Jack lived the dream rockstar life style, tours, screaming fans, girls, boys. Everything. He was a well known drummer and every where he went somebody would want something. Of course he loved meeting fans but at one point it gets too much. In order to get away from the lifestyle for a bit, he bought a disguise. A wig, some shades and changed his usual black attire. He caught a flight to L.A. and headed for his break. Even with flight after flight, Jack still hated flying it was something he just couldn't get used too.
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After landing in L.A. Jack headed to a small B&B, how punk rock - he thought. He'd miss his bandmates but he needed this break. After settling into his hotel room he walked to a small cafe and prayed nobody saw through his disguise. After ordering a coffee he sat down, so far so good. The waiter that brought his coffee was sweet, unlike his coffee which was pretty bitter.
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Jack headed to his room bumping into a red headed man on his way, which knocked his shades off. In a panic, Jack rushed to out them on. Unfortunately, the stranger bet him to it and picked them up, staring directly into the drummers eyes. "Here, Sorry about that. You have lovely eyes, I wouldn't hide them if I was you." The stranger smiled, making the drummer even more flustered. "Thanks. Im Ja- Séan, Séan." Even if this guy wasnt a fan, Jack wasn't going to risk it. "Im Mark." Mark, that was a nice you'd remember and a face you'd remember because damn, this guy had a nice one.
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Jack and Mark passed often exchanging a Hello or too but that was it. Part of Jack wanted to know the red head but he was scared Mark would find out he was famous and go all crazy, mega fan. However that didn't last long and Jacks inner Irishman came out later that evening and he got drunk.
Of course he'd have to bump into Mark again. Stumbling onto the man, Jack giggled. "Im a famous drummer yknow!" He said loudly, and Mark laughed. "Yeah okay, you're drunk thats for sure."
"And you're cute." Mark was a little surprised, he frooze and Jack came onto him kissing him. Mark pulled away immediately, "You're drunk I can't-" Another intoxicating kiss. Jack was drunk off alcohol and Mark was drunk off Jacks presence.
Jack dragged Mark back to his room.
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Jack woke up, his disguise as well as his clothes on the floor. His green hair stucking up and his cover blown. He turned to see Mark and his eyes nearly popped out his skull. Why did he listen to his inner Irishman!? The press would definitely get ahold of this. He could see the story lines now.
"Drummer has a crazy one night stand!"
"Drummer sleeps with American, the world explodes!" Mark woke up, Yawning.
"So you are really a famous drummer, huh?"
Jack nodded, a relationship was not on the cards after this.
"I don't want to just walk out and pretend this didnt happen, yknow. So I'm gonna make coffee and we can talk."
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"So my stage name is Jack but I go by Sean and I was here to get away from rockstar life for a bit but I kinda, blew my cover. Relationships with me are tough."
"Why?"
"Fans, Tours, yknow."
"Ill just hide, You can be my drummer boy."
Jack smiled at this, Mark was really willing to get hate, for Jack?
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He got hate when they announced there relationship but eventually, people got used to it and they even got power couple.
Maybe Jacks inner Irishman isn't so bad.