bittersweet

chapter twenty seven

😀this has took a turn.

"good show today David" Mike Garson, David's pianist, remarked with a gleam. Mike knew David since the ziggy period, they where rather close industry friends, and Mike knew David wasn't in the best shape mentally. he never pondered David with questions as to why... but he always looked as though something was burdening his mind.

"indeed it was" David took a hand towel from the crew and patted his neck and temples as they glistened with hardworking sweat. David didn't really look approachable for a conversation due to his immediate turn in direction towards his dressing room so Mike awkwardly followed David, "you gonna come out with us tonight David?"
David stopped just outside his dressing room and gave Mike a slight, tired smile, "no i'm gonna miss tonight if that's alright, i'm shattered." David ran the towel over his bangs so his hair went slick on his head, his jawbones became even more apparent in the light. "sure David, well i'll see you tomorrow alright?"
Mike patted David's back, feelings his body shudder underneath his touch, "see you later Mike."
Mike knew this was rather unusual for David, he usually loved the opportunity to get high and rave his night away in clubs. well ziggy rather enjoyed that lifestyle, but maybe the thin white duke disagrees?

David audibly sighed as he entered his empty dressing room, Angie was out with her 'model friends' the whole night, which she ensured David knew about. David just finished his second show in Los Angeles and every rockstar knew it was the hotpot for sex, drugs and overall illegal fun.

David had the whole night to himself, he felt rather relived from that idea. he can slow down his hectic life in his own solitude, and mentally prepare for his next show.

David ensured he took Daniels phone number from two days ago, he knew he had to sort out all the details about the whole plan of Dan going to meet Louisa. but he didn't have the mental capacity to sort any little thing out tonight. especially after a two hour show. so David wrote a little reminder for himself on a scrap lyric sheet to 'phone dan tomorrow' for his own sake.
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"drink sir?"
"whisky thanks" David lounged on the bar that he randomly found on a walk he took 3 hours prior. he became rather fidgety and restless while stuck in his hotel room so he decided to take a solo trip down town. obviously hoping he wouldn't bump into Angie or his band crew.

the bar seemed to be an urban, hip vibe and it was elated with streaming bodies that radiated arousal to the music. David felt himself become secretly filled with lust as he watched the people around him, he hadn't had sex in so long. David  just craved some sort of release, he didn't care with feelings or connection he just craved the sensations of euphoria.
so he let his eyes scan around the darkened club, he didn't let his identity to be known just yet as it would cause unwanted attention from numerous people. so he kept his shades on, keeping his presence on the down low.

"oh sorry mate, didn't mean to bang into you there" a vibrant blonde young man chirped as he shifted away from David in a slight awkward manner. David turned his gaze to the tall man before him, tensing slightly at his presence.
"it's alright don't worry about it" David let his eyes scan over the young man, looking him up and down in a secretive manner behind his shades.
the blonde man cocked a brow, "British?"

David shot the man a quick glance, nodding to his interest to carry on the conversation. the blonde man smirked taking a seat next to David on the bar stool, "god i love the english accent, it does something to me" David nearly choked on his spit due to the bold comment made from the man who inflamed David daringly. he couldn't construct a sentence in response, he felt his breath hitch slightly.  "i'm Connor by the way, what's your name?" David took his shades down slowly, revealing his mismatched eyes, "David."

Connor clearly wasn't aware of who David actually was, nor his rockstar status and David internally was grateful for that. he can act himself and not as a hyperbolic celebrity. maybe Connor was too drunk to realise he was talking to 'the David bowie' at that time.