaz said to Lance. "How old are you? The truth."
"I will be eighteen in September," Lance told Gaz as he took his jacket off.
"All I heard was that you are eighteen," Gaz replied. "Lock the door and put the closed sign up," Gaz told Ciaran.
Ciaran locked the door and turned the sign to closed before following Gaz and Lance into his studio and sat down as Gaz prepared the stencil for Lance’s webs on his elbows.
"Lance is our new lead vocalist and bass player," Ciaran told Gaz. "Last week he was a posh boy from private school."
"Which school was that?" Gaz asked Lance.
"Attwell," Lance replied as Gaz placed the first stencil on Lance’s right elbow after running a razor over it and cleansing it.
"Ciaran was at plain old Paxman academy when he could be bothered to turn up," Gaz told Lance as he removed the stencil and filled up some inkpots ready to do the tattoos.
"You do know when I start the tattoos are permanently on your skin," Gaz told Lance.
"I was planning on getting tattoos when I finished school next year," Lance replied. "Guess I will be displaying them at sixth form college here," Lance said as he looked down and saw the webs on his elbows as Gaz placed a needle in his tattoo gun and filled the reservoir before starting on the web on Lance’s right elbow.
"From posh boy to a skinhead with piercings and tattoos in under two weeks," Lance thought to himself as he watched Gaz doing the web tattoo.
"One of us now," Ciaran said to Lance.
"Guess I am," Lance replied as Gaz continued to outline the webs on his elbows.

"That’s you finished for today," Gaz said to Lance as he wiped Lance’s elbow.
"Deffo one of us now," Ciaran said to Lance. "What do you think of your new look?"
"Lance the posh boy with long hair and designer clothes is dead, Lance the skinhead is born," Lance said to Ciaran as he looked in the mirror seeing the shaved head with the silver rings in his ear and the spider webs on his elbows. "I love the rougher look."
"That will be a ton and fifty," Gaz told Lance. "Mates rates for the band."
Lance took his wallet out of his wallet and took his bank card out to pay for the tattoos.
"Sorry mate, cash only," Gaz said to Lance.
"I will just have to call at the cash machine," Lance told Gaz. "Be back in five minutes."
Ciaran unlocked the door to Gaz’s studio and walked out with Lance and made their way to the cash machine and Lance withdrew two hundred pounds before they walked back to Gaz’s studio and Lance paid Gaz.
"See you again soon," Gaz said to Ciaran and Lance.
"See you in a couple of weeks for my bulldog," Ciaran said to Gaz as he walked out of the studio with Lance. "Time for a pint and some lunch," Ciaran said to Lance. "Decent boozer just round the corner."
"Could do with a pint," Lance admitted to Ciaran as they walked into the kings arms pub.
"Go into the beer garden and I will get the drinks and order us a burger and fries," Ciaran told Lance. "Even with tatts they might ask for proof of age."
Lance made his way out to the beer garden and found a secluded table and sat down and waited for Ciaran to come with the beers.
"How much do I owe you for the food?" Lance asked Ciaran as Ciaran walked over with the beers.
"Call it a welcome to the band," Ciaran replied as he sat down opposite Lance. "Be honest about how you like the new you," Ciaran said to Lance.
"I guess it has been fate for me to become a skinhead," Lance said to Ciaran. "When Dylan gave me a friendly warning it was like he was telling me that I would suit the shaved skull, when you and Tommy wanted to give me a going over and Tommy pulled the clippers from his pocket I was like yeah go on do the hair," Lance admitted to Ciaran.
"You serious about nearly telling Tommy to shave your skull?" Ciaran asked Lance with a look of surprise.
"I have been wanting to ditch the look for a while, even when I was at school I would watch films about skinheads and fantasize about shedding the look," Lance admitted to Ciaran. "Then when I met Dylan, Tommy and you it was like time was right,"
"You do know what Tommy would have done with your hair?" Ciaran asked Lance.
