To be a Nobody
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,239
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
To be a Nobody
\"Dyllan!\"
A crowded studio in NYC eagerly awaited its star of the moment. John Laramie, the cheesy host of World Famous Live, sat at his interviewer\'s desk with a smarmy smirk pasted to his face.
\"Dyllan! Dyllan Blaine!\"
Laramie loved being paid to shmooze with celebrities; the bigger the star, the more money he received. In truth, Laramie looked down his bulbous nose at them all. His chair was placed slightly higher than those of his guests, to give the impression that he was bigger than they. He was, in fact, a rather short man.
\"Dyllan! You\'re on in sixty seconds! Hurry up!\"
John Laramie normally had a snobbish look about him, and tonight that look was intensified. Tonight his guest was none other than Dyllan Blaine, the World\'s Greatest Modern Rocker, by title. After tonight\'s episode, Laramie\'s ratings would soar.
\"Oh, what the fuck is he doing?! Dyllan, I\'m coming in this dressing room right now!\"
The door of the studio dressing room opened, but Dyllan Blaine was nowhere to be found.
One year earlier...
\"Ah John, you cut me to the quick, man!\"
\"Well, I\'m just curious like everyone else in this studio, Alek. I mean, look at these ratings. Your first and second albums had three top hits each; your third album had four, and your fourth album had five. You guys are up to your fifth album now, and you haven\'t had a hit yet,\" John Laramie smirked down at his latest guest.
\"Well, John,\" Alek asserted, \"how can you expect a hit yet? The album hasn\'t been on the shelves all that long.\"
\"It\'s been five months, Alek.\"
The rock star squirmed in his significantly small chair. Laramie smirked triumphantly.
\"Mr. Zevon, how do you expect to defend your title as the World\'s Greatest Modern Rocker, if your band can\'t put out a hit song this year? Do you think perhaps the popularity of hard rock is beginning to wane? The indies seem to be surpassing you.\"
Alek fidgeted, \"Well, as I said, it\'s really too soon to say that we won\'t have a hit this year. After all, half of the year isn\'t even up yet. You just wait and see, John; hard rock isn\'t gonna be killed by some indie crap!\"
John Laramie turned to his studio audience and smiled, \"Well, folks, I suppose time will certainly tell. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Alek Zevon!\"
Alek slammed the door as he entered his top-notch New York condominium. His long, raven hair swished violently over his tensed shoulders as he stalked to the kitchen. Grabbing a carton of milk and a pack of Gitanes, he made his way to the living room, where he sulkily flipped through the television channels. The food channels made him nauseous, the sports networks were obnoxious, and the news was just depressing. Alek flipped to MTV, hoping to catch a glimpse of himself and the band. What he saw did not improve his mood.
\"Hello world, I\'m Lucy Lucitane reporting for MTV News!\" a perky blonde stated.
Dumb twat, thought Alek. He took a drag on his cigarette.
\"Well people, it\'s the year 2025, and you know what that means! It\'s almost time to select this half-decade\'s WGMR, a.k.a. the World\'s Greatest Modern Rocker! Every five years music fans all over the world vote on their favorite rockstar from a list of nominees put out by MTV. Alek Zevon, the dark lead singer of once uber-cool band Osiris, has maintained the WGMR title for the past decade. If he wins the title again he will receive instant admission to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Alek seems to have some tough competition this year, especially from hot indie rocker, Dyllan Blaine. Blaine\'s first album, Shatter My Soul, has already spawned two hit singles. Osiris\' latest piece of work is, so far, devoid of hits. Watch out Alek, Dyllan\'s in town!\"
A crowded studio in NYC eagerly awaited its star of the moment. John Laramie, the cheesy host of World Famous Live, sat at his interviewer\'s desk with a smarmy smirk pasted to his face.
\"Dyllan! Dyllan Blaine!\"
Laramie loved being paid to shmooze with celebrities; the bigger the star, the more money he received. In truth, Laramie looked down his bulbous nose at them all. His chair was placed slightly higher than those of his guests, to give the impression that he was bigger than they. He was, in fact, a rather short man.
\"Dyllan! You\'re on in sixty seconds! Hurry up!\"
John Laramie normally had a snobbish look about him, and tonight that look was intensified. Tonight his guest was none other than Dyllan Blaine, the World\'s Greatest Modern Rocker, by title. After tonight\'s episode, Laramie\'s ratings would soar.
\"Oh, what the fuck is he doing?! Dyllan, I\'m coming in this dressing room right now!\"
The door of the studio dressing room opened, but Dyllan Blaine was nowhere to be found.
One year earlier...
\"Ah John, you cut me to the quick, man!\"
\"Well, I\'m just curious like everyone else in this studio, Alek. I mean, look at these ratings. Your first and second albums had three top hits each; your third album had four, and your fourth album had five. You guys are up to your fifth album now, and you haven\'t had a hit yet,\" John Laramie smirked down at his latest guest.
\"Well, John,\" Alek asserted, \"how can you expect a hit yet? The album hasn\'t been on the shelves all that long.\"
\"It\'s been five months, Alek.\"
The rock star squirmed in his significantly small chair. Laramie smirked triumphantly.
\"Mr. Zevon, how do you expect to defend your title as the World\'s Greatest Modern Rocker, if your band can\'t put out a hit song this year? Do you think perhaps the popularity of hard rock is beginning to wane? The indies seem to be surpassing you.\"
Alek fidgeted, \"Well, as I said, it\'s really too soon to say that we won\'t have a hit this year. After all, half of the year isn\'t even up yet. You just wait and see, John; hard rock isn\'t gonna be killed by some indie crap!\"
John Laramie turned to his studio audience and smiled, \"Well, folks, I suppose time will certainly tell. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Alek Zevon!\"
Alek slammed the door as he entered his top-notch New York condominium. His long, raven hair swished violently over his tensed shoulders as he stalked to the kitchen. Grabbing a carton of milk and a pack of Gitanes, he made his way to the living room, where he sulkily flipped through the television channels. The food channels made him nauseous, the sports networks were obnoxious, and the news was just depressing. Alek flipped to MTV, hoping to catch a glimpse of himself and the band. What he saw did not improve his mood.
\"Hello world, I\'m Lucy Lucitane reporting for MTV News!\" a perky blonde stated.
Dumb twat, thought Alek. He took a drag on his cigarette.
\"Well people, it\'s the year 2025, and you know what that means! It\'s almost time to select this half-decade\'s WGMR, a.k.a. the World\'s Greatest Modern Rocker! Every five years music fans all over the world vote on their favorite rockstar from a list of nominees put out by MTV. Alek Zevon, the dark lead singer of once uber-cool band Osiris, has maintained the WGMR title for the past decade. If he wins the title again he will receive instant admission to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Alek seems to have some tough competition this year, especially from hot indie rocker, Dyllan Blaine. Blaine\'s first album, Shatter My Soul, has already spawned two hit singles. Osiris\' latest piece of work is, so far, devoid of hits. Watch out Alek, Dyllan\'s in town!\"