The Last Performance (Hybrid Chronicles Spin-off)

Beginning's - Gabriel

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Word count: 2524

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Gabriel

I take a deep breath in, looking at myself in the mirror. Looking good if I do say so myself before my show later tonight so it's looks like it's relaxing time for me.

I shrug and turn away from the star shaped mirror, covered in love letters and post it notes above my dresser near my wardrobe to the other side of the room where a plush couch is with a coffee table and I sit down, putting my feet on my coffee table and grasp the Tv remote, flicking the 120 inch on. The picture's clear and crisp like I expected.

I throw the remote down on the table, outstretch my arms on the back of the lounge and lean my head back, yawning. I still have a few hours before my show tonight on stage so what am I going to do till then other than meeting with my entourage, agent and more?

My thoughts are interrupted by hearing an annoying knock on my trailer door. "Mr Gabriel, are you in?" A voice calls. "Yeah, I'm in." I sigh, sitting up. He doesn't come in. "You can come in!" I call out and a moment later, his in, a young guy, about 19, holding my Latte. "You do know I asked for that an hour ago you know, right?" I ask.

He adjusts his glasses. "I-I'm sorry, what? I was just called and told I was hired and to come in because you guys needed someone. Apparently the person I'm standing in for got food poisoning-"

"Does it look like I care?"

"Uh..."

"Don't answer that!" I snap. "Just give me my Latte."

"Okay, then." He responds, frowning and holds my Latte out. "Thank you, finally." I answer, reaching out to take it and then I see him smirk last minute, letting go of the cup. I squeeze my eyes shut and feel a cold liquid seeping my chilling out clothes.

"Are you fucking serious?!" I growl, jumping to my feet. "Oh, was the drink cold? Well, no wonders because the person handling it. got. sick. An ambulance had to be called for her, don't you know?" He responds.

"What did you just say to me?!" I yell, pulling my drenched shirt off to show my chiselled chest. I see his eyes widen. "Yeah, you're afraid now, huh, skinny boy?" I smirk. "Hey, uh, I really should be going..." He trails off, backing away to the door and then he races out, the door slamming shut behind him.

"And don't bother coming back, you're fired!" I yell out, storming over to the mirror, holding my disgraced shirt in my hand. "Ugh." I say, letting it drop the floor. "Okay, I'm going for a shower and what-not." I murmur, walking back to the coffee table and I pick up my mobile. It's my latest one on the market that more often than not, people like me can only buy because let me tell you, it's not cheap.

I scroll through my contacts till I come to my agent. He answers a second later. "Yeah, hey, some stupid bus boy or whatever decided it would be funny to bring me a cold latte and stain my clothing.

...Yeah, I want him gone. Anyway, can you call me a limo? I feel like going to the ultra gym... Yeah, the one with the infinity pool on the rooftop. I still have hours before my performance.

Yeah, yeah, yeah - I'll be at wardrobe and make-up later. Sure, I'll meet my entourage there if they want to swing bye... Oh, cool. Why not? Send them too, tell em I'll meet us in the gym and roof-top's pool."

And then I end the call, sliding my phone into my pocket and I walk over to my cupboard, pulling out my gym bag.

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I breathe in, feeling the warm steam floating around me in the male's change-room as right outside is a sauna on a balcony, just past some exercise equipment and weights I plan to utilise. "Gabriel, are you in there?" A voice calls out. "Yeah, I'll be out in a second!" I respond, finishing doing the laces on my running shoes up and I slip a singlet over the top of my bare chest, stuff my bag in my locker and exit.