"I guess it would have been a grade zero crop like I have now," Lance replied.
"Nah mate, he would have just shaved a strip down the middle before giving you a bit of a beating," Ciaran grinned.
"A reverse mohawk," Lance laughed as the food arrived.
"You doing anything Saturday night?" Ciaran asked Lance. "Having a bit of a party to celebrate me hitting eighteen at the factory."
"Count me in," Lance replied. "I finish work at six."
"Party kicks off at seven after I finish my shift at poppies," Ciaran told Lance.
"First time I met you was there," Lance said to Ciaran.
"Yeah, I remember thinking what a long-haired prick had walked in," Ciaran said to Lance. "Look at you now."
"Yeah, get another beer in mate," Lance said as he handed Ciaran his bank card. "Go and do a bit of skinhead shopping after and get my own stuff so Dylan can have his stuff back."

Lance arrived back at his flat and took a deep breath before putting the key in the lock and opening the door and walking into the lounge where he saw his father reading a letter from the bank.
"The house goes to auction next month with a guide price of half what it is worth," Lance’s father said as he looked up. "I see you went through with the earrings and the tattoos," Lance’s father grinned. "Dylan told me what Ciaran had planned for you when I saw him this morning."
"I thought you would have hit the roof when I walked in," Lance said to his father.
"In just over a month you will be eighteen, you are old enough to make your own decisions now," Lance’s father told Lance.
"How did the interview go?" lance asked his father as he sat down on the sofa.
"I have to wait, they have other applicants for the recruitment managers position," Lance’s father told Lance. "What do you fancy for tea?"
"I had a burger with fries at a pub with Ciaran, I will grab a sandwich later," Lance replied. "I will be in my room for a while."
Lance walked into his bedroom and picked up his battered notepad and found a blank page and wrote down a heading for a song he had been working on in his mind for a couple of days called this is my look. Lance scribbled down an incomplete chorus with the words this is my life, my style, this is me, shaved head, rings in the ear, spider webs on my elbows, this is my look, you choose trendy I choose skinhead.
Lance picked up his notebook and left the house and made his way to the factory and opened the side door and walked in, switching the lights on and made his way over to where his bass guitar was leaning against the wall and switched on the amp before starting to experiment with the chorus of the song and started to write verses and a pre-chorus. "They say too loud, we shout not enough, they say too rough, we laugh not enough."
"Sounds good." Tommy said as he walked into the factory. "Pretty raw, I can soon sort out the keyboards to it."
"Needs Ciaran to work on the drum section and Dylan with his guitar," Lance told Tommy as he took a can of beer off Tommy and opened it.
"You look the part now with your rings and webs," Tommy said to Lance as they sat down on the chairs.
"Cheers for that," Lance replied. "Ciaran reckons you would have given me a reverse mohawk if Dylan had not arrived."
"Might have done," Tommy grinned. "Still given you a kicking though."
"Told Ciaran I nearly told you to do the hair," Lance admitted to Tommy. "Deep down I knew I wanted to be a skinhead."
"And now you are," Tommy laughed as Dylan walked in.
"Lance has started work on a new track called ‘this is my look," Tommy told Dylan.
"Let’s hear it then," Dylan told Lance.
Lance walked over and picked up his bass guitar as Tommy went over to his keyboards and they started playing the demo of the track.

Lance finished his shift at the supermarket and went home and changed into the bleached jeans and Fred Perry polo shirt before securing his braces and putting on his new boots that he had bought.
"Lance the posh boy has died, Lance the skinhead has been born," Lance thought to himself as he looked in the mirror. "Wonder what Alex will think when he sees me with the same haircut he has got?"
Lance made his way out of the block of flats and made his way into the city and saw Alex sitting on a bench staring down at his phone.
"Oi skinhead how’s it going?" Lance said as he walked over and sat down next to Alex.
