["The bar is a beautiful place"]

[alexander]

- - - DESPITE ANYTHING THAT I SAID BEFORE - - -
THE BAR IS A BEAUTIFUL PLACE
• SHA NA NA NA, SHA LA LA LA •

"It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog" Never were truer words written. When in the entertainment business, no matter what you do, these words definitely applied. Work is continually praying on your mind, even if you're not on a set or behind a camera. You eat, sleep, breathe the industry and that is when you know a true star is born. However, when you make a last chance break to make your name in the business and are still reviewing your situation, things don't seem to be going the way you hoped they would.

That was the unfortunate predicament that young british actor Alexander Jackson now found himself in. He had prospered in his home country, with a great spy series making him a household name almost overnight. He was loved by his country, he was held in such high esteem that some had even campaigned to have him make a speech on christmas day rather than the traditional one done by the Queen. But he threw it all away over a woman that he had become infatuated with. Looking back, he became unsure of whether or not it was love or simply a fling he had let go too far. The truth was, she had become everything to him. She was the only person he wanted in his life and he did everything he could to make sure she was treated the best way possible. But she couldn't take his lifestyle, the paparrazzi constantly camping outside her house, outside her work, following her and her friends just to get a glimpse of him. It was too much for her and she broke it off, without even a goodbye she was out of his life and there was nothing he could do about it.

He was convinced he had seen her a few months later, hand in hand with some blonde haired boy who looked about twelve. That only drove him deeper and deeper into depression. He began to drink, each night he had a couple more bottles than the night before, until the stuff was practically flowing through his veins. It filled the void that she had left in his life, everything began to blur away and things seemed alright again when he had a drink in his hand. But that soon spilled over into his professional life and when he turned up one morning to shoot an episode still drinking and abusive to his co-workers, things began to get worse. He was soon released by the company, his career rapidly descending on a downhill slope. He retreated to his family home and was able to get help from them for his problem. They helped him see there was life after Emmy and after the show, he could do whatever he put his mind to, just as his grandmother had always told him.

So he had taken a chance, packed all his belongings and left for an opportunity that was disappearing with each passing month. He was still young, or so he told himself. When he first arrived in New York he was twenty-three years old, it was a sad thought that he had somehow peaked in his chosen career at age twenty when he had been cast as Darren Anger in 'D.Anger'. Now here he was, in a strange city and still waiting for the big break he had risked everything for. Of course he had made some progress, a few commercials here and there and a small part in a crime scene drama, but nothing worth writing home about. In fact, he had managed to make up a few things just to tell his mother that he was making a go of things and becoming the success she had told him he could be. But of course these were programmes that only Americans could watch, they wouldn't be making their way over to the UK...mostly because they didn't even exist! He had to come up with a way to make it here, no matter what.



Sitting in the bustling local cafe, it didn't seem like this was going to be of any help. He had a few scripts his agent had sent over for him to look at, but all the parts seemed to be for a stuck up English waiter or a snobby English butler. Nothing worth the time he had wanted to dedicate to his career. He wasn't ungrateful to his agent, he was trying his best to get him in where he wanted to be, to that stage in his life where he could just sit back and let his talents take him wherever he needed to go. But he was above playing the usual British stereotype, he didn't want to sink into that and forever be stuck in a typecast role. This was America, the land of opportunities and all he wanted was a chance to live his dream.

Turning towards his cup of tea, he sighed as he noticed the scripts sitting beside it. When were things going to take a turn in the right direction for him. Looking up as he heard the noises in the cafe getting louder, he wondered how he had got lost in his own little world when reality was proving to be so difficult to ignore. It was time to face facts...things were hard here in New York and he knew they wouldn't get any easier for him. Lifting his cup, he took a sip of his rapidly cooling Earl Grey before picking up one of the long forgotten scripts and flicking to the first page, settling in to read once more.

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[nymph]

The tall young woman walked her usual walk. Confident and proud she took her steps forward, and even though she was with two other girls she seemed to walk on her own. California smiled sweetly back at the tooth pick sized blonde twins. Unlike her the blondes walked together, step by step, the noises their large heels made clicked and clacked in accord; in the brunette’s mind they were something like a Mary Kate and Ashley that never split up. NYC’s own local socialites; a dime a dozen, but these two were cute and unaffected by their wealth. That’s why she liked hanging around them. Within a few weeks of their meeting Cali took them under her wing and praised their innocence. How could she decline when they offered to take her out for a lunch?

