do, part two
Sep. 2nd, 2003 05:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
radiantbabyJust a quick post from work, so its short and sweet. I hope to have the computer at home up and running very soon, my roommate is working on it. Hope you enjoy this segment, remember to be nice as I am still getting over writer’s block. Also, sorry if there are any editing or spelling boo-boos, this was a bit of a rush job….
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.
“Hello John,” she scooted a bit closer to me and reached to shake my hand. “I am…Kate.”
“So, Kate, are you on the run from the FBI?” I teased, laughing nervously as I found myself trying to impress the stranger beside me.
“I’d rather not say,” she said a bit sadly, but then her eyes lit up and the sweetest smile crossed her lips. “If I told you, I would have to kill you.”
I put up my hands in mock defense, “No, no, that’s quite alright. I love a bit of mystery.”
“Speaking of mystery, you seem rather mysterious yourself tucked away in the darkness in a bar in the middle of the night. Are you on the run yourself?” she said almost squinting at me in the darkness as if she were trying to make out what I really looked like.
“Well,” I replied quietly, “if I told you I’d have to kill you and that would mean far too much bloodshed around these parts.”
“Well, I don’t want to die,” she said in a playfully serious way, “so we’ll call it even. Don’t ask, don’t tell, yeah?”
“Agreed,” I said and then pushed the pitcher of beer on the table towards her. “Help yourself.”
“Oh no, I couldn’t,” she waved it off.
“Of course you can, we just need to get you a glass.”
I moved out of the shadows towards the end of the booth to wave the waitress over. Once she arrived she took a bit of a double take when looking at me, but I slipped quickly back into the dark. “Another glass and another pitcher, please,” I requested.
She nodded and returned just a few moments later with another pitcher and glass. I took the glass and poured it full of the beer. “See, its that simple,” I said to Kate, pushing the glass towards her.
“Thank you,” she smiled coyly at me and then sipped her beer.
“Do you always share your beer with strange girls in bars?” she asked, a bit of a mischievous glint in her eye.
“No, not usually the strange girls, mainly just the normal ones,” I teased back.
She laughed at my joke, giving me a “You-know-what-I-meant” sort of look.
“No, you just looked like you needed a drink and I needed some company. I thought it a fair trade,” I added, more seriously.
“Yes, I think I did need one,” she replied, drinking the beer with a bit more enthusiasm now. “So what brings you to Berkeley or should I not ask that?”
“Nah, it’s alright. My job, I suppose. I travel for my work and I have something going on Saturday here,” I replied vaguely. “And you?”
“Hmm,” she looked more into her beer than towards me, “checking things out around here for something.”
“Oh,” I nodded, understanding her secrecy.
It was strange though. I felt awful being so evasive with her. In fact, I heavily contemplated laying my cards on the table about who I really was and why I was really there.
I didn’t need to bother with that confession though for, unfortunately, my secret was soon about to be foiled before I was ready.
“Jack White?” I heard a voice to my side and looked to see the waitress again, now standing at our table again.
Kate looked over at me and then back at the waitress, lifting a curious eyebrow.
I took in a deep breath, not wanting to be rude, but was annoyed with the timing. I leaned forward out of the shadows. “Yes.”
“Oh my god!” she squealed, “I thought it was you, but then I wasn’t sure and then my coworkers thought I was crazy, but I didn’t think I was, so I had to check.” She was rambling quickly. Oh no.
I looked at her, unsure of what to really say. “Well…um…hello?”
“Oh God, oh God, can I…I don’t know, can I have your autograph?”
I looked back over at Kate who was looking at us both with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
“Um, sure,” I replied, feeling awkward. The waitress thrust her pen and order-pad at me, her hands shaking a bit.
I looked at her nametag – Sarah – and signed on the paper. “To Sarah, thanks for the great service. Best wishes, Jack White III.”
“Thank you, thank you!” she exclaimed and then added “Sorry to have bothered you.” She seemed to sense my uneasiness.
“No problem, have a good one.”
“If you need anything else, anything, just wave me over,” she said excitedly and then waved at the two of us and practically sprinted away.
I slipped back into my space in the shadows, now wishing I were invisible instead. Yes, I hadn’t been ready for my cover to be blown so quickly and now my mind was spinning as to how I might save the conversation with the intriguing stranger by me.
Kate regarded me, drinking her beer slowly. “Um…what just happened?”
* * *
“Yes…I am Jack White,” I replied with a heavy sigh, now nervously shredding bits of a napkin near me into a neat little pile on the table.
She took another sip of her beer, still looking in my direction as if she were trying to figure me out. “No offense there John…or Jack, I guess…but who?”
“Jack White of the White Stripes,” I added, moving out of the dark a little closer to her.
She paused for a long moment. “I’m sorry, but I really don’t know who you are. I feel really stupid as it seems you’re someone who at least warrants an autograph,” she looked at me, her expression emphasizing her embarrassment.
“Well, to be honest, I’m a bit glad you don’t know who I am – surprised, but glad.”
“Why?”
“Let’s just say I just don’t really feel like being me right now,” I replied a bit sadly.
“Oh,” she nodded and then smiled at me. “Well you are welcome to be John around me. Hell, I don’t know any different.”
“Good,” I smiled back at her, feeling oddly comfortable with her considering the bizarre circumstances.
She took another healthy drink of the beer, looking at me almost nervously. “By the way…my name is not Kate.”
