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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 15:01:50 GMT -5
Rae rolled her eyes, "He gets tempermental when you cancel a hundred thousand dollar gig," Rae called her boyfriend up. He happened to be a very tall, muscly, hunky scottish man, brogue and all and she always referred to him as delicious. He kept Rae in line merely because of the fact he was over a foot taller than her.
"Babe, hey," She rolled her eyes as he started yelling, "Shut up. Listen, he'll be out after the gig. No stopping, right to the facility. If you stop he'll run."
The crowd went nuts for him that night. When he was finished he was escorted off the stage by Jamal. Tristan was walked to a vehicle, door shut and off he went.
The next day the press went crazy. He was all over TMZ, People, E news. The world was buzzing about his hard partying, all the drugs. The womanizing.
Tristan sat out on the deck in his bathroom, smoking a cigarette and reading another gossip rag about himself. His eyes went wide when he saw the picture on the front page.
He called Erin immediately. "Erin!"
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 15:07:09 GMT -5
((gimme a name for the agent))
Erin had been in his room, packing up a luggage for him to take to rehab. She sighed, and went into his bathroom. "The only move now is rehab, Tristan. I packed you a bag. There's a limo downstairs."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 15:14:31 GMT -5
"Yeah I fucking know," He flung the cigarette out the window, "Whatever, rehab, fine...STOP packing my shit. Look at this," he shoved the gossip mag under her face. "They found him." He said to her, looking down at her. His heart had sunk when he'd seen the picture. It looked like it could be any kid, but it wasn't. It was his, it was his son. His mother was walking him to school and Mikey was smiling up at him. "They couldn't just have their fun with all the drugs and the partying, they had to go and do this!" The phone started ringing. ((HIs name is Duncan  Mikey's five, he has no contact with him whatsoever. He sends her money and sends him christmas gifts and stuff like that but he's only seen him once when he was born. It was kind of an arrangment. )) |
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 15:19:33 GMT -5
"Shit." Erin gulped, she had been hoping he wouldn't see that. "Just get in the car, Tristan, I'll take care of it. I'll say that you wanted him to have a normal life, which is why nobody ever heard of him. I won't say anything about the arrangement..."
She answered his phone, since it kept ringing. "yes?"
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 15:21:03 GMT -5
Tristan didn't move, just ran his fingers through his hair.
"Let me talk to him," The voice said, it was Nancy. Mikey's mother on the other end of the line. "Erin, I know it's you. Put him on the phone."
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 15:29:28 GMT -5
Erin pressed her hand over the speaker. "you wanna talk to nancy or not Tristan?"
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 15:35:00 GMT -5
He took the phone from Zippy and then went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
"I don't know how they found out!" Quiet...pause, "he okay?" another pause, "They're what? Alright, calm down...Calm down! I'll take care of it.....yeah I really am....it makes no sense to now, he always knew I was his father...yeah...just relax." The finished talking and then he hung up the phone emerging from the bathroom.
"Send Jamal and hire another guy to go over there. Paparazzi are hiding in the bushes," he said with a sigh and flopped down onto the bed.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 15:41:59 GMT -5
Erin nodded. "It'll distract them to see you walking into rehab..." she began, clearing her throat. "I can send a picture myself, and they'll be hiding in the bushes there instead of at the kid's house. I told you I'll take care of everything, have I ever let you down before?"
She walked over and began to massage his shoulders. "Get clean. And then date a model. Or an actress. For more than a night. Mikey would be last year's news..."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 15:51:29 GMT -5
He hung his head and rolled his neck, closing his eyes. "Who am I gonna date? I been with nearly all of 'em..." he said with a heavily and then glanced back at her. "They're boring." He smirked.
"Tip the press off about where I'm going. They need to get outta Mikey's driveway." He said and looked into her eyes. He meant it. "I don't care what I look like."
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 16:02:30 GMT -5
"What about that pretty actress from Gossip Girl? I could set something up," Erin offered, already on her phone to arrange for the paparazzi to catch Tristan going to rehab.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 16:10:05 GMT -5
"No thank you," He said and shook his head. Tristan got himself dressed and took a deep breath, getting ready to go. "See ya in thrity days." He put his sunglasses on grinning.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 16:17:32 GMT -5
"Yeah, if only. I'll be around to check up on you the end of the week," Erin replied, still texting away. She looked up, smiling at him a little. "If you had any real family to visit you maybe I'd get a real vacation.." she joked, shaking her head.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 16:22:25 GMT -5
"You don't gotta visit me, I'm a big boy," He said to her. "I'll be fine, go to Italy or something. You don't have nothing to worry about for a month, will you fucking enjoy it?" He grabbed his bag and tossed it over his shoulder before leaving the room.
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Post by Zippy on Jan 9, 2012 16:31:32 GMT -5
Erin frowned, sticking her head out the window and watching him get into the limo. She let out a sigh of relief and was on the phone instantly, arranging everything for Tristan.
She even called up Nancy, offering to stop by and help out with the paparazzi.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 9, 2012 16:40:13 GMT -5
"They're gone," she said, peering out the window. "And they're leaving fast. What did he do?" Mikey looked up at his mother.
"Who is that?" He asked.
"Your father's friend."
"But whoooooo?"
Tristan kept his head down as the camera's following the car down the hill, snapping pictures of him. He hated this, he hated it more than anything.
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Mikey's five, he has no contact with him whatsoever. He sends her money and sends him christmas gifts and stuff like that but he's only seen him once when he was born. It was kind of an arrangment. ))