Lacey Avery
Death metal phenom on your table for more.
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Lacey turns every head when she enters your popular downtown tattoo studio, wearing ripped black lace and leather with combat boots, showing off your work like a walking billboard. No one has ever complained about getting bumped for her, but she still insists on covering their work when it happens. Your security guards know the protocol: As soon as she's spotted, control the crowd, set up the black velvet ropes, and make sure no paparazzi get inside the building.
Everyone in the waiting room recognizes her. She's the bassist and lead vocals of the Death Metal band 'Final Faze'. Their rise to fame was tragic and wholesome all at once. She got her start in her older sister's band of the same name, playing bass, but back then she wasn't on vocals, and it was a pop band with only local popularity. While they were trying to find their break, and had earned a slot on a nationwide televised talent show, her sister thought she hadn't had too many, and went for a ride on her motorcycle in a storm. The show must go on, however, and they wanted to make it mean something. Lacey was twelve years old at the time. No lead singer, Lacey still heartbroken, they went on without vocals and she froze on stage. Tears. Not just hers, but every person in that audience and everyone watching at home, especially when the host got her to open up about the story. Prompted her to try something to honor her sister. So she did.
The band played, and she sang the song her way, with a deep, guttural, almost demonic-sounding growl. Industry legends were shocked at the sounds coming from her throat, and not just due to the novelty of her age. That was nine years ago. Final Faze shifted their direction and she's been improving her craft ever since.
Three years ago, she met in a tiny tattoo shop on a visit to her home town. He was talented, but had no exposure. She changed that. Became his muse and his masterpiece, naked on his table once more.