"What the? What the f*** have you done!" Alex shouted as he saw Lance. "What’s with the skinhead look?"
"I done a open mic set at my new local pub and got talking to a few skinheads and they told me that they had a vacancy in the band for a bass guitarist and lead singer," Lance told Alex. "Told me that I would need to ditch the posh boy attitude and lose the hair though."
"You decided there and then to ditch the curtains?" Alex asked Lance as they set off to a gaming studio.
"Dylan, who lives on the level above me warned me to ditch the hair and the designer stuff," Lance admitted to Alex. "Ciaran and Tommy also warned me, and Ciaran was about to give me a forced crop when Dylan intervened."
"Who done the makeover and those webs and rings in your ear make you look so f***ing different man," Alex told Lance.
"Dylan shaved the head and lent me some of his gear a couple of days back," Lance grinned. "Yesterday Ciaran took me to get the ear ladder and webs done."
"What did your olds say when they saw the skinhead Lance?" Alex inquired.
"That’s another thing, mother has quit on us and now lives with her boss," Lance told Alex. "Father was a bit shocked but he quite like it."
"Must admit you pull off the look," Alex admitted as they walked into the gaming studio and paid for a session.
"Maybe you should ditch the trendy stuff and become a proper skinhead," Lance said to Alex as they selected FIFA 25 to play. "I know a place that will do the webs and a girl that will do the ear for you."
"Maybe I will maybe I won’t," Alex grinned. "Let’s get this game started.

Lance hesitated outside the fox and hounds pubs where he could see his mother sitting with her lover before stubbing out his cigarette and walking in and over to their table.
"Good afternoon mother," Lance said as he sat down opposite her.
"Lance?" Is that you? What have you done to your lovely brown hair and what is with the rings in your ear?" Lance’s mother said with a look of shock on her face. "Oh no, please tell me they are not real tattoos on your elbows," Lance’s mother said as Lance removed his jacket to reveal the tattoos on his elbow.
"Yes mother, this is how Lance your son who you decided to walk out on looks now," Lance replied. "I met Dylan and a couple of other skinheads and decided to adopt their look, and I am also playing in a band with them."
"But why? You had just lovely brown hair, now all I can see is a bit of stubble on your head," Lance’s mother cried.
"You have not introduced me to your lover," Lance said to his mother.
"This is Jerry, he runs the cleaning business I work for," Lance’s mother said to Lance. "We have been seeing each other for the last four months."
"Hi Jerry," Lance said. "So, you have been f***ing my mother for the last four months."
"I have not been f***ing her as you so crudely put it," Jerry told Lance.
"Lance, I am pregnant with Jerry’s child, that is one of the reason’s I have had to leave your father," Lance’s mother told Lance.
"I am going to have a stepbrother or sister then?" Lance retorted. "Don’t expect much love from me."
"Another reason me and your mother wanted to see you is about your education," Jerry told Lance. "I am willing to pay your final years fees."
"Nah, I am done with being your posh son, I will attend the local college for my final year," Lance told Jerry and his mother. "I don’t want to go back to my school prison cell."
"Can I get you a drink?" Jerry asked Lance.
"Yeah get me a beer," Lance told Jerry. "Not a s***y lager a proper beer, and I will have a roast beef for lunch."
"You are only seventeen, you are not old enough to drink alcohol," Lance’s mother reminded Lance.
"I said get me a beer or I am out of here," Lance said as he went to stand up.
"Get him what he wants," Lance’s mother sighed. "I will have the beef as well."
"Now he is out of the way I want two fifty a month as my allowance," Lance told his mother. "Non-negotiable."
"Two fifty? Why not two hundred?" Lance’s mother asked Lance.
"Need to buy new clothes, these are what Dylan has lent me, also I need to upgrade my music gear," Lance replied.
"Mark, Lance has asked for his allowance to be two fifty a month if that is ok with you," Lance’s mother said to Jerry.
