That evening, as Oussie Osborne left the studio, he encountered an unexpected sound in one of Birmingham’s old industrial neighborhoods. A thin, trembling voice. Someone was clearly asking for help. But where was the sound coming from? Aussie stopped, listened carefully, and began walking toward the direction of the voice.
In a dark park area next to a large oak tree, he came across a strange sight. A young girl dressed in black Gothic attire was crouched beside the tree and clearly looked frightened. Her black makeup had run and tears streaming from her eyes had left tracks down her cheeks. “We’re leaving you here, weird girl. Maybe this way you’ll learn to dress like normal people.
” Aussie heard a young male voice shouting. Three young men, probably 18 to 19 years old, were taking the girl’s bag and walking away toward the park exit. One of them turned back and yelled, “Don’t forget to throw away those weird music albums in that bag, too.” And all three walked away laughing. The girl’s Gothic necklaces were broken.
Her black skirt and boots were muddy. Aussiey’s eyes blazed. This scene took him back to the bullying memories he experienced in Birmingham during his childhood years. Back then, he had also been targeted because of his long hair and different behavior. Aussie quickly ran to the girl’s side and knelt down, getting closer to her.
“Hey, are you okay, love?” he asked, his voice containing both concern and suppressed anger. When the girl lifted her head, Oussie saw her blue eyes sparkling beneath the tears. There was fear in those eyes, but also a challenge, a resistance. “I’m I’m fine, just a bit shaken,” the girl stammered, trying to steady her voice.
Oussie felt something familiar in the girl’s trembling voice. This was the voice of someone who had been rejected, misunderstood, pushed to the margins of society. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” “And what did those kids do to you?” “Emma! Emma Williams,” the girl said, her voice filled with astonishment.
“And you? Are you really Oussie Osborne?” “I mean the real Aussie Osborne.” Her voice was suddenly filled with excitement, as if the fear from moments before had vanished instantly. Ozie smiled. Yes, that’s me, Emma. Now, tell me what happened. What did those kids do to you? Emma took a deep breath and began telling her story.
I’m in high school and I listen to metal music, especially black metal. I dress gothic because this is my true identity, but everyone at school thinks I’m weird. They call me a devil worshipper.” Her voice began to crack. Those three kids, Jason, Kyle, and Marcus, they constantly harass me.
As Emma continued her story, Aussie could understand the pain she was experiencing from his own past. Today, when I was leaving school, they followed me. They said, “We don’t want to see your weird music.” And forcibly took my bag. Emma’s eyes filled with tears again. Inside were all my CDs, concert tickets, even my signed emperor poster.
I paid a lot of money for that poster. Oussie knew the emotional pain Emma was experiencing very well from his childhood years in Birmingham. He too had been constantly mocked because of his long hair, different style of dress, and passion for music. Emma, you don’t have to apologize for anything. Your taste in music, your style of dress.
These are the things that make you who you are. Emma looked at him in amazement, as if someone was telling her they understood her for the first time. But you, I mean, you’re a heavy metal legend, the founder of Black Sabbath. I listen to black metal, emperor, mayhem, dark throne.
Aren’t these very different from your music? Much darker, much more aggressive. Oussie looked at her with a genuine smile. Music is music, Emma. Every type of metal is a way of bringing light to darkness, a way of expressing yourself. When I was young, I also encountered people who couldn’t understand me. People called Black Sabbath devil’s music.
They tried to exclude us from society. Then he extended his hand to Emma. Come on, sweetheart. Tonight, I’ll take you home safely. But first, we’re going after those bullies to get your bag back. Emma’s eyes widened, and her voice trembled with excitement. Really? What are you going to do to them? You’re not going to fight them, are you? There was fire from the old days blazing in Oussie’s eyes, but his voice was calm and controlled.
I won’t fight them, Emma. I won’t fight them, Emma, but I’m going to teach them the biggest lesson of their lives. They’re going to learn that bullying is unacceptable. The two began walking in the direction the bullies had gone. Emma now felt much safer beside Ozie. As they walked, she asked in a hesitant voice, “Zussie, you’re really not judging me for listening to Baie and Dark Throne.
Most people find this music too extreme and even freakish.” Aussie stopped and turned to her, his voice sincere and understanding. Emma, when I formed Black Sabbath in 1968, they said we were corrupting the youth. The black metal you listen to is misunderstood in the same way. Music is for liberating our souls, for expressing our emotions.
