harder to be a gentleman, part two
May. 26th, 2003 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
radiantbabyhere's another fragment:
Key Member: jack, of course
Synopsis: girl meets boy backstage
Rating: well, i tend to come from the smutbiscuit school of fanfic, so it will probably get NC-17 at some point. right now, though, its pretty G-rated.
Genre: drama, romance?
The phone’s ringing startled me early that next day. I rolled over to pick up the receiver, trying to focus on the clock to determine what time it was. It read 10:20.
“Hello?”
“Good morning. I…didn’t wake you, did I?”
It was Jack.
I know that it probably sounds terribly cliché, but Jack and I had spent most of the previous evening’s after-party deeply immersed in conversation. It seemed once we made it past the preliminary, awkward icebreakers, we were able to both speak pretty comfortably with one another. We spoke mostly of music, then a bit about film and various other topics. Perhaps not too exciting for the average Joe, but, hey, I was with Jack White – I certainly was not complaining.
In the end, we were finally interrupted by people wanting to pull him this way and that, so we hesitantly said our goodbyes. I remember giddily leaving the hotel and walking down the street to make it back to my car when I’d heard someone’s voice calling behind me.
“Mickey! Hold on!”
I stopped and turned around to see Jack sprinting towards me, his face a bit red and his hair even more disheveled than it often is.
“Jack?”
He stopped before me, putting his hands on his hips, hunching over slightly to catch his breath.
“Can I…” he panted, “call you sometime?”
I remember the fluttering in my stomach when he’d asked me just as clearly as when I’d heard his voice on the line the next day.
“No, you didn’t wake me…well, at least not really,” I cooed.
Why was he reducing me to a star-struck teenager with the mere cadence of his voice?
“I’m sorry, should I call back later?”
His voice had a nice husky tone that morning, perhaps it was how he always sounded at such an early hour, but I liked it.
“No, no, of course not!”
“Good,” he chuckled, “because I wanted to talk with you early.”
“Yes, you *are* calling me rather early. I thought rock stars were never supposed to get up before noon.”
“Hmm, well, today we have a day off in the city before we pull out tomorrow and I wanted to get a few things done.”
“Like?”
“Like…perhaps asking you to lunch and maybe to the Oscillators show tonight?”
My heart nearly stopped, my brain finally starting to awake and realizing I was speaking on the phone with Jack - *The* Jack White – and now he was asking me to lunch.
“Yes, that would be great. I *love* the Oscillators."
“Wonderful! So, where would you like to eat? I can meet you at your place if you’d like, pick you up and all that.”
“Ah, such a gentleman, and you don’t even have any idea where I live.”
“A gentleman, well, perhaps not a much as I might like to be. I am just a good ole’ Catholic boy at heart,” he laughed.
“Hmm, yes, I have been there as well. Did parochial school and the whole bit. Catholic school girl dresses and saddle Oxfords….”
“And now you’d graduated to black Dickies nurse dresses and cute Mary-Janes,” he said, referring to the outfit I’d been wearing the previous night.
“Yes, I suppose so.”
Key Member: jack, of course
Synopsis: girl meets boy backstage
Rating: well, i tend to come from the smutbiscuit school of fanfic, so it will probably get NC-17 at some point. right now, though, its pretty G-rated.
Genre: drama, romance?
The phone’s ringing startled me early that next day. I rolled over to pick up the receiver, trying to focus on the clock to determine what time it was. It read 10:20.
“Hello?”
“Good morning. I…didn’t wake you, did I?”
It was Jack.
I know that it probably sounds terribly cliché, but Jack and I had spent most of the previous evening’s after-party deeply immersed in conversation. It seemed once we made it past the preliminary, awkward icebreakers, we were able to both speak pretty comfortably with one another. We spoke mostly of music, then a bit about film and various other topics. Perhaps not too exciting for the average Joe, but, hey, I was with Jack White – I certainly was not complaining.
In the end, we were finally interrupted by people wanting to pull him this way and that, so we hesitantly said our goodbyes. I remember giddily leaving the hotel and walking down the street to make it back to my car when I’d heard someone’s voice calling behind me.
“Mickey! Hold on!”
I stopped and turned around to see Jack sprinting towards me, his face a bit red and his hair even more disheveled than it often is.
“Jack?”
He stopped before me, putting his hands on his hips, hunching over slightly to catch his breath.
“Can I…” he panted, “call you sometime?”
I remember the fluttering in my stomach when he’d asked me just as clearly as when I’d heard his voice on the line the next day.
“No, you didn’t wake me…well, at least not really,” I cooed.
Why was he reducing me to a star-struck teenager with the mere cadence of his voice?
“I’m sorry, should I call back later?”
His voice had a nice husky tone that morning, perhaps it was how he always sounded at such an early hour, but I liked it.
“No, no, of course not!”
“Good,” he chuckled, “because I wanted to talk with you early.”
“Yes, you *are* calling me rather early. I thought rock stars were never supposed to get up before noon.”
“Hmm, well, today we have a day off in the city before we pull out tomorrow and I wanted to get a few things done.”
“Like?”
“Like…perhaps asking you to lunch and maybe to the Oscillators show tonight?”
My heart nearly stopped, my brain finally starting to awake and realizing I was speaking on the phone with Jack - *The* Jack White – and now he was asking me to lunch.
“Yes, that would be great. I *love* the Oscillators."
“Wonderful! So, where would you like to eat? I can meet you at your place if you’d like, pick you up and all that.”
“Ah, such a gentleman, and you don’t even have any idea where I live.”
“A gentleman, well, perhaps not a much as I might like to be. I am just a good ole’ Catholic boy at heart,” he laughed.
“Hmm, yes, I have been there as well. Did parochial school and the whole bit. Catholic school girl dresses and saddle Oxfords….”
“And now you’d graduated to black Dickies nurse dresses and cute Mary-Janes,” he said, referring to the outfit I’d been wearing the previous night.
“Yes, I suppose so.”
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Date: 2003-05-26 08:01 pm (UTC)keep em comming. <3
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Date: 2003-05-27 09:38 pm (UTC)Rayna