"Fine, I will set up the standing order to be paid on the first day of the month," Jerry replied as he set a tray of drinks down. "You do know that you can come and live at my place instead of the council flat." Jerry told Lance.
"I am fine where I am, I have made new friends there," Lance replied as he took a mouthful of his beer.
"The offer is there if you change your mind," Lance’s mother said as the lunches arrived.
"Whatever," Lance said as he started to eat his lunch.

"Don’t forget you are welcome to move in at any time," Lance’s mother said as Lance got out Jerry’s car. "Could we possibly make Sunday our day together?"
"Depends on what shift I have at the supermarket," Lance replied. "I will message you when I know my shifts for next week."
"Nice car." Dylan said as he walked out of the lobby. "Personalised number plate as well."
"That is my mother’s fiancé, she walked out on us the day you shaved my hair off," Lance told Dylan. "What’s going down?"
"Got a support gig at the cellars on Saturday, the original support act has pulled the plug," Dylan told Lance.
"Who are we supporting?" Lance asked Dylan.
"Cropped battalion, a skinhead oi band," Dylan told Lance. "Promo tour for the album myth of the cropped."
"Have they sold a lot of tickets?" Lance asked Dylan.
"Few left, we are going to have quite a big audience," Dylan grinned. "Rumour has it that a scout for a record label may be there."
"Could be our big chance then," Lance said to Dylan. "How many songs are we doing?"
"Six to eight tracks, but mainly my tracks this time and integrate yours over a period of time," Dylan told Lance. "I will arrange it with work that we do morning shifts that way we can get rehearsals in."
"Think I was down for morning shifts with Saturday off," Lance said to Dylan. "You at the factory later?"
"No mate I have got the lock up shift at work tonight, we will sort out a time for a rehearsal tomorrow," Dylan sighed. "See you later brother."
"Laters," Lance said as he made his way into the foyer and up to his flat.
"How did it go with your mother?" Lance’s father asked as Lance walked into the room.
"She does not like the way I look and dress now," Lance replied as he flopped down on the sofa and took his boots off. "Offered me a room at his place if I wanted to move in."
"I would understand if you moved in with them," Lance’s father told Lance.
"I would prefer to stay with you, at least you understand me more than they do," Lance replied. "Mind you I have got a two-ton monthly allowance out of him." Lance grinned not telling his father it was two fifty. "Want to get us some beer from the supermarket? My treat."
"I would like that," Lance’s father smiled as Lance handed over his debit card to him. "I will not be long."

The following week consisted of Lance working in the supermarket and rehearsing for their debut gig on the Saturday. Lance received as promised his allowance on the first day of August and purchased a pair of oxblood fourteen eyelet doc marten boots and a few other bits and pieces ready for the gig on the Saturday. When Saturday arrived Lance and the other band members arrived at the cellar and done their soundchecks and arranged the lighting setup before walking out.
"Haircut time," Dylan said to the band. "Got to look sharp for the gig.
"How about shaving our heads with a razor?" Lance suggested. "That would be a real sharp look."
"I am up for it," Ciaran said to Lance.
"So am I," Tommy grinned. "You up for it?" Tommy asked Dylan.
"Why not, Let’s go and get a decent razor and shaving gel," Dylan replied. "Do it back at my place."
The band went into a supermarket and purchased a new five blade razor with extra cartridges and a can of shaving gel before heading over to Dylan’s flat and walking in.
"Need to use the clippers first get it as close as possible," Dylan said as he got the clippers out of his bedroom before they walked into the kitchen.
"Been a couple of weeks since I had a cropping," Tommy said as he sat down in the chair.
"Soon remedy that," Dylan told Tommy as he tucked an old towel into the collar of Tommy’s t-shirt.
Dylan ran the clippers over Tommy’s head before doing the same with Ciaran and lance before Tommy ran the clippers over Dylan’s head.
