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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 13:02:54 GMT -5
Tristan had his heels propped up on the counter, chugging back a beer. The glaring lights were hurting his eyes, but he knew he had to ignore it. He had a show to do. He glanced at the mirror and blinked, Erin was gonna have a fit, he looked like the walking death. He chucked the bottle into the wastebin and sat up. Where was his visine? When the hell was the last time he slept? He started rooting around on the counter for the visine.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 13:21:40 GMT -5
Erin came storming in, her heels clinking loudly against the tile as she yelled at whatever unfortunate soul was on the other end of her cell phone.
"...AND YOU TELL THE EDITOR AT ESQUIRE THAT I WON'T INVITE HER AND HER ASSHOLE OF A HUSBAND TO MY ANNUAL NEW YEARS EVE PARTY IF SHE KEEPS EXPOSING SHAMIEN LOOKING LIKE A DRUG ADDICT!" She stopped when she saw Tristan, then narrowed her eyes. "i'll call you back." she instantly hung up the phone and tapped her foot at him. "why aren't you in makeup? You are on in half an hour!"
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 13:24:10 GMT -5
"Cause I ain't wearing that shit on my face. They wanted eyeline, I told her to go fuck herself," Tristan as he leaned his head back as he put the visine in his eyes. When he was through he closed them and then glanced at her. "Lemme see the Esquire."
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 13:32:35 GMT -5
Erin tossed it on the counter in front of him. He was on the cover, throwing up in an alley behind his favorite club in LA.
"I released a statement. I said you had the flu."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 13:52:18 GMT -5
He immediately started laughing, "Oh yeah, that looks like the flu." He peered at the paper and then tossed it back to her standing up.
"Let 'em talk. They all know, no use hiding it anymore." He gave her arm a pat. He lit a cigarette and leaned back against the counter.
"They still listen don't they? They buy my shit, they come see my shows. They don't give a fuck as long as I perform. They don't care if I drop dead. Hell, if I died the record company would love it! I'd be worth more fucking money."
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 13:56:40 GMT -5
"Yeah, then I'd be out of a fucking job." Erin pointed out, grabbing the cigarette out of his hand and putting it out in an ashtray. "I thought you were quitting. When you announce to everyone on David Letterman that you are quitting, I take that as a direct promise that you ARE."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 14:21:22 GMT -5
"I tried, it didn't work." He said and crossed his arms. "I'm shooting dope and you're worried about a cigarette? The fucking company wants me to go clean, I don't give a rat's ass. I just wanna play my fucking music, drink, do my drugs and sleep for a whole fucking night!" He said angrily.
From outside the door there was a screaming voice that said something like "HE DOESN'T WEAR EYELINER! STAY OUT!" Tristan smirked, his crazy stylist kept everyone at bay. She was peanut sized compared to him, but she definitely did more than her job.
"Zip, listen. They want me to be something I'm not. I'm playing their game." He smirked at her.
((Mikey has also already been born MUAHAH eeeep wait))
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Post by Trixie on Jan 9, 2012 14:26:37 GMT -5
((I seriously love everything about this.))
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 14:27:05 GMT -5
Erin just shook her head. "I'm not gonna bother you about the damn drugs." Although, that was a war she was pretty committed to winning. Eventually. "But cigarettes are America's taboo now. Parents don't want their teenagers listening to a rock star who smokes cigarettes. It's fact."
She dug into her purse and shoved a nicotine patch onto his shoulder. "Rae will make sure it's covered up for the show. And after tonight, you get a week off. You can sleep then, I cancelled your show in Vegas this weekend."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 14:32:11 GMT -5
"You cancelled Vegas?" He asked her, completely surprised and then glanced down at the patch on his arm. "And I get a week off?" He raised a brow at her.
"Something's going on that you ain't telling me," he crossed his arms and glared at her.
"jesus fucking christ! Someone give that girl a pill," Rae said as she came into the room, slamming the door behind her. she glanced between Zippy and Tristan and tossed him a leather jacket. "Can't go wrong with leather." She said.
Tristan pulled it on. "So you told him?"
"Told me what?"
"Uh nothing..." Rae said and then stepped over to her rock star to pinch his cheeks.
"Get off!" Tristan snapped, slapping her hands away.
"You look like you're dying, when the hell was the last time you ate?" Rae looked back at Zippy.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 14:35:16 GMT -5
"She's right, let's get you a bacon cheeseburger," Erin replied, getting out her cellphone and texting her assistant.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 14:38:58 GMT -5
Tristan glanced between the two women, getting angrier. "I got a show in five minutes. WHAT the fuck is going on here!?"
Rae took a deep breath and then rolled her eyes. "It's an intervention. We're carting you off to rehab."
Tristan's eyes widened. "Are you fucking KIDDING ME!?"
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 14:47:01 GMT -5
Instead of Erin's assistant walking in, Tristan's bodyguard, Jamal, came in instead. "You rang?" he asked Erin, smirking at her.
"Escort Tristan to the stage, will you Jamal?" Erin was texting away on her phone. "Don't have such a cow Tristan you knew this was coming."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 14:52:58 GMT -5
"You're all fucking fired! FIRED!" He yelled at them, "Don't touch me," He growled at Jamal heading toward the stage. Jamal followed behind and shrugged.
Rae stole cigarette from Tristan's pack and lit it. "How long do you think we'll be fire for?"
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 14:56:26 GMT -5
Erin shrugged, watching him go. "The audience likes him best when he's angry anyway," she told Rae. "And will you please get your boyfriend on the phone! The asshole won't answer any of my calls, he's mad at me for canceling Vegas."
((he might as well be Spot. I can play him, I'm sure Nev wont mind since its AU. Whts his real name?))
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