Mistakes of a Rock Star (Jensen Ackles FanFic)

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I awoke the next morning with dread filling me. The first day hadn't really been very successful in the first encounter with Jensen I hoped it would be better in the days to come. I didn't want to dread the job more than I already did. I sighed as I packed up my bag to head to the venue for sound check.

Jensen was late to rehearsal, this was going well already. How was I supposed to follow him around for candid photos if he couldn't even show up to his job? I started off just snapping random pictures of the venue and the rest of the band. Twenty minutes later, Jensen arrived.

I eyed him as he walked in with his sunglasses placed over his eyes. I almost growled as Jared showed up behind him.

"Can I speak to you for a minute?" I quickly asked pulling him aside. I saw Jensen stop in his tracks as I pulled Jared away from him.

"How am I expected to do my job?" I questioned glancing in Jensen's direction.

"I'm sorry," he apologized on his client's behalf.

"Fuck that, if he can't show up on time how am I supposed to take photos?" I snapped louder than I had intended. My jaw clenched as Jensen stepped up to us removing his glasses.

"You got a problem?" He asked gruffly.

"Yes, you." I answered honestly.

"Look guys we have a lot of time to work in and we need to get along," Jared tried defusing the situation. My eyes darted to Jared then back to Jensen.

"Do your damn job," I told him.

"Oh I do my job princess," he sneered his eyes squinting at me.

"Sure as hell could have fooled me," I retorted looking him up and down. "Can't even show up on time, party a little too hard with all the strippers?" I quipped with a snide smirk.

"Oh I didn't need strippers sweetheart, they willingly take their clothes off without me paying," he insisted.

"I'm sure they pay with the genital warts later," I remarked.

"Okay look this is what we are gonna do," Jared intervened. "Y/n you are going to follow Jensen, be his shadow," he began to explain.

"Excuse me?" Jensen and I spoke in unison.

"Look it's the only way you're gonna get those shots you want. It's just for a little while," he assured us.

"Perfect, fabulous." Jensen commented seething with sarcasm.

Jared stared at Jensen for a moment to let him know he was being serious. "Pack your gear up I'll have a car take you to the hotel after the show," Jared informed me before burying himself in his phone and walking off.

"Great," I mumbled. I turned to Jensen who was fuming.

"Look you don't like me, that's fine. I don't particularly care for you either, but I was hired to do a job, and the fact that you don't like me will make it oh so much easier to be your shadow and capture you." I told him.

I could hear him growl turning his head to avoid looking at me.

"You don't have to like me but I'll be damned if I let you fuck up my work," I told him.

He grunted once again before turning to walk off. I stood there unsure of what I should do next.

"You coming or what?" He called to me in the deepest annoyed voices I had ever heard. Still unsure of what to do next I grabbed my gear to follow behind him.

"Look just stay out of my way while I warm up," he told me as he sat his Starbucks cup down beside him and took his guitar. I didn't even realize I had my camera at my eye, the shutter of the camera flying at every move he made.

He warmed his voice up with vocal exercises like most musicians and I just ignored what was flowing from his vocal chords. I hadn't really listened to his music so I wasn't aware of the power he had. Even in those few warm ups I knew he was truly gifted. And the show that night showed me how much music flowed through his veins.

The screams of the crowd were almost deafening as he took the stage. He took his stance at the stage. He smiled against the microphone perfect, I got the shot. I continued to walk zooming in on his face just as he was opening his mouth to hit that first note. A chill ran down my back as the auditorium filled with his voice and the music. The cheers of the crowd in front of him grew louder than I had ever heard. He truly was gifted. And he connected to his audience. Still didn't change he was a jerk, but he did have talent.

I let myself ignore the noise around me as I continued to take pictures of him. He paused during of his songs to reach out and touch a fan in the front row. Before I missed the opportunity my finger hit the shutter button capturing the beautiful moment.

Following behind him as he walked off the stage wiping his face I sat down in the green room going through my photos I had taken. I smiled at my work.

"Can I see?" he asked. Oh man there was a question. I didn't normally let artist see their pictures before I had them uploaded. I sighed shrugging as I handed him my camera.

He started shuffling through all the pictures I had managed to take. He didn't say anything in regards to liking them or not liking them as he handed me the camera back.

"Just so you know, don't ask to look again," I informed him. He grunted almost smirking.

"That some kind of photographer rule." He quipped.

"No that's a me rule, I don't like showing off raw pictures," I told him.

"So you photoshop?" he asked taking a sip of his water.

"No, I'm worried some idiot will ruin all my creativity." I explained as I sat my camera into the carrying case. "Look I've had artist want to look at their pictures and at first I let them cause I was proud, but after some of the artists didn't like the shots they decided to take action. I've had some shit clients delete my stuff because they didn't like the light I portrayed them. So as a creative rule I just don't do it," I explained looking up at him. He was staring at me as if he and I understood each other. He broke our gaze and nodded.

"I can respect that," he murmured.