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[center [font "Times" [#808080 [#1a1a1a He] is a rockstar in his mid 30s. [#1a1a1a He] married too young. [#1a1a1a He] is pretty sure Maria is bored with him.
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[#1a1a1a She] is an aspiring musician, 10 years his junior. [#1a1a1a She] was signed to the label a few weeks ago. [#1a1a1a She] will always fight for what she wants... Even if it's wrong.
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[#b3b3b3 [i She grew quiet for a really long time. He was right, they definitely shouldn’t do this. She should know better. The words got caught in her throat as she tried to agree. “... she doesn’t have to know."]]
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[#1a1a1a They] are falling hard and fast into something [#1a1a1a they] both know is bad for them. It's hard to stop when everything feels so right. ]
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[font "palatino linotype" "Rock star? I'm no rock star... just a regular guy." He laughed. He might've been famous and his band was quite popular, Elliot still didn't consider himself an actual rock star. He was still an ordinary guy. But people still tended to forget about that and only saw him as an idol. And sometimes it was a bit overwhelming.

At this point in time, Elliot had grown tired of his fan base. At least the ones that would over due the whole fandom thing and would take things a little too far. Like breaking into his house and stealing his things... Or when they'd randomly grab on him during concerts.

"Whatever you say, [i newbie]." he chuckled. He led her over to the table next to the window and placed down their cups. "So, tell me more about yourself. Where do you come from? Are you married? Any kids? Siblings?" he sipped his coffee.
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His comment made Aria smirk, and she shrugged widely, an almost exaggerated, animated gesture. [b [#afd980 "What can I say- I like a little coffee with my sugar."]] she stuck her tongue out at him, and followed his gaze back to the man she had shown some disdain for a little bit ago.

[b [#afd980 "Calm down, rockstar."]] she chastised, leaning on the counter a moment. She hadn't missed that he'd paid for coffee, and she vowed silently to get him back at some point. What a brat. [b [#afd980 "He's just this guy that took a liking to me when I worked here. He doesn't seem to want to take no for an answer."]]

[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/WBqIYBb.jpg]] Sure, it was a little annoying, but nothing to run away over. In fact, maybe seeing her having coffee with someone else was going to be enough to get him to take the hint. [b [#afd980 "We don't have to go anywhere. I'm a big girl, and besides. Driving in the city is a nightmare and it's too cold to wanna walk too far."]]
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[font "palatino linotype" “Sweet tooth.” He chuckled. She seemed determined to pay for him which he wasn’t going to allow. But she didn’t know what he was capable of doing. He looked at the cashier and smiled. “Coffee with cream and two shots of amaretto. No sugar, please.” He smiled. He slipped a twenty dollar bill to the cashier before she noticed and quietly stared at the male who began to stare at her. Old boyfriend?

Elliot smiled at her as she stared back at him. “Something tells me that you two don’t get along very well?” He looked over at the man again. Probably a bad experience with him in the past. Or a family member that she didn’t like. Who knew? Nowadays anyone could hate anyone just for the way that they would talk or walk or even stared. It was something absurd, but nonetheless real.

“Maybe we can take our drinks to go? Unless you really want to stick around here.” He offered as the drinks were soon served to them. “I could call my driver and we can go anywhere you like.”]
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Something told Aria that Elliot liked to drink a bit. She withheld any smart-ass comments about the liquor, because surely with as hard as he worked he earned it. But Aria was never the biggest drinker. She hated the idea of alcoholism, had seen it ruin too many good lives and families.

[b [#afd980 "Me? Oh, you're gonna judge me so hardcore."]] she chuckled as they approached the counter, so he could witness her order firsthand. [b [#afd980 "I'll take a pumpkin spice frappe with a vanilla shot, and chocolate on the whip please."]] she asked politely, and turned to him, waiting for him. She had every intention of treating him to coffee.

[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/WBqIYBb.jpg]] She gave a polite wave to one of the baristas, a young man who seemed... maybe a bit too excited to see her. He'd become infatuated with Aria over the short time they had been acquainted, and wasn't taking a hint that she wasn't interested. Her smile looked a little less than pleased, but she looked away from him quickly and back to Elliot while they waited for their drinks.
  [ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜsɪᴄɪᴀɴ] / Black- / 12d 11h 57m 8s
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[font "palatino linotype" Nice. Yeah his wife always seemed nice. But she was far from it. She seeker of fame and fortune, more than what she already had. Their relationship had seemed to hit rock bottom and marriage was beginning to become a joke. Sleeping around his back with multiple men and claiming to still love him was just a simple way of trying to keep him around to save face.

