free my dreams [[ jed ]]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px;] jed/char didn't really no what to right ### WORDS WORDS WORDS [/style] she woke up, a bright ray coming through the window. she sat up and glanced at her bright messy hair. she settled it into her bed again when her alarm started off again. elise groaned and then dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom. she splashed cold water onto her face, before undressing and stepping into the shower. the hot water ran down like a sheet and she grinned. the feeling of the hot water on her skin was lovely. she twisted her hair into a bun to avoid it getting wet and then washes herself. she twisted the tap off and stepped out a few minutes later, reaching for the towel to dry off. she padded back to her bedroom and pulled out a pair of designer jeans and a tank top. she tossed them on before shaking her hair out loose and grabbing a handbag and purse. she shoved her mobile into her pocket before picking up the keys to the apartment and locking up. after the rush of leaving and getting up, elise calmly and leisurely strolled down to the town centre. she stopped into a cafe and glanced at the queue. there was just over five people in it. she joined the back of the queue. she would just have to wait. when it got to her turn, she'd decided on a caramel latte and a blueberry muffin. to be healthy with a splurge. when she ordered, the bus boy told her that the last blueberry muffin had just been sold. elise groaned out loud before deciding to just have a chocolate one. the bus boy nodded and flashed up the price on the till. elise muttered to herself about how expensive things were getting before reaching for her purse and spilling out some change onto the counter. she sorted out the right amount and pushed it to the bus boy. he checked it while elise waited patiently then finally handed her her receipt and told her to wait at the collecting point. elise waited another 10 minutes for her latte and muffin, before finally getting them and scanning the area for somewhere to sit. her eyes fell on a corner seat with two chairs at it. both were empty. she saw another customer moving towards the table, but moving swiftly, she got there just before and sat down to eat in peace. it was only a matter of seconds before somebody asked if she could move to a one seater and let their pair sit at that table. elise looked up, showed them who she was and then shook her head, apologising. they nodded and then mumbling something to each other, walked off. flicking her red hair back, the girl finally managed to drink her latte. the liquid slipped down her throat, that familiar delicious taste left on her tongue. she indulged in her muffin by taking a great chunk of it in her fingers and eating that whole.

[Jedidiah Mechad Cayhill, Jr.]

Having been in the entertainment industry for more than half his life, Jedidiah had settled pretty comfortably into his celebrity. He appeared on a Canadian teen drama for several years from his adolescence into his late teens. The series garnered international success and made him a familiar face to a lot of young people across the globe. However, Jedidiah skyrocketed to superstardom when he took the leap into music. Though his success as rapper Mechad was a long time coming for him it appeared to the public to happen overnight. He’d become a household name before he’d even released a studio album. His talent coupled with the interest of several other big time performers caused word of his mixtapes to spread like wildfire. Before he knew it he was gracing the covers of magazines and attending award shows. Jedidiah had more money than he knew what to do with and owned pretty much every tangible thing he could possibly want. Staying humble wasn’t always easy. Temptations were always lurking but Jedidiah tried hard to rise above it. He surrounded himself with good people and reminded himself that when he was on stage, he was Grammy-winning rapper Mechad, but when the lights turned off and the music stopped he was just a regular guys from Canada.

One of the things Jed did miss about being a regular guy was being able to go out and do simple things for himself. Fortunately, he kept his private life very private and the paparazzi seemed to recognize that. It also helped that he didn’t have a whole lot going on in his personal life at the moment. Pictures would get snapped of him almost every time he went out, but the photographers kept their distance rather than swarming him with flashing lights. Still, when Jedidiah decided to get some coffee, he wore a big brown hoodie with the hood pulled over his head and sunglasses on his face. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t want to be bothered; he just didn’t want to cause a scene. Public Mechad sightings in LA were somewhat rare and while the locals were pretty cool about it, the tourists in the area were bound to be star struck. Jedidiah walked briskly down Hollywood Boulevard toward the café in the town center. That place had the best caramel macchiato in town and they knew exactly how to make it how he liked it.

Jedidiah managed to make it into the café only having to stop to sign an autograph once. He joined the line, which was pretty short, and kept his head down while scrolling through his phone. Trying to keep up with the latest social media was a challenge for him. He’d gotten his start on myspace, putting out music on his profile for people to listen to and personally answering fans’ questions. That seemed like so long ago. Now his publicist was adamant about him actively using twitter and instagram to stay in touch with fans. That meant that he had to find interesting things to tweet and instagram about. He ordered then waited for his coffee, smiling back at the baristas who smiled at him. In a few minutes they handed him his caramel macchiato and a cheese Danish. He had no real desire to stay in the café so he turned to grab some napkins and make his way out. Out of the corner of his eye he caught someone eating what looked like the most amazing blueberry muffin. It looked so good that he just had to approach the woman. “Is that…how’s the muffin? It looks so good.” He looked down at his cheese Danish, almost regretting his choice. “I guess I haven’t been here enough to sample all of their stuff,” he said with a half smile, his sunglasses still on and hoodie still covering his head.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px;] jed/char. ps, it's a chocolate muffin, they'd run out of blueberry! ### WORDS WORDS WORDS [/style] elise's attention was taken when someone walked in. she glanced at them and felt that the face was familiar. her smile grew when she realised why she knew the man. he was none other than jedidiah cayhill, more commonly known as mechad, the famous musician. her eyes were drawn to him. he looked so casual as if he didn't care and was obviously trying to play it cool. elise was in awe, she'd never be able to do that. but then again, she wasn't really as well known as him. she'd just followed her passion for acting and it had got her here. but that wasn't anything special. sure, she was getting parts, leading roles and supporting. but that didn't seem to matter. yes, she wanted fame, but she didn't want it in that way. it was only because she'd tried so hard. she knew she deserved this, and that wasn't her being spoilt, it was partly true. she was in shock again when he started to approach her table. he had walked out, but something had obviously caught his eye and he was now making his way over towards elise. she blushed and then recovered before he reached her. she took a deep breath and hoped she wouldn't act stupid. she smiled up at him. hey, she literally kicked herself, hey?. she gathered herself again. sorry, yeah. it's good. real good. she knew that wasn't the right thing to say and then awkwardly sipped at her latte. she pushed the muffin towards him, not feeling hungry any more. you can have some if you want? she offered generously.