Music of Change 3 We Could Be Heroes
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[This is merely character development for what will progress into a romance story. If you’re looking for immediate sexual content, this is not the story for you.]
As his fingers strummed the last chord of his encore, the uproar of females’ satisfied screams flooded Jake’s ears. The stage lights went off and he quickly grasped his amplifier chord with his sweaty fingers and pulled it out before walking offstage with his guitar. It had been a long and grueling set, but Jake was pleased with his performance. Although he was labeled as a pop star, his fans had the patience and the courtesy to let him explore some blues guitar riffs throughout his music when he performed live.
Jake ran his calloused fingers through his sweaty hair as he pulled the Fender over his shoulder and handed it to the old stage manager. The old man was in his mid-fifties and bundled up tightly, despite the massive amount of electrical equipment and radios that seemed to be permanently attached to his body. He gave Jake a look-over, followed by a curious and bewildered look at which Jake laughed.
‘It’s a hell of a lot hotter under those stage lights than I think that crowd realizes,’ Jake explained, nodding towards the set he’d just finished his concert on. He smiled, lifting his arm up to wipe the sweat off his brow.
‘When I’m out on stage I sweat like crazy, even in negative degree weather. Although don’t tell the fans that, I don’t think they’d find me as sexy anymore,’ he joked.
The old man chuckled and patted Jake on the back. ‘I wouldn’t worry about that boy, you’ve even got my old lady wrapped around your finger.’
It was the middle of February in Michigan and his manager had foolishly booked an outdoor concert. That didn’t deter the thousands of girls that had lined up for Jake’s performance. Jake sighed, happy that it was over. Jake loved music, that was for sure, but the music he wrote that made him famous wasn’t the music that inspired his musical passion. He’d set out to be a blues artist originally, he’d grown up with a passion for artists like Stevie Ray Vaughn and Eric Clapton. Except, his career hadn’t exactly started off that way. Jake was young when he first truly started to pursue his musical interests, and his lyrics missed the depth and wisdom of an older, wiser blues musician. Instead, his first record was reflective of his young age and lack of life experience, all set to a catchy pop-beat. His first EP picked up label interest, and he signed on with Awake Records in less than six months. His lack of love and search for a soul mate grasped the hearts of millions of women, making his record sales soar.
At the persuasion of his manager, Jake had cut and styled his hair, worn the designer clothes, dated the A-list female celebrities. His second album had been a bit more daring – not as much pop and some subtle blues riffs. Thanks to the media he’d generated with his first album, his second one had even greater success. Followed by the constant flood of tours, press dates, functions, and awards shows, Jake’s popularity skyrocketed, and with it went all of Jake’s privacy.
After a few successful albums, Jake started to regret his façade. This tour had been different for that reason – Jake started to break out of his shell. He stopped dating the phony A-list girls, stopped wearing the fancy clothes, and his hair became shaggy and tousled. Fortunately for his music, and unfortunately for his personal life, his undeniable talent for the guitar and his good looks kept him on every girl’s sex list and kept his tour booked solid. After taking a break to record some new songs, Jake hit the tour circuit again – this time with a bluesy edge to his music. Critics and fans embraced the new Jake, and his new sound opened doors for work with other musicians. For the most part, everything Jake wanted was going smoothly – except when it came to his lack of a love life.
‘Hey man, we’re all going back on the bus. Mike got some sandwiches and we hooked up the systems so we can beat your ass at Halo.’
Jake looked over and grinned at his friend Jeff, who also played the bass in his band.
‘Come on, man,’ Jake smirked. ‘You know I was born to kill bionically augmented men.’
Jake grabbed his jacket from backstage and started to walk towards the bus when his manager, Kevin, grabbed his arm.
‘Hey Jake, before you head out, you’ve got to do a quick interview with a few local crews. We already talked about this.’
Jake grimaced and pulled on his hoodie, wishing that he hadn’t committed to this. Although he knew if he asked, Kevin wouldn’t make him go, but he was never one to let the press or fans down.
‘Let’s go then,’ he said quietly.
As they neared the press table, Jake scanned his audience. A woman wearing a tight black business jacket paired with a silk red lace top underneath and a way too tight short skirt was busy applying lipstick using a compact mirror. She appeared to be the main journalist, seeing as how her crew stood at least five feet behind her and she kept turning around and patronizing them.
‘Don’t stand so close to me. Does my hair look hot?’ Jake overheard her say. Great, Jake thought, another one. His eyes continued to wander through the group when they fell on a tall, slender woman wearing a fluffy black jacket over a black outfit, her camera hung around her neck. What captured his attention though was the humor in her mocking expressions as she watched the reporter next to her applying her makeup.
Hmm, maybe for once I’ll meet someone not so vain and shallow… Jake shook his head as if to forget those thoughts. Probably not, he thought cynically.
The group looked up when Kevin cleared his throat loudly.
‘Here’s Jake Anderson for you folks. One at a time, please.’ Immediately the sultry, attention-demanding reporter stepped up. She held out her hand for Jake to shake. He stepped forward to grasp her hand, but she pulled away so just the tips of her fingers lay in his palm. Pathetic handshake, Jake thought as he forced a wry smile.
‘How are you doing tonight ma’am?’ She giggled and batted her eyelashes. She began to ask him questions he found extremely un-original and very invading of what little privacy he had. His answers became shorter and curter toward the end of their interview.
Finally he smiled and said ‘Thank you for your time, I have another interview now.’ She smiled back and leaned forward on the rail separating Jake from the press, pushing up her cleavage.
‘It’s okay, I’m sure you’ll have time for me later,’ she whispered.
‘Nope, I’m afraid I’m pretty booked,’ he whispered back. Jake had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at the expression on her face at his rejection. She turned around forcefully, tripping on her heels. Growling and obviously frustrated, she stomped off, dragging her unhappy staff behind her.
As she walked away, Jake started to laugh out loud. He looked up to find a wide smile on the woman photographer’s face, and he felt his face flush. Courtney giggled at the look on Jake’s face when they made eye contact.
‘What can I do for you, miss?’ Jake asked in an attempt to muster up his cool.
Courtney was impressed at how polite Jake was, even with the snobby reporter he had just been interviewing with. Although it was apparent to her how uninterested he was in that woman, he still treated her with respect and answered all her questions wholly.
‘I’m not used to rock stars being so friendly… and not drunk,’ Courtney responded humorously. Jake’s eyebrows lifted and comically tilted his head to the side.
‘Sorry to disappoint. My mom raised me to be a gentleman, no matter the circumstances.’
After a few minutes of humorous conversation, Courtney stepped back and lifted her camera, snapping a picture of Jake and catching him completely off guard.
‘Oh good, I hope that’s the cover,’ h
e said, looking slightly irritated. Still, this woman had been more entertaining to speak to than any other women he had met in a while, and Jake was definitely feeling lonely.
‘Would you like to grab something to eat?’ he asked, sounding hopeful.
‘Why not, I’ve still got an interview to do with you,’ Courtney answered quickly, afraid he might change his mind.
‘I know a deli up the street that’s open late.’
‘Perfect,’ Jake coolly responded, but inside, he was more excited than he could remember in a long time.
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