Of course she didn't know that he already knew where's and with whom she had been with but... that was his own secret.

Elliot smiled as she spoke about herself. They had seemed to have something in common. He had originally began to play the piano due to his mother being a pianist. Later on he had become interested in becoming a guitarist and learned to play by ear. Later on he learned to read music and eventually began to learn how to sing. From there on he had made a couple of friends and created a band. There on out everything had flowed into a beautiful yet chaotic mess. And now he was... here.

"I like black coffee with no sugar on hangover nights or days. Coffee with cream and two shots of amaretto on good days." He chuckled. "And you?"]
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Aria listened to him talk as they walked, pulling her jacket tighter around herself as the wind picked up again. It was probably going to snow soon, and she would make a mental note to get a warmer jacket. She nodded along to the information he gave her, but didn't really store it away or anything. He seemed to like a quiet personal life, and she could definitely respect that.

[b [#afd980 "Your wife seems nice."]] she commented idly, shrugging a shoulder. The two of them looked utterly mismatched, and in any interviews she had seen with... [i Ellie?] - She didn't seem too terribly interested in her husbands work. She would never understand marrying someone you weren't totally invested in. Then again, she hadn't even had that many relationships. It took someone truly special to catch Aria's attention.

[b [#afd980 "Not that you asked, but I'll tell you some about me before the rest of the world gets to know."]] she grinned, shoving her hands in her pockets. It wasn't far to the coffee shop now at least. [b [#afd980 "I grew up in a small town. I've been playing in bands off and on since I was in ninth grade, but I've never had any lessons. I taught myself guitar by ear with an Eric Clapton CD and an out of tune guitar that belonged to my grandfather."]]

[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/WBqIYBb.jpg]] She pulled open the door of the coffee shop for him, smirking at him, green eyes playful. [b [#afd980 "After you, Rockstar."]] she purred, and followed him into the warmth of the cafe with a content smile. "[b [#afd980 "What do you drink?"]] Aria had always had a sweet tooth. She was guilty of girly coffee concoctions that were more confectionary than caffeine. She liked a side of coffee with her sugar.
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[font "palatino linotype" Optimistic. Everyone had been optimistic until they saw the reality behind those beautiful smiles and perfectly flawless lives of the rich and famous. Everyone who was lucky and successful would be showered in gold riches and diamond jewels. Big mansions, shiny luxury cars and designer clothing. Your life would be perfect among those who were the 'less fortunate' and you'd be worshiped by them like some sort of God or Goddess. But little did they know about the darkside of this world.

Elliot smiled politely as she asked about his life that was hidden from the public eye. The life that he had struggled and strived to keep away from the nosey news and public. His own and private life. That sometimes felt that it was no longer private at times.

"Well, I'm sure you noticed but I am currently married to a Swedish model named Ellie. I'm sure you will meet her later on. No kids though. At least none that I know of." He shrugged his shoulders. "I have a couple of houses back in New York and Texas that no one knows about. It's my secret hide away from the public eye when things get a little too rowdy or tough. I go there to simply... get my mind off of things and write new songs. And well... there's a lot that's hidden from the public. You'll soon have your own secrets from the public too." He chuckled.
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[b [#afd980 "Pleasantly for now. Let me be optimistic and excited for a while before I get bitter and jaded."]] Aria teased with a light laugh, nudging her shoulder against him without thinking. She found it pretty easy to talk to him, so it was only natural for her to relax and start joking around. [b [#afd980 "I can take criticism. I've been doing it since I was little."]]

She'd been under a microscope pretty well her whole life as far as her parents were concerned. Too bad she hadn't exactly done what they wanted with her life. She shook the thought off, and stuck her hands in the pockets of her jacket, getting ready to go out into the cold at the mention of the coffee shop. She knew it well, she had worked there briefly while she was waiting to be signed.

