~Alex~

There was something lulling, something comforting about the stale scent of alcohol and smoke that wafted around the bar as Alex's eyes fixed on the stage, his stage as far as he was concerned. He'd been preforming there ever since he had turned the mere age of 18 years old and he loved it. Maybe the town was small and he probably could've been trying bigger places, more exposed places that would soon give him what he truly wanted; a record deal.

From the smallest age of 10, he always preached that he would one day be famous, that he would one day he'd see to it that he would make his parents proud. But dreams of course were only ever just wishful thinking, that was what his dad always seemed to point out anyway. Though, that never hindered Alex's hopes, never stopped him from actually trying to persue it.

His hazel eyes were glazed over with a sort of excitement, because tonight? Tonight he was being filmed, tonight he was being put out there for all the big lable producers. And tonight he would become a star, whether he knew it or not.

"Lex! My man!" Zack slurred, slapping Alex hard on the back, causing him to choke on his water, eyes narrowing at the other man. How could he be drunk so early? They'd barely been there even 30 minutes, and the bar itself hadn't even been open 20.

"Shit, don't call me Lex, man." Alex retorted, shoving Zack away before moving towards that stage. His hands automatically went to his hair as his eyes flickered to the people filing into the bar. They were all just passing through and he knew that well enough. Because people that lived in his town didn't show up until late, people from the town didn't show up until they heard Alex play.

"Hey guys, you all ready?" he called, leaning with the mic, earning a bit of grumbles, but thats only because the night had only just started

~Jack~

Another day, thats all it was for Jack Barakat, another day that just seemed to drag on and on. His manager was riding his ass all because he hadn't gotten out a new song yet. Jack, for a lack of better words, was a bit too full of himself. It was all about Jack or about nothing at all as far as he was concerned Though, it really wasn't and the record lable would've dropped him had they been able to find someone better.

But the fans? The fans believed that he was the most down to earth man that could've ever lived.

His eyes slid closed as he lounged back on his leather sofa, arm covering his eyes as his head pounded away like a drum. The hangover from that morning seemed to still cling to him, suck him dry until he was a dry heaving mess, "God damn it all." he muttered, even his own voice seeming too loud to his own ears.

"Maybe you shouldn't have drank so much the other night, never before have I seen a man consume so much llegar." came a voice that announced the presence of Jack's on again off again girlfriend Lora. As of then? They were still on, so much that Jack entrusted her with a key to his home, not that it would last long enough for her to get used to it.

"Shut it, Lo." he grunted, rolling so he could press his face against the cool leather of the sofa, a hiss escaping him slowly. "Get me an asprin?"

"You're an ass, Jack Barakat, you know that?" she seethed, but there was just that smile in her voice, that smile that Jack really didn't seem to deserve sometimes or most of the time even. Her nimble hands slipped him a glass of water and the pill.

"Yeah, well, you still stick around, don't you?" his voice held certain malace to it when he spoke, something about him not even caring if he upset her, though she had delt with him long enough that nothing ever effected her anymore.

"Yeah, I do." she drew her hands back and made her face twist up a bit.

Yeah, Jack Barakat was a selfish asshole.

Notes

I'm sorry its a bit short, but review, should I continue?