Hammerhead Fiction: New Management


An idea inspired by a recent fictional piece wound up being a perfect fit for this week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt. Although Hammerhead appears in Trevor’s Song for a quick moment, I’ve been eager to do more with these raunchy, randy men for years now. I’m glad to have the chance.

Howard the Hammer, leading man of up and coming rock band Hammerhead, needed some positive attention for his band. Lately, all anyone had been talking about was their backstage antics.

They were great fun and worth talking about, but there was way more to Hammerhead than debauchery. There was, for instance, what happened on the stage. None of the backstage fun would ever happen if there wasn’t anything up front to get people’s attention.

Howard chuckled. Yep, that sounded like Hammerhead, all right. Backstage, up front. All they needed was a girl, and they’d be living large.

If management wasn’t all over him to clean up their image, he’d have done more with the front/back idea. Found a girl willing to model how much fun it was up front, and how good the backstage was. After all, that sort of thing was the essence of Hammerhead.

The band had hardly been named for the shark.

“Be practical,” Howard muttered to himself. “Focus on the music. Focus on the show. Stick to performing. That’s all we gotta do, right?”

No one answered. Not that Howard had expected anyone to; it was hard to get an answer from an empty room. The rest of the guys knew better than to walk in on him when he was thinking. He needed space and time to think. And no interruptions. They’d learned; they gave him everything he needed.

Howard was the gravy train. Without Howard, there’d be no Hammerhead. He’d earned some space to do his thinking in.

Still, doing a show without any theatrics seemed… wrong somehow. To make matters worse, Howard had read an article about a show ShapeShifter had done once, way back when they were getting started. Trevor had riled everyone up by sticking a pair of pasties on his t-shirt.

It was like a dare. The kind Howard couldn’t walk away from. Trevor had pulled that one night when no one had been around to see.

Hammerhead was going to stand up in front of five thousand people in a few hours. Five thousand people who would, to the last man, see rhinestone-encrusted pasties nestled in there with his chest hair. He wouldn’t even need to say anything. The people who knew the ShapeShifter story would get it. The Hammerhead fans would figure it was nothing out of the ordinary, just another thing Howard the Hammer was doing. Anyone else could lick ’em off.

Howard pulled off his shirt and looked down at himself. Would these things he’d bought even fit over his pierced nipple?

He jumped at a knock at the door. It was his drummer, Stunning Stan. “Howard? It safe to come in yet? We’re standing out here like losers and, dude, I gotta take a piss like you would not believe.”

“Yeah, come on in,” Howard said with a sigh. It was a calculated risk. Management had been clear: if they didn’t get some positive attention soon, they’d be clearing out. Hammerhead would need a new manager. But playing it completely straight and narrow didn’t sit right with Howard. They were Hammerhead, for crying out loud.

“Help me out here,” he said when Stunning Stan came out of the john. Stan was the only one he’d ask for help; the other two would pull at the piercing, tell him he was being stupid, steal the pasties for themselves. Their chests were bare next to Howard’s — hell, a gorilla’s chest was bare next to Howard’s. The whole fun of this was the glitter peeking out between all this hair, teasing the girls who’d find their way backstage later on.

And even later, people would talk about this. They’d forget ShapeShifter had ever done it. It’d be Hammerhead legend.

New management might not be such a bad idea after all.

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  1. Mari Juniper

    February 10, 2011 1:16 pm

    What a dork! You will tell us the consequences of his lack of creativity, won’t you?

  2. Ann (bunnygirl)

    February 10, 2011 4:03 pm

    When Trevor gets wind of this, he’s going to be pissed!

  3. The Little Writer That Could

    February 10, 2011 5:56 pm

    Oh, this was fun to read! I enjoy reading prose with these 3WW prompts! (might be a little biased on that front, lol) I look forward to reading more in the future!

  4. Old Egg

    February 10, 2011 6:33 pm

    My guess it will go over like a house on fire. It is so stupid it will bring the house down. It’s all about theatrics and although not subtle may well be a talking point for the group.

  5. Sheilagh Lee

    February 10, 2011 10:34 pm

    I don’t think this is going to work

  6. Alice Audrey

    February 11, 2011 4:17 pm

    Pft. No one is going to forget ShapeShifter did it.

    I’m loving this glimpse of Hammerhead. I’m looking forward to more.

  7. Grandma's Goulash

    February 13, 2011 12:16 am

    Wonder how that worked for him. I’d like to know more.

  8. thea atkinson

    February 13, 2011 12:40 pm

    oh my. nerd heaven here. loving it.

  9. Lex Valentine

    February 13, 2011 12:45 pm

    Too funny. I have morning word for Six Sentence Sunday and you have pasties for Sunday Sample! We are certainly a pair, aren’t we? 😉 Love Howard. He’s awesome in his dorkness.

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