[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/WBqIYBb.jpg]] [b [#afd980 "Maybe some day I'll make it big too, and you'll be able to say you're a fan of my music too."]] She was nothing if not confident. She knew her music was good, but she could only hope he actually liked it. [b [#afd980 "Business it is. But I don't make any big decisions without the rest of the band. As for getting to know each other, I'm an open book. Why don't you tell me something the tabloids don't know?"]]
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[font "palatino linotype" “Pleasantly?” He chuckled. “Aren’t we all always pleasantly surprised by the rules that are hidden between the lines. Shit, every time I used to sign a contract, there was always something hidden, something that they’d [i casually] would forget to tell me.” He shook his head.
It was nice to know that he had some fandom that wasn’t crazy influenced by their hormones and was truly interested in his music. “Drinks is a heaven sent gift for helping ease the pain of this career.” He smiled and walked with her down the hallway. “When you’re in the music business, you’ll never have a chance to really sit back and relax. You’re always going to be set for touring, fan greetings, gigs, show times, hell you’re even invited to Oscars. Granted, if you make it far, you’ll be invited to events all around the world and at all times of the day. It’s a life of luxury, fame and obviously if you play it right, fortune.” He looked at her.

“But you seem like you just want love in this industry. You know, love for your music. I can let you know right now that if you’re not into criticism, you should give up now. If you don’t know how to take it very well… you’ll end up like another washed up celebrity.” Like the many friends he had made in his past. Old lovers, old friends, people he used to know and cared for... They had all become that one person they had sworn to never become. And Elliot only wondered if he'd ever be on that waiting list of becoming one in the future as well...

He opened the door to the entrance for her. "There's a coffee shop not too far from here. We can go there and maybe talk business? Maybe get to know each other a little more since you're such a fan?" He teased.]
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Watching Brian lose his temper was a bit amusing after everything he had pulled just now. Aria was more than happy to let Elliot lead her our into the hall, and she gave him her full attention as they exited the office.

[b [#afd980 "Well, it's like I told Rick the Dick in there,"]] she snickered, a play on the name he had wrongfully called Brian. [b [#afd980 "My music is my greatest passion. This is one of the biggest record labels this side of North America, so it was only natural to apply here. If I'm being honest, I didn't think we would get signed, but I was pleasantly surprised."]]

She watched him a moment as they walked, and then turned her attention back in front of herself. [b [#afd980 "It's kind of surreal. That, and talking to someone I've looked up to. I hear your music everywhere, I can't believe you have the time to be talking to me about drinks. Don't they keep you crazy busy?"]]

[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/WBqIYBb.jpg]] That was one of the things Aria wasn't looking forward to. She knew that getting her music out there meant losing her privacy. She would be busy, and her personal life would be everyone's business. She would have to learn to accept that. But if she was being honest, Elliot looked tired, and she felt bad for him. [b [#afd980 "You want a coffee?"]] She would have offered something stronger, but it was still only early afternoon.
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[font "palatino linotype" He smiled in turn and took her hand. "Of course." His gaze shifted over to the manager. He did not look happy, not one bit. But that wasn't his fault, Elliot hadn't even really had any choice in any of this. And now that he did, he was going to make the best of it.

Fumes were coming out of Brian's head, and Elliot couldn't help but smile. "Oh, cheer up, Rich--"

"My fucking name is Brian!" He lost his temper only causing Elliot to chuckle. Of course Elliot knew his name, but after he had found out that this guy had been fucking with his wife, he needed to find a way to let off some steam without actually hurting the fella. Not like he didn't want to... But he sure knew that it was a terrible idea. And facing his wife about it right now wasn't exactly what he wanted to do either. No, he just wanted to forget about it all instead and focus on the carrier.

"I'm sorry, Brian, but I'm sure we can make something good come out of all of this. After all, didn't you say that we need to learn how to grow on our own? Well, this is me taking the step in that direction. Plus, this girl here wants to do the same." He smiled before looking to her. "So about that drink." He began as he led her outside. "Ignore the man who's angry at the world. He always likes to make the biggest sellouts out of the best of people. But you seem different from the ones I've met before... So tell me, what actually brought you all the way down here?"]
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[b [#afd980 "Sure. Are you going to be around tomorrow? I can come find you when I'm done in the studio, after I've had a chance to talk to the rest of the band."]] she offered, completely ignoring Brian's protest.
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[b [#afd980 "I think we could all use a drink "]] Brian looked like he was about ready to snap, so she lifted her jacket from the chair and moved to stand next to Elliot, offering him her hand. In looking down at his hand, she noted his wedding ring. She couldn't remember reading anything about him getting married online, but she tucked that information away for later.
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[font "palatino linotype" He definitely liked this chick. Whoever she was and her band. She was by far the only amusing thing he had for a very long time. After being in this kind of business, you had gotten uses to seeing almost everything amusing to those who couldn't reach it or pay for it. But this girl was definitely on his list of wanting to get to know. Though he still had to be careful. Could've been a lamb in disguise.