Listening to dark music doesn’t mean being a dark person. Emma’s face completely lit up. You’re serious about this, aren’t you? So, you’re actually trying to understand? Ozie replied in a relaxed manner. Of course, I’m trying to understand. Actually, I’m very curious. Which black metal bands do you listen to? Tell me about them.
Emma began to get excited, her shyness now gone. Emperor, Mayhem, Bersom, Dark Throne. I especially love Emperor’s In the Night Side Eclipse album. Those complex guitars, atmospheric keyboards take me to other worlds. Ozie nodded thoughtfully. Emperor? Yes, I know them. Isan’s vocal work is really impressive. They make very technical and atmospheric music.
Actually, there’s something similar to the dark themes in our old Black Sabbath songs. Emma said in a voice that showed disbelief. I can’t believe you know them. I mean, you’re not just saying that to be polite, are you? Aussie responded. Emma, music knows no boundaries. I’m always open to learning new things. As metal music evolves, I follow its evolution, too.
Maybe you can teach me some things about modern black metal. And I can tell you about metal history and the origins of heavy metal. Just then, they heard a group of young people at the other end of the park. It was the bullies from earlier. The three young men were rifling through Emma’s bag and laughing loudly at her CDs.
Jason, the tallest one, was holding an Emperor album and showing it to his friends. Look at this weird music. Emperor Dark Throne. What are these supposed to be? They even have strange pictures on the covers. Kyle, the heavier second one, was waving Emma’s concert tickets in the air. This girl even goes to these weird concerts.
Who knows what they do there? Marcus was mocking Emma’s posters. Ozie advanced with anger, but in a controlled manner. Hey, you!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the park. When the three young men turned around and saw Oussie Osborne standing before them, they froze. Jason’s mouth hung open.
Kyle stumbled backward and Marcus dropped the posters from his hands. Jason began stammering, trying to gather courage. You This This isn’t our business. Ozie stepped forward, his presence filling the park. I’m Oussie Osborne, and you’re going to apologize to this girl immediately. And you’re also going to give her bag back right now.
The young men looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Jason, gathering his courage, said, “She’s just a weird girl. This music isn’t normal. This style of dress isn’t normal. She’s disturbing the school. But his voice wasn’t as confident anymore. Aussie raised his voice. Normal? Do you determine what’s normal, son? I’ve been in this industry for 50 years, and let me tell you this. Music is freedom.
It’s selfexpression. What you call normal is actually mediocrity. Then he took Emma’s bag from Jason’s hands. This girl’s musical tastes are far more sophisticated than yours,” said Aussie, his eyes scanning all three young men in turn. While you’re probably listening to the same 10 songs that play on the radio, she can understand the most complex, deepest forms of metal music.
Listening to Emperor is as difficult and complex as listening to Mozart. You need to understand orchestrations, harmonic structures, instrumental techniques. Kyle tried to intervene. But they worship the devil. They do dark things. Aussie laughed. Worship the devil? Son, I’ve been hearing these accusations for 50 years.
Metal music is the art of expressing one’s inner world, their dark emotions. This doesn’t make them evil. Quite the opposite. It makes them more honest. Emma, what do you think about the music you listen to? Emma, standing beside Oussie, was now much more confident and said, “Black metal isn’t just music.
Its atmosphere, emotion, and connection with nature.” “This music gives me peace. It gives me the opportunity to express myself. Now I’m giving you kids a choice,” said Aussie, his voice threatening, but still controlled. “Either you sincerely apologize to Emma and never bother her again, or this incident goes directly to the police and your school.
You can’t imagine what kind of connections I have. Jason’s face had gone pale. We We were just joking around. It wasn’t anything serious. Joking? Oussie’s voice was getting harsher now. Bullying someone. Stealing their personal belongings isn’t a joke, son. When I was young, I also encountered narrow-minded people like you.
The difference was who supported me and how I responded to them. Emma, meanwhile, was standing beside Oussie, and there was no longer any trace of fear in her eyes. In fact, a kind of pride and self-confidence had spread across her face. “Jason, I never did anything to harm you. I’m just living in my own style, not bothering anyone,” she added.
