do, part one
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radiantbabyokay, so my writing has been shite lately, like i'm on brain freeze or something. so, i thought perhaps if i started a new story, it might help a bit. i hope this one sounds okay. if all goes well, i should be able to finish those other pieces i have been working on.
feedback. please.
TITLE: Do [working title]
GENRE: Romance, Angst
KEY MEMBER(S): Jack, for now
SYNOPSIS: After being put out of commission from breaking his finger, it is the eve of the White Stripes first show after the accident. Jack is finding himself lonely in a crowd, questioning his success, and terrified about his first show after his injury. Little does he know there is a bit of light at the end of the tunnel coming around the bend. Her name is Kate.
RATING: PG-13 at the moment
ARCHIVING: Soon it will be on the archive site if all goes well, anywhere else, just ask.
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please…I am still in the throes of writers block, so tell me if it sucks too hard.
MISC: The narrative of the story is Jack. Remember this is fiction, I do not profess to be Jack White or any of his multiple personalities. Also, facts might get a bit toyed with, but that is what makes things fun. Enjoy.
DO [working title]
Claremont Resort & Spa, Berkeley, CA. 12 September 2003
Things had been difficult lately. On the surface everything looked wonderful – I had money, fame, popularity… It seemed like everyone wanted to be me or be near me. So, yes, I suppose I should have been happy, but underneath it all, I was far from it.
Yes, the money was nice, but it seemed to be tarnishing my character more than anything. Here I was finding myself making ridiculous expenditures here and there when only a short time ago just having enough food to eat was an issue.
The fame was something I’d not planned on and I was right in seeing its parasitic nature before things got so out of control. I just sometimes felt as if it’s sucking my soul right out of my being. The popularity was the same way. I kept finding myself surrounded by loads of people who would not have given me the time of day even a few months ago. Instead of making me feel more accepted, it only made me feel even more alone.
All my old friends seemed to be pulling from me, perhaps becoming alienated by the pace of my current lifestyle, and even, sadly, the toll it was taking on my personality. Even my dearest friend Meg seemed miles away even though she was just up the hall.
I was lonely, yes.
I needed action. I needed something or someone. Most importantly, though, was that I needed someone to need me too.
* * *
2:35 AM.
I needed a drink.
I rummaged through my suitcase trying to find something to wear to the downstairs bar. I groaned as much of my choices were of the red, black, and white variety (self-imposed, of course). I wanted something different that night. The last person I wanted to be that evening was Jack White.
I settled on some jeans and a yellow t-shirt. I combed my hair straight and pulled on my black newsboy cap. I decided against the usual make-up, trying to downplay my look as much as usual. I just wanted to blend in.
I made my way downstairs to the bar. It had thinned out a bit even though it was technically Friday. I slipped towards the back into a circular booth silhouetted in darkness.
A waitress arrived soon after and provided me with a much needed beer. I sat simply lost in most thoughts for sometime, swilling beer after beer, and losing myself to the jazz music filling the room. I think I’d perhaps almost gone into a trance of sorts when I was startled by a woman sliding quickly into booth near me.
She seemed to not have even seen me tucked away in the darkness, her gaze instead looking almost frantically into the bar. I sat and watched her for a moment, smiling a bit to myself as I watched her sit there completely unaware.
She had medium-length red hair and full lips. She was wearing a simple black dress and some silver star-shaped barrettes in her hair. Yes, she was certainly a sight and my heart leapt a little at her proximity.
I reached into my pocket, lifted a cigarette to my lips, and flipped open my lighter to light it.
She jumped for a moment, startled herself, her gaze catching mine in the brief flickering of the flame.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know anyone was sitting here,” she said, reaching to her side to grab her purse to leave.
“Don’t go,” I said quietly, “I could use some company. Besides you look as if you are hiding.”
She settled back into her seat, pushed an errant of hair behind her ear, and blushed slightly. “I suppose I am.”
“Interesting,” I replied, taking a deep drag of my cigarette, trying to look mysterious, “Very interesting.”
“I suppose so,” she laughed a bit self-consciously. It was quite a turn-on. “So, what is your name?”
