First reaction was the floor. I know it was a lot to take in but I honestly didn't think Mick was the fainting type. Maybe he was?

Usually, it was crazy fans fainting over him not the other way around. It didn't say he was a fainter on his Wikipedia page. There was no how to take care of Mick Jagger page on wikiHow either.

Well, there wasn't much to do but to revive him. This wasn't the first time a strange man fainted in my place actually (long story actually). There would be no book if he died here, the end of Mick Jagger Reacts and probably the Rolling Stones to say the very least.

I decided carry him to my bedroom. Somehow I managed to lug his body quickly to my room and dropped him on my bed. Probably not the smartest idea but I'm full of stupid decisions. That's how I got into this mess. Should really work on this.

I raised his legs like I was supposed to, and kinda just stared at him. He was much nicer when he wasn't speaking. Quiet and calm Mick was peculiar. I fanned his face yet he still hadn't gained consciousness. Did I kill Mick Jagger?

I checked his pulse. Nope, still alive. Thank goodness I was not down for doing CPR. I tapped him on his shoulder.

"Keith," he mumbled his eyes fluttering open. "Keith.."

"Do you always mention your guitarist when you're in bed?" I ask shaking my head. He lives. Both a fortunate and unfortunate situation.

He takes a deep breath, taking in his surroundings still confused. "What, I swear Keith was.."

I place my hand on his shoulder, making sure he doesn't get up just yet. "Stay down you just fainted man."

He looks around my bedroom which has a massive wall of albums and CDs all neatly organised. The only part of my life that isn't a mess. "Where am I?"

"My house and that's why you fainted," I answered sitting on my bed next to him. "Now currently in my bed. That's not why you fainted. Any more questions?"

He rubbed his head. "No, not yet. It's coming back. Book proposal."

I handed him a bottle of cold water from the drink fridge in the corner of my room. "Drink this."

He took the bottle and went to drink from it but stopped. He eyed both the bottle and myself equally.

"Because I always drug my water," I sigh as once again he doubted my actions. I nudged him playfully getting up off the bed. "Just drink it you idiot."

He sipped the water. "Thanks."

I untie my hair, and walk over to my vanity thing. It's only small as my large one is in my walk in wardrobe. "Don't mention it." I raked my hands through it again and did a quick messy bun which wasn't difficult. Put hair up. Voilà!  Messy. What was messier? My life or my hair. Questions, questions. I'd already got too many of them from our guest. "Feeling any better?" I turn around to see him pretend to look away as if he wasn't looking at me.

"Yeah, I'm fine now," he reassures me lying on my bed. (Also not the first time I've had a rock star in my bed.) "I think I should react to something all about me, my hair for example!" He perked up at mentioning himself naturally.

"Just the suggestion I expected but first let me finish my brief house tour." This way taking far longer than I expected. I just wanted to sleep and then get to work on this book. Mick seemed to be the obstacle every time.

I showed him part of my walk in wardrobe where I thought he might actually faint once more along with some of the other main rooms like the kitchen and lounge room.

"Where do you get all the money for this? You aren't a rock star are you?"

"No," I say leading him to his guest room. "I'm a writer but I occasionally design clothes for fun. Most of my money comes from my lamp farm. People keep smashing lamps you know. They are in high demand.''

We walked into the room and he was pleasantly surprised. ''I'm not going to make you sleep in my closet although I bet you'd be comfortable, okay?''

He hops onto the bed, and looks around the room in wonder. ''What's that?'' He points to the TV.

''That's a flat screen colour television,'' I say calmly watching his eyes widen once again. ''Breakfast is at 8am. See you then.'' I went to close the door but stopped. ''Oh, I would also recommend not going outside as this is Australia. The drop bears will get you and they prefer travellers.''

Mick thanked me and I left. Tomorrow we'd finally get to long. Kidnapping someone was more work than I expected.