Jason and his friends were forced to start apologizing, but Oussie could tell they weren’t being sincere. We’re sorry, Emma. We’re really sorry. We won’t do anything like this again, said Jason, hanging his head. But his voice still wasn’t convincing. Aussie intervened. That’s not enough. Promise that you’ll respect Emma’s musical taste, that you’ll accept her differences, and if I hear about you bullying her again, then you’ll face real problems,” Kyle said, trembling.
“We promise, Mr. Osborne. We’ll leave her alone.” “Good. Now go. And don’t forget this. Everyone has the right to be different. That’s no excuse for you to disrespect that person. Difference is beauty, not mediocrity. After the young men quickly walked away, Emma turned to Ozie, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Incredible.
You actually fought for me, said Emma, her voice filled with amazement and gratitude. No one in my life had ever defended me like that. Ozie smiled. Everyone deserves to be defended, Emma. Especially someone who has such a beautiful passion like music. Music is the purest art that touches our souls. Emma’s eyes lit up. So, what are we going to do now? Oussie smiled.
Now, I’m taking you home, but first, I want to do one more thing. I’m going to take you to my old studio in Birmingham. It’s open tonight, and maybe I can show you where real metal history was born. Emma’s jaw dropped. The place where Black Sabbath recorded? Aussie replied, “Exactly. The microphone we used to record Paranoid is still there.
” As they drove toward Birmingham’s old industrial district, Emma was looking out to the window, still unable to believe what she had experienced. “Zussie, this is the best day of my life. Not just because you stood up to the bullies, but because you really understood me.” When they arrived at the studio, Aussie pulled out his old keys.
This building has been here since 1970. Tony, Giza, Bill, and I used to rehearse here for hours. Four kids with no money preparing to change the world. When they went inside, Emma’s breath was taken away. Old photographs on the walls, vintage guitars, antique mixers. Aussie touched an old Marshall amplifier.
This is where the Iron Man riff first came out. That heavy sound Tony discovered by accident. Emma reached her hands toward a classic Ibanz guitar. Can I touch this? Of course, you can even play it a bit if you want. When Emma took the guitar in her hands, she touched her fingers to the strings and began playing a riff from Emperor’s I Am the Black Wizards.
Wow, Emma, you’re really talented. Where did you learn this riff? Oussie asked. From YouTube and a few metalhead friends. But I’d never played with such professional equipment before. Aussie excitedly picked up a bass guitar, and the two began making music together. Aussie wasn’t very good at guitar, but Emma’s technical black metal playing together created a magical sound.
“Emma, you’re one of the most talented young musicians I’ve ever seen,” said Aussie while playing. “Have you ever had any musical training?” Emma said shily. Just a few online lessons. My family can’t afford music lessons. Aussie stopped and looked at her. What if I arranged weekly guitar lessons for you? With one of Birmingham’s best metal guitar teachers.
Emma couldn’t believe it. Are you serious? But that would be very expensive. Oussie raised his hand. Don’t worry about the money, Emma. Talent shouldn’t go to waste. Oussie showed her the old recording equipment in the corner of the studio. This place isn’t just a workspace. It’s also where young musicians discover themselves. Every Saturday, I work here with young talents.
If you come, I’ll introduce you to other metal lovers. Emma excitedly. Are there really other metal musicians here? Aussie said proudly. Of course. There’s a 16-year-old drummer named Josh who plays death metal. A 17-year-old girl named Sarah who’s a doom metal vocalist. If you join us, maybe we can even form a band. Emma was going crazy.
Now, lays black metal. This is my dream. During the two hours they spent in the studio, Emma experienced music history firsthand. On the way home, Emma turned to Aussie and said, “Uzie, tonight you didn’t just get my bag back. You gave me a new life.” Getting out of the car in front of her house, she felt completely different.
Aussie, I wonder what Jason and the others will react when they see me tomorrow, she asked. “Don’t let it bother you, Emma. You now know who you are. That’s the greatest power a person can have.” The following week, Emma saw that Aussie had kept his word. Guitar lessons had been arranged. She had been invited to the studio. And most importantly, she had met Josh and Sarah.
The three young musicians immediately clicked and formed a band called Darkened Dreams. Emma now walked differently at school. She wore her Emperor t-shirt, held her head high, and listened to her music with pride. Jason and his friends looked the other way when they saw her, because they now knew that Aussie Osborne was behind Emma.
But more importantly, Emma now knew her own worth.
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