The wind hit the only open part of the Spanish born’s legs. She wasn’t meant to thrive in such cold weather, in fact, she hated it. She was dressed in an overly thick and expensive fur coat and over-the-knee boots, just to protect herself from the cold weather. Despite the cold of the city, Cali loved to walk through the blocks and blocks of shops and people. She would walk the streets for hours a day doing various things and all she would do is study the people walking by her. Thinking about what their life is like. None of them did she pity, ever. Cali was far too nice for such a monstrous and rude thing; who would want to be where she is? No one. But she would give money to anyone who asked and actually needed it. She wouldn’t just give them a credit card and move on. Again, she was far too nice. She would ask them why. California wanted to help them in ways she couldn’t help herself. She hoped at least one of the people that promised her rehab would force themselves to go; several times she had a driver come pick the junkies up, and make sure they got in, but she would be fine with just one. If she changed one person’s life for the better, she would feel accomplished, like she did something right.

She fell back between the two twins before they entered the café. She kissed one on the head as if she were her mother, and smiled. “I love you two crazies,” she whispered to them as if it were a monumental life threatening secret. Once they were situated in a café table, you could see Cali’s excellent posture. The brunette heiress was trained to have the utmost perfection in all of her movements, and, oh baby, she did. The waitress, Lily, quickly introduced herself and got their drinks, although, California wasn’t too focused on the waitress’ sweet disposition, but she noticed the small glint in Pear’s eye. The exotic beauty turned to see whom the blonder twin was eying. “I think he’s a little too old, dumbie! You and your adolescent 17 year old boobies need a younger man, plus, he looks like a bore” Cali was already out of her chair by the end of the sentence. The twins cocked their head in question, and she spun her head back towards them and spoke with an air of confidence in every word, “I’m going to see if he is boring or not, ladies,” and then turned it back to the guy, making her approach.

The Spain made original walked as if she did these spontaneous antics daily, truth be told, the gorgeous thing did. Every day. California walked up to the decent looking man, and did a California-esque thing. The tall twenty something sat on his lap and looked into his eyes; she would always do this before kissing someone. California thought of the eyes as the most sacred part of the body. You could see them, their person, their entity. They were pale blue; they struck her like a freight train. They scared her, she could feel them stare through her. Her face changed, and you could see her, California; her and all of her sorrows showed on her face. If you were ever to examine the wild child’s face you would see the weak moments she has. They are seen only rarely, for few are ever focused on her face, but they happen frequently. This was one frequent moment in the life of California Amor, which ended with a frequently made distraction. The bold beauty kissed him with her eyes possibly more tightly closed than they should have been. Just for a moment she let the kiss deepen. Once the kiss was over, she smiled like a shy first grade girl. The sorrow remained on her face, but quickly she removed it. No, he couldn’t see through her; she forced to drill that thought through her mind. Despite the scared running through her mind, her face appeared sweet accompanied by a soft smile. “Heya stranger, I’m California.” Simply and sweet she just walked away from the man and returned to her table. “That’s how you do that, ladies.” She laughed softly; quickly forgetting his eyes. No , she didn’t want to see him again.

status: done and will make pretty.
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notes: the guy she kissed is obvsly him, and thank you for him havingg icy blue eyes.

[alexander]

- - - DESPITE ANYTHING THAT I SAID BEFORE - - -
THE BAR IS A BEAUTIFUL PLACE
• SHA NA NA NA, SHA LA LA LA •

These scripts read the same way they had when he had first looked through them a few days earlier. It was only because his agent had called him that morning to remind him he needed to make a decision on them that had prompted him to dig them out from his cluttered desk again. But there was no way he was reading them again at home, he had fell asleep on the couch last time he had attempted it. So early in the morning, with a cup of tea and a rather noisy surrounding was the only solution. So here he was, reading the scripts that he still had every intention of turning down, but nicely of course. He didn't want to be playing the stuffy british person his whole life, that just wasn't what he had come out to America to do.

