Mistakes of a Rock Star (Jensen Ackles FanFic)

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I could feel the music reverberating in my chest. My heart beating in time with the rhythm around me. The rush of the crowd was pulsing through me, the energy buzzing throughout the arena. You could feel the liveliness and the adrenaline pumping through everyone. I pushed past security guards and crowd surfers who had made it to the front of the pit and safely placed to the ground. I snapped several shots of the crowd lost in the roar of the music. The language of music speaking to all of them. None of them walked the same paths but they all were lost in the music and for one moment in time they were all the same.

I turned my attention back to the band on stage continuing the burst shots on my camera getting the best angle where I stood. Even though I had seen this band play live several times, and they happened to be one of my favorites, I tried hard not to get lost in the flow of the music. I had a job to do. I made my way to the other side of the stage before flashing my badge to the security guards and walking up on stage to try and take back ground shots. Stay out of sight but get the best images I can. It was difficult sometimes. But I was the best at what I did.

I snuck behind the drummer, still unseen by the crowd, taking more photos of the band from behind. The night went by fairly quickly but then again they often did.

I retreated to my own little spot in the venue packing up my gear for the night, tomorrow I would up load all the pictures and send them to the band. I waved to the crew stopping at the green room to thank the band for letting me be a part of their tour and made my way back to the hotel to pack and catch my flight back to Austin.

I guzzled my bottle of water while standing in line at the airport. Concerts always had a way of dehydrating you even if you weren't in the pit. The adrenaline is what did it I deducted about it. I stretched slipping on my sunglasses when my phone rang. Turning off the music I was drowning in I answered the call.

"hello?"

"y/n y/l/n," the voice responded.

"Yeah?" I retorted a little more aggressively than I normally would have. It was very early and I was exhausted.

"I'm Jared Padalecki." He introduced himself.

"Yeah and?" I snapped again as if I was supposed to know who he was. Still trying to listen to him I wedged my phone between my ear and shoulder as I stepped up to the boarding counter and retrieved my I.D from my bag, handing it to the boring lady behind the desk.

"I'm the manager for a very successful artist," he began to tell me.

"Okay," I stated slipping my phone back into my hand to better hear him.

"I've seen your work, it's astounding," he complimented.

"I'm about to board a plane to Austin what is it exactly you want from me?" I sighed trying to get the conversation ended as quickly as possible.

"Austin, that's perfect. I was wondering if you would be interested in meeting with me to discuss a possible job," he told me.

"I'm listening," my interest was piqued.

"Great, meet me at this address tomorrow, I'm texting you the location now," he stated before ending the call.

I let out a heavy sigh before turning my music back on, putting the phone on airplane mode and boarding.

I walked into the restaurant my eyes scanning the faces. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, I had no idea what the guy looked like. That's when I spotted a very tall gentleman in a fancy suit glancing up from his phone waving me over. I let out a breath I had been holding and proceeded forward to greet him.

I put on my best business face and shook his hand.

"Please, sit," he insisted pointing to the chair in front of him.

"So why am I here?" I cut to the chase.

"I'm glad you asked. As I said before I manage a very large name,"

"I really don't care about who it is. What's the job?"

He gave me a small sincere smile before adjusting his jacket.

"Right now my client is kind of in a bind, and I need someone to do a candid photo shoot of him while he's at home, on tour, everywhere. Just to show he's not what everyone thinks."

"Okay, I give who is this guy?" I asked flopping back in my chair.

"Jensen Ackles," he finally answered. I choked on the water I had taken a sip of.

"Nope no way," I answered. "I've heard he's difficult to work with," I told him my worry.

"That's exactly why we need someone of your skill. That's not who he is at all. The tabloids have ripped him apart and none of it is true." Jared pleaded. "Please, will you do this?" crossing my arms in reserve I thought.

"It will pay well," Jared finally told me.

"Fine, when do I start?" I caved.

"Tomorrow morning," he almost seemed giddy as he handed me yet another address.

"Fun," I replied sarcastically.

"Why would you do that?" Jensen yelled as they walked back stage toward the green room.

"Jensen you need good publicity." Jared reminded him as he slipped his phone into his suit pocket. Jensen clenched his jaw in a raw mood. "It's been years since everything happened and you still haven't recovered from it," he added

"Fine," Jensen finally came around. "When do I get to meet this great photographer?" he commented snidely.

"Today actually," Jared informed him leading him to another area backstage.

I tucked my pink streaked hair behind my ear as I dug in my camera bag looking for the extra sd card I had stashed in it when I heard the voices above me. I stood smiling as I saw Jared. That's when I saw him. His striking good looks. His nose a perfect straight line. His eyes seemed to shine the brightest green I had ever seen. His jaw was as if it was chiseled out of stone. I had never seen anyone so close to perfect. He was beautiful, then he spoke.

"Hi, I'm really not looking for a new second rate photographer." He stated. There went that moment of his near perfection.

I didn't take offense to it. I straightened my shoulders and stared him right in the eyes. Those beautiful green eyes.

"I'm no second rate photographer, I'm the best there is. And if you don't want that, then I can give my time and skills to someone else, someone who isn't a second rate act, someone actually good." I remarked crossing my arms not moving my stance.

Jared tried to choke back his laugh before slapping his client on the back.

"She has spunk," I heard him whisper. "Good luck. To both of you," he stated turning to leave.

Jensen was left staring at me for what seemed like a lifetime, before he gave me a sarcastic smirk and turned to leave me to what I had been doing.