"Right, who wants to be shaved smooth first then?" Dylan asked as he picked up the can of shaving gel.
"Lance suggested it, let his be the first to go smooth," Ciaran grinned.
"I am up for that," Lance replied as he sat back down in the chair.
As Dylan spread the shaving gel over the small amount of stubble left on Lance’s head Tommy boiled the kettle and poured the boiling water into a bowl and placed it on the table next to Dylan.
"Ready then?" Dylan asked Lance as he wiped his hands on a towel before picking up the razor.
"Get it done," Lance replied with a smile on his face.
Dylan dipped the razor into the water and started to carefully shave Lance’s head going against the grain to ensure it would be smooth.
"The first Baldy," Dylan said as he put the razor down and wiped the excess gel off Lance’s head. "Looks good on you."
"f*** yeah," Lance grinned as he walked into the bathroom and saw his hairless head in the mirror. "I love the feeling of no hair."
Lance walked back into the kitchen to see Tommy in the chair and Dylan carefully shaving Tommy’s head before shaving Ciaran’s head.
"Who is up for shaving my head then?" Dylan said as he sat down in the chair.
"I will do it," Lance told Dylan as he picked up the can of shaving gel as Tommy boiled the kettle again and replaced the water in the bowl. Ciaran and Tommy watched as Lance carefully shaved Dylan’s head going against the grain the same as Dylan had done to them.
"Thanks for suggesting this," Dylan said as he checked his bald head in the mirror. "We all suit the bald boy look."
"Might even keep mine shaved," Ciaran grinned. "I love it but f*** knows what my parents will think."
"I am going to stay bald," Tommy said. "I will just have to learn how to shave it."
"Could make it a regular Saturday event?" Lance suggested.
"Yeah, let’s do that," Ciaran grinned. "Every Saturday we get shaved."
"I am well up for that," Tommy replied. "How about you?" Tommy asked Dylan.
"Why not? After all we are the skinheads," Dylan grinned.

Lance peered out from behind the curtain as they were told they were on in five minutes and saw a large crowd of young punks and skinheads standing around waiting for them to come on and paly their music. Lance opened his bag and took a thick black leather studded bracelet out and secure it around his left wrist before pulling on black leather studded fingerless gloves onto his hands.
"Don’t you look the part," Tommy said to Lance as the lights dimmed, and boots n braces walked onto the stage to polite applause.
Lance walked over to where his bass guitar was standing and picked it up and slung the strap over his shoulder.
"Good evening we are boots n braces and our first song is called screaming," Dylan told the audience.
Ciaran started the song with a slow drumbeat before Tommy kicked in with a heavy bass drone on the keyboards before Lance and Dylan came in with heavy riffs.
"This is not fashion," Lance said in a low-pitched voice. "This is not ritual, this is not rebellion, this is the severance," Lance continued. "This is me screaming for my release!" Lance shouted out as drums crashed heavier and the keyboards got heavier.
Lance and the rest of the band continued the song and were surprised by how the audience had taken to the song.
"Thank you," Lance said as the band started the next track called ‘laced up/shut down.

"We have one last song before we say goodnight," Lance told the crowd. "This is still a bit rough it is called burnt soul.
"I died, I arrived at heaven’s gate where god called my name, I watch, god laughs as he tears my soul out of my body, I watch my soul being burnt, "I watch the fire as it consumes my soul, I watch as my soul is burnt to ashes!" lance shouted out as the song finished.
"Thank you and goodnight!" Lance shouted out before walking off the stage with the others.
"That was some set," Dylan said as he picked up a beer and opened it.
"It went better than I thought it would," Tommy admitted. "I was s***ing myself before we started the set.
"You were not the only one," Lance said. "I nearly pulled out when I saw the size of the crowd."
"I think we were all a bit nervous," Ciaran admitted as he opened a beer.
"You were pretty good," A young man said as he walked over to where Lance and the others were standing. "I am Adam, I am with cutting edge records."