He had heard the noise of the door opening but, just like he had done the rest of the morning, he ignored it. Any distraction would permanently tear his focus away and it would definitely be difficult to somehow bring it back to them. He couldn't help it if he was bored to death reading the same old butler lines that he had seen in every other movie they had featured in. Letting out a small sigh as he set his cup back down on the table, he flicked the next page over to read. Before he could, he felt his eyes becoming heavy already, having to raise a hand to rub them gently. Wanting to get some clarity back into his blurry eyes, he let them scan around the room, the picture still trying to get back to normal. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. He had always thought about going back to London, his family had all begged him to most of the times they were on the phone with him, but he had resisted. This was his dream after all and it was worth chasing.

Blinking a couple of times to get his eyes back to normal, he looked back down at his script with the realisation that he might be stuck here all day. That was until he felt a prescence in front of him, but before he could react the figure was suddenly on his knee. Unsure of how to react, his first instinct was to look up and see if he actually knew this person. It was a girl, first of all, that was clear from the beautiful long tanned legs and the two sexy...eyes...yes, it was her eyes that he was looking at. Once he had tilted his head up from his script, he found himself having no choice but to look in her eyes. She was staring into his, almost as if she could see the future through them. He couldn't help but admit that he felt a little awkward, he had never been in this situation before. A beautiful woman sitting down on his lap without even as much as a hello first? How does a guy react to this kind of thing?

As he opened his mouth, ready to utter the word he had thought of to say to her, a subtle 'hi', he found himself rendered speechless. She had looked scared, as if he was going to take advantage of her and then throw her to the side. He knew what kind of guys were mostly seen around the popular places like New York and Hollywood, but he wanted to stress to her that he wasn't this type of guy. This time he was sure he had to say 'i'm not going to hurt you'...not the best thing to tell someone you've just met but he felt it was necessary. But then the strangest thing happened, she kissed him. He didn't really believe that it was happening until he felt her lips pressed further against his. A little alarmed at first, he soon sunk into the kiss, the tight hold he had on the script loosening and letting it fall to the floor in front of him. Bringing a hand up to softly touch her back, the other settled on her leg as the kiss deepened. This was crazy, a woman he didn't know was now sitting on his lap and they were sharing an intimate kiss together. How had this happened?

He was never the type of man to do this kind of thing, he always liked to get to know a girl first before making a move. He was well known back in London for taking a month to do what any other man would do in one hour but that was just the way he was. He had to get to know the type of girl he was talking to and dating before he would even go for a kiss. And yet, this moment of craziness was probably the most thrilling he had experienced in his life so far. As the kiss ended, his eyes opened slowly before meeting with hers. A delirious smile was on his face, that kiss was unbelievable, it had knocked him for a loop. He gazed up at her adoringly, even though he hadn't meant to. Truth is, it had been a long time since he had experienced a kiss as passionate as that, and it was such a surprise that it just made it that much better. He was thinking back on the feeling so much that he almost missed it when those sweet lips uttered her name.. California..what a beautiful name. He was preparing a compliment in his head as he mulled over her name, before seeing her walk away from him.

A puzzled look was on his face, he had so many questions he wanted to ask this beauty and now she was leaving him after kissing him. Okay, New York was a strange place...He wanted to turn back to his scripts, to move on and forget about the whole thing. But, as he glanced over at the table she was sitting at with her two friends, he knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate anymore. Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, now at least he had an interesting reason to forget about these stupid scripts. Looking down at his hands he suddenly felt nervous, this was a girl that he didn't know and yet he felt his stomach getting tied up in knots over just talking to her. But he knew he had to, he just couldn't rest until he had talked to her a little more. Getting to his feet, he straightened out his jacket before walking across the floor. He knew her friends eyes were on him, he could tell they were wanting to whisper to California as soon as they spotted him but they remained cool and calm. Just before he reached her table, he made sure to clear his throat so he would be completely audible, he had to make sure she heard him. Stopping just in front of the table, he felt those nerves building up again but kept his charming smile on his face.

ALEXANDER//; Charming Actor
"Excuse me Miss? I didn't really get the chance to introduce myself. I'm Alexander Jackson and...I was wondering if I could buy you and your friends some coffee?"

It was a lame line, he knew it was but he was still a little thrown from the surprise of her kiss that he wasn't really sure what to say. But as he stood there in front of them, he slipped his hands into his pockets and smiled, hoping she wouldn't find his approach too forward but he just had to get to know more about this girl.




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