"Actually, meeting up sounds great. Maybe we could talk over a couple of drinks, maybe coffee? Not sure how you all function." He chuckled. "Honestly, don't take Richard--"

"My name is Brian Mr. Coleman."

"Whatever, this guy's deal. If I were you, I would definitely just go with my gut feeling."

"What are you doing, Elliot?" He could hear his manager protest. But Elliot didn't give two fucks.

"Do whatever makes you feel comfortable. Don't let others influence your decision."]
[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/k2TKVEM.jpg]] [center [font "Times New Roman" The young musician looked over to Elliot again when he spoke, offered her the opening act on their tour, and she made a mental note to bring it up with the rest of her band. Chris would likely be [i thrilled], but she wasn't so sure about Jade. Killian would just do whatever she wanted to do, he'd always been that way. Her attention was immediate back on Brian though, fixing him with a cocked brow, a challenging expression.

[b [#afd980 "If you don't think I can do this myself, then why would you sign me?"]] she asked pointedly, a hand on her hip. She still hadn't sat down, and thus far had no intention to. Brian seemed to hesitate in answering, stuttering around some half-assed excuse that she didn't want to hear.

[b [i "Well, it's not that I don't think you can do it, I just want to help you get the fame you deserve."]]

[b [#afd980 "Yeah, well my pride means more to me than fame, Brian."]] she shook her head. A less mature her would have rolled her eyes. Okay, maybe she was rolling them a little. [b [#afd980 "I didn't start playing music for fame. I started playing music because I [i like] music. I have talent, and a passion for it."]]

Aria would never be a fame-chaser. Her integrity and music came first, before gimmicks and selling out. She would rather have walked out the door and never become anything than become something she hated. She would hold hard and fast to that rule, otherwise who would she be?
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[b [#afd980 "I'll talk to my band about the tour."]] Almost suddenly, she was speaking to Elliot again, scarcely able to believe that she could talk to someone she had looked up to for so long so... [i casually]. [b [#afd980 "Do you want to get together with us and talk about it in more detail?"]] If he had the time, that was. She knew how busy rockstars were, and they didn't come much bigger than Elliot Coleman right now. At least not at this label.
  [ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜsɪᴄɪᴀɴ] / Black- / 17d 12h 44m 19s
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[font "palatino linotype" Things had seemed to get a little hectic lately. At least more than usual. Elliot had found out the hard way that his lifelong dream had seemingly become a fucking nightmare. Endless tours had him feeling tired as ever. Countless fan meeting draining the life from him, and his wife trying to hide the fact that she was fucking his manager, and a couple of their friends. Though at this point in time Elliot was over anything to do with his carrier… But he still loved music. And he still loved his band despite the countless arguments and fights. He had grown to get used to it and simply just go along with it.

Tonight had seemed a bit different though. His manager had told him about a new band that was struggling to get on its feet and asked if he was willing to help out again. Ever since the last couple of bands had tried to take advantage, Elliot had been a bit cautious about wanting to help anyone out. Then again, who gave a good god damn anymore? Elliot had found himself agreeing to it anyways. And was now here walking with his manager into a room where he had been in long ago himself. Right at the very fucking beginning.

His eyes trailed over to the young woman sitting at the end of the table and it was then that his manager began to speak.
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Great. It was another fucking smooch trying to gain fame by riding his ass all the way up the chart—No? He almost seemed as surprised as his manager. Though by the angry look on his manager’s face he could tell that this was exactly nothing as he had expected. And that was definitely something new.

Elliot didn’t even know her yet. But one thing was sure to him; he already fucking liked her. He smiled with amusement. His manager soon stepping forwards to the woman.

“Do on your own?” He could hear his manager scoff. “Such an absurd thing to say after trying to find fame here. I’m trying to help you get the fame you need here. And this is your biggest shot at it.”

“Oh, come on Richard. Let her be. She wants to gain fame on her own, then let her gain fame on her own.” Elliot chuckled as he took a seat and laid back into it. “You know we don’t push people into things even when they are their best shot at it. Let her struggle a little. Just like we all did at the beginning.” He looked over at her. “Though if you do change your mind we have a tour coming up next week. Maybe you could be our opening band. If you want. If not, that’s also fine. Your choice.” He shrugged his shoulders. ]
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