“My name?” I paused. Jack White, of the White Stripes. No… “Just call me John.”
feedback. please.
TITLE: Do [working title]
GENRE: Romance, Angst
KEY MEMBER(S): Jack, for now
SYNOPSIS: After being put out of commission from breaking his finger, it is the eve of the White Stripes first show after the accident. Jack is finding himself lonely in a crowd, questioning his success, and terrified about his first show after his injury. Little does he know there is a bit of light at the end of the tunnel coming around the bend. Her name is Kate.
RATING: PG-13 at the moment
ARCHIVING: Soon it will be on the archive site if all goes well, anywhere else, just ask.
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please…I am still in the throes of writers block, so tell me if it sucks too hard.
MISC: The narrative of the story is Jack. Remember this is fiction, I do not profess to be Jack White or any of his multiple personalities. Also, facts might get a bit toyed with, but that is what makes things fun. Enjoy.
DO [working title]
Claremont Resort & Spa, Berkeley, CA. 12 September 2003
Things had been difficult lately. On the surface everything looked wonderful – I had money, fame, popularity… It seemed like everyone wanted to be me or be near me. So, yes, I suppose I should have been happy, but underneath it all, I was far from it.
Yes, the money was nice, but it seemed to be tarnishing my character more than anything. Here I was finding myself making ridiculous expenditures here and there when only a short time ago just having enough food to eat was an issue.
The fame was something I’d not planned on and I was right in seeing its parasitic nature before things got so out of control. I just sometimes felt as if it’s sucking my soul right out of my being. The popularity was the same way. I kept finding myself surrounded by loads of people who would not have given me the time of day even a few months ago. Instead of making me feel more accepted, it only made me feel even more alone.
All my old friends seemed to be pulling from me, perhaps becoming alienated by the pace of my current lifestyle, and even, sadly, the toll it was taking on my personality. Even my dearest friend Meg seemed miles away even though she was just up the hall.
I was lonely, yes.
I needed action. I needed something or someone. Most importantly, though, was that I needed someone to need me too.
* * *
2:35 AM.
I needed a drink.
I rummaged through my suitcase trying to find something to wear to the downstairs bar. I groaned as much of my choices were of the red, black, and white variety (self-imposed, of course). I wanted something different that night. The last person I wanted to be that evening was Jack White.
I settled on some jeans and a yellow t-shirt. I combed my hair straight and pulled on my black newsboy cap. I decided against the usual make-up, trying to downplay my look as much as usual. I just wanted to blend in.
I made my way downstairs to the bar. It had thinned out a bit even though it was technically Friday. I slipped towards the back into a circular booth silhouetted in darkness.
A waitress arrived soon after and provided me with a much needed beer. I sat simply lost in most thoughts for sometime, swilling beer after beer, and losing myself to the jazz music filling the room. I think I’d perhaps almost gone into a trance of sorts when I was startled by a woman sliding quickly into booth near me.
She seemed to not have even seen me tucked away in the darkness, her gaze instead looking almost frantically into the bar. I sat and watched her for a moment, smiling a bit to myself as I watched her sit there completely unaware.
She had medium-length red hair and full lips. She was wearing a simple black dress and some silver star-shaped barrettes in her hair. Yes, she was certainly a sight and my heart leapt a little at her proximity.
I reached into my pocket, lifted a cigarette to my lips, and flipped open my lighter to light it.
She jumped for a moment, startled herself, her gaze catching mine in the brief flickering of the flame.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know anyone was sitting here,” she said, reaching to her side to grab her purse to leave.
“Don’t go,” I said quietly, “I could use some company. Besides you look as if you are hiding.”
She settled back into her seat, pushed an errant of hair behind her ear, and blushed slightly. “I suppose I am.”
“Interesting,” I replied, taking a deep drag of my cigarette, trying to look mysterious, “Very interesting.”
“I suppose so,” she laughed a bit self-consciously. It was quite a turn-on. “So, what is your name?”
“My name?” I paused. Jack White, of the White Stripes. No… “Just call me John.”