"Nice to meet you," Dylan said to Adam.
"How would you like to come to the studio and do a session there?" Adam asked Dylan.
"Yeah, we are up for it," Dylan told Adam.
"We are after a support group to do a two-week tour with the group edge of rebellion," Adam told Dylan. "We would produce a four track EP to promote your music plus some t-shirts."
"I would be up for that," Ciaran grinned. "Two weeks away from my olds."
"We would have to arrange time off work," Lance said to Dylan.
"They would be fine, I am owed some holiday," Dylan told Lance.
"This is my contact number, the tour starts in two months’ time, so we would need you in the studio like next week," Adam told Dylan.
"I will call you on Monday," Dylan replied.
"I look forward to it," Adam said as he handed over his card before walking off.
"I cannot believe that we are going to be selling our own EP and touring in a couple of months’ time," Tommy said.
"Could be our breakthrough into the world of music," Lance said. "May even be able to put some of my songs into an album if we get the offer."
"One step at a time," Dylan said. "Don’t want to get our hopes up to much."
"I am going out to watch cropped rebellion," Lance told the others. "Catch you later."

"Thank you and good night!" The lead singer of cropped rebellion shouted out as the lights came back on.
"You were awesome tonight," a young woman with a black Mohican and heavily tattooed arms said to Lance. "Fancy coming back to my place for a drink?"
"Er yeah, sure," Lance replied.
"Let’s get going then, I am Bex by the way," Bex told Lance.
"I am Lance," Lance said to Bex as they walked out and made their way to where Bex had parked her car.
Lance climbed into the passenger seat of the car and put his seatbelt on as Bex got into the driver’s seat and started the car before pulling out onto the road. After a short drive Bex pulled up outside a semi-detached house and stepped out of the car along with Lance.
"Parents are away for the weekend," Bex told lance as they walked into the house. "Let’s take a bottle of wine to my room."
"Sure," Lance replied as Bex went into the kitchen and got a bottle of red wine and two glasses before walking up the stairs and into her bedroom.
"You look so sexy with your shaved head," Bex said to Lance as she sat on the edge of her bed. "Come on I don’t bite you know."
Lance grinned nervously as he sat down next to Bex and took a glass of wine off her and took a sip.
"God I am so hot," Bex said as she removed her black leather waistcoat. "Are you not hot? I bet you look even sexier if you stripped your shirt off."
"Maybe," Lance replied.
"Take your boots off sexy," Bex said to Lance. "Let me see you naked."
Lance put his wine on the bedside table and removed his boots and polo shirt and laid back on Bex’s bed.
"Come on my sexy bald boy, strip your trousers off," Bex said to Lance, and she pulled off her t-shirt to reveal her breasts before stripping off her tight black trousers. "I want you all to myself tonight," Bex said as she pulled open a drawer and took a condom out. "Not a virgin are you?"
Saying nothing Lance pulled off his camo trousers, socks and boxer shorts and laid back on the bed.
"Stand up and close your eyes you bald sexy boy," Bex told Lance. "I have something for you."
Lance stood up and closed his eyes and heard what sounded like hair clippers being switched on.
"Keep your eyes shut," Bex giggled as she started to shave off Lance’s pubic hair. "Oh yes a lot better now I can see your cock in all its glory."
"I don’t f***ing believe it, she is shaving my pubes smooth," Lance thought to himself as he felt his cock start to stiffen.
Bex switched off the beard trimmers and picked up a electric razor and shaved Lance’s pubic hair smooth before telling him to open his eyes.
"You have shaved off my pubes," Lance said as he looked down to see his pubic area now completely smooth.
"Just how I like my boys," Bex grinned as she kissed Lance before gently pushing him onto the bed. "Totally bald and sexy."
Bex laid on top of Lance and started to kiss him, making her way down to his nipples and licking them. Lance felt his cock was now rock hard and saw Bex take the condom out of its package and slide it over Lance’s cock before he entered Bex.