I smiled at the fact the two of us were trying to be incognito. “Tonight it will be.”
“Yes,” she nodded, “tonight we play by different rules.”
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.
“Hello John,” she scooted a bit closer to me and reached to shake my hand. “I am…Kate.”
“So, Kate, are you on the run from the FBI?” I teased, laughing nervously as I found myself trying to impress the stranger beside me.
“I’d rather not say,” she said a bit sadly, but then her eyes lit up and the sweetest smile crossed her lips. “If I told you, I would have to kill you.”
I put up my hands in mock defense, “No, no, that’s quite alright. I love a bit of mystery.”
“Speaking of mystery, you seem rather mysterious yourself tucked away in the darkness in a bar in the middle of the night. Are you on the run yourself?” she said almost squinting at me in the darkness as if she were trying to make out what I really looked like.
“Well,” I replied quietly, “if I told you I’d have to kill you and that would mean far too much bloodshed around these parts.”
“Well, I don’t want to die,” she said in a playfully serious way, “so we’ll call it even. Don’t ask, don’t tell, yeah?”
“Agreed,” I said and then pushed the pitcher of beer on the table towards her. “Help yourself.”
“Oh no, I couldn’t,” she waved it off.
“Of course you can, we just need to get you a glass.”
I moved out of the shadows towards the end of the booth to wave the waitress over. Once she arrived she took a bit of a double take when looking at me, but I slipped quickly back into the dark. “Another glass and another pitcher, please,” I requested.
She nodded and returned just a few moments later with another pitcher and glass. I took the glass and poured it full of the beer. “See, its that simple,” I said to Kate, pushing the glass towards her.
“Thank you,” she smiled coyly at me and then sipped her beer.
“Do you always share your beer with strange girls in bars?” she asked, a bit of a mischievous glint in her eye.
“No, not usually the strange girls, mainly just the normal ones,” I teased back.
She laughed at my joke, giving me a “You-know-what-I-meant” sort of look.
“No, you just looked like you needed a drink and I needed some company. I thought it a fair trade,” I added, more seriously.
“Yes, I think I did need one,” she replied, drinking the beer with a bit more enthusiasm now. “So what brings you to Berkeley or should I not ask that?”
“Nah, it’s alright. My job, I suppose. I travel for my work and I have something going on Saturday here,” I replied vaguely. “And you?”
“Hmm,” she looked more into her beer than towards me, “checking things out around here for something.”
“Oh,” I nodded, understanding her secrecy.
It was strange though. I felt awful being so evasive with her. In fact, I heavily contemplated laying my cards on the table about who I really was and why I was really there.
I didn’t need to bother with that confession though for, unfortunately, my secret was soon about to be foiled before I was ready.
“Jack White?” I heard a voice to my side and looked to see the waitress again, now standing at our table again.
Kate looked over at me and then back at the waitress, lifting a curious eyebrow.
I took in a deep breath, not wanting to be rude, but was annoyed with the timing. I leaned forward out of the shadows. “Yes.”
“Oh my god!” she squealed, “I thought it was you, but then I wasn’t sure and then my coworkers thought I was crazy, but I didn’t think I was, so I had to check.” She was rambling quickly. Oh no.
I looked at her, unsure of what to really say. “Well…um…hello?”
“Oh God, oh God, can I…I don’t know, can I have your autograph?”
I looked back over at Kate who was looking at us both with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
“Um, sure,” I replied, feeling awkward. The waitress thrust her pen and order-pad at me, her hands shaking a bit.
I looked at her nametag – Sarah – and signed on the paper. “To Sarah, thanks for the great service. Best wishes, Jack White III.”
“Thank you, thank you!” she exclaimed and then added “Sorry to have bothered you.” She seemed to sense my uneasiness.
“No problem, have a good one.”
“If you need anything else, anything, just wave me over,” she said excitedly and then waved at the two of us and practically sprinted away.
I slipped back into my space in the shadows, now wishing I were invisible instead. Yes, I hadn’t been ready for my cover to be blown so quickly and now my mind was spinning as to how I might save the conversation with the intriguing stranger by me.
Kate regarded me, drinking her beer slowly. “Um…what just happened?”
* * *
“Yes…I am Jack White,” I replied with a heavy sigh, now nervously shredding bits of a napkin near me into a neat little pile on the table.
She took another sip of her beer, still looking in my direction as if she were trying to figure me out. “No offense there John…or Jack, I guess…but who?”
“Jack White of the White Stripes,” I added, moving out of the dark a little closer to her.
She paused for a long moment. “I’m sorry, but I really don’t know who you are. I feel really stupid as it seems you’re someone who at least warrants an autograph,” she looked at me, her expression emphasizing her embarrassment.
“Well, to be honest, I’m a bit glad you don’t know who I am – surprised, but glad.”
“Why?”
“Let’s just say I just don’t really feel like being me right now,” I replied a bit sadly.
“Oh,” she nodded and then smiled at me. “Well you are welcome to be John around me. Hell, I don’t know any different.”
“Good,” I smiled back at her, feeling oddly comfortable with her considering the bizarre circumstances.
She took another healthy drink of the beer, looking at me almost nervously. “By the way…my name is not Kate.”
I smiled at the fact the two of us were trying to be incognito. “Tonight it will be.”
“Yes,” she nodded, “tonight we play by different rules.”