"F*** I am going to lose my virginity," Lance thought to himself as he felt himself coming to a climax.
"Oh yes!" Bex shouted out as she felt Lance climax and shoot his load into the condom. "That was so good!."
Lance stood up and removed the condom and walked into the bathroom and flushed it down the toilet before walking back into the bedroom and climbing into bed next to Bex and kissed her.
Lance walked back into the bedroom and laid down next to Bex before slowly drifting into sleep.

Lance woke with a start the next morning wondering where he was as he smelt bacon being cooked downstairs in the kitchen. Lance pulled the quilt from over his body and looked down at his shaved pubic area before pulling on his clothes and going down to the kitchen where he saw Bex cooking some bacon in a frying pan.
"Morning my sexy bald boy," Bex said as she saw Lance. "You sleep well?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Lance said as he walked over and kissed Bex on the cheek.
"Hope you are hungry and not a veggie," Bex said to Lance as she put some bread into the toaster before getting a tray out of the oven with sausages and hash browns on. "Help yourself to coffee and fruit juice.
Lance poured himself some fruit juice before sitting down at the breakfast bar and Bex loaded the food onto two plates before putting the toast on a small plate.
"Eat up," Bex said as she placed the breakfast in front of Lance. "I will run you home after we have eaten as I need to get to work."
"Where do you work?" Lance asked Bex as he started to eat his breakfast.
"My cousin owns a shop called mythical beasts, we sell mythical creature statues and prints," Bex told Lance. "Call in one day."
"I will," Lance grinned.
Lance finished his breakfast and put his crockery into the dishwasher before pulling on his boots and picking up his guitar and bag before walking out of the house with Bex and getting into the car.
"Will I see you again?" Lance asked Bex as she pulled off the driveway.
"I hope so," Bex replied. "As long as you keep the dome shaved."
"Nah, I am going to grow it out for the next two years," Lance grinned. "Go back to my posh boy curtain style."
"Do that and I will tie you down and shave every hair off your body," Bex laughed as she pulled up outside the block of flats where Lance lived. "Call me," Bex said as she scribbled her phone number down on a piece of paper.
"See you soon," Lance said to Bex as he kissed her before getting out of her car.
Lance watched as Bex drove off before walking up to his flat and walking in.
"What happened to you last night?" Lance’s father asked as Lance put his bag and guitar down in the hallway.
"The afterparty went on longer than we expected, I crashed out at Ciaran’s place," Lance lied. "I had better get ready for work."
Lance picked up his bag and guitar and put them into his bedroom before getting a fresh pair of boxer shorts out of a drawer and walking into the bathroom and switching the shower on before stripping down and walking into the shower.
"Quite like not having pubes," Lance thought to himself as he showered. "Got a bit of stub on the dome as well."
Lance finished his shower and made his way back into his bedroom and dressed ready for his shift at the supermarket.
"I will see you about five," Lance told his father as he put his work shoes on. "Shall I get something for our tea?"
"If you could," Lance’s father replied.
Lance walked out of the flat and down to the foyer where he saw Dylan waiting for him.
"Come on then, spill about where you went last night," Dylan said to Lance as they walked out of the foyer.
"Don’t know what you are talking about," Lance grinned.
"You were seen walking out with some girl with a wicked hawk," Dylan told Lance. "Did you get off?"
"Yeah, we had sex," Lance grinned. "She even shaved my pubes smooth."
"Lucky f***er," Dylan grinned. "I have spoken about getting a morning shift so we can do our studio session."
"What day are we doing the session?" Lance asked Dylan.
"Tuesday afternoon, Adam has booked us in for three hours," Dylan told Lance. "He wants your track burnt soul on the EP."
"Better do some final tweaks to it then," Lance said as they walked into the supermarket and scanned the cards to start their shift.

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