Moved

Moved to @mick-who

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[ Yup. I’ve been gone for about two months because life has been hectic (apologies for skipping out). However, now that summer has hit, I am back. (thank god). However, I wanted to start fresh with my return and so I’m no longer going to use this messy blog. I’ve moved to @mick-who, so catch me there. ]

[jagger-the-frontman-blog]

[ Yup. I’ve been gone for about two months because life has been hectic (apologies for skipping out). However, now that summer has hit, I am back. (thank god). However, I wanted to start fresh with my return and so I’m no longer going to use this messy blog. I’ve moved to @mick-who, so catch me there. ]

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Mick didn't like being denied and knew now that it was important to up his price. It couldn't hurt. Just one last offer that he knew might catch the attention of the hustler. "Alright," Mick said as he watched the young man stand away from him. "If that's not suiting your fancy, I can offer more." Mick tried to make it aware that he was very rich. Maybe the word was even an understatement, he was pretty much drowning in money. "How about this? I'll give you one thousand dollars." When Mick still didn't get anything out of him and he huffed. Mick stayed quiet for a moment just thinking. Was it really worth it to spend so much on one person? Mick could just go to a party and pick up another groupie... But no one was this man before him. He knew what he had to do. "You've left me no choice," Mick called again, "8 hundred-thousand dollars for the evening, plus an additional 2 thousand to spend the /entire/ night with me." It must have been Mick's prise that made him offer so much money up. He wasn't used to losing.

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Mick looked at the young man and grinned. "That's it, yeah?" Mick nodded before he lifted his hips and dug into his pocket to pull out his wallet. He opened the wallet and pulled out a stack of money. "I'll give you..." He trailed off as he counted the money. "Five hundred American dollars." He offered, looking at the man on the street once more. Mick raised an eyebrow awaiting his answer. Surely he would take the money, Mick thought. And if he declined this Mick could easily offer more and he would. He wasn't sure why he wanted this but he had to have it. He'd always gotten his way and he wasn't going to give up now.

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"Woman only?" Mick questioned. He was disappointed to hear that the one person he wanted basically wasn't for sale. However, Mick being Mick, he was persistent. It was in his nature to do so. He was so used to getting what he wanted that he knew he'd have to bargain to get through to the young man. Mick sat back in his seat and looked at the steering wheel in front of him, his fingers tapping along the top of it as another hand rested on the shoulder to the passanger seat. "No, no. That won't be necessary." Mick said with a shake of his head. If he was going to have anyone it would be the person he was talking to.

After a moment, Mick looked at the man again. "How much do those women usually pay you?" He asked curiously. Within that small amount of silence, he managed to come up with an idea in his mind that he hoped would work on the hustler.

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Mick had had his fair share of groupies but something about the simplicity of his lifestyle was starting to bore him. Always the same thing just a different place. He was ready for something new, something different. Earlier that day, he'd heard from a close friend about a few hustlers hanging around the streets looking for paid pleasures. Mick found his friends stories amusing, heading how easy it was to pick someone up and pay for them to do whatever you say. Mick's good friend told him of how anyone could get the street self-sellers to do absolutely anything. This definitely took Mick's interest. Even though it was illegal, it didn't matter. He was looking for trouble anyway. Besides, it wasn't exactly sex Mick was looking for. In fact, he was looking mostly for someone to keep him a little company. All of the artificial friends and parties were becoming a cycle of waste. Mick wanted someone outside of his circle. It was dangerous to go downtown and pick up a prostitute as famous as he was but the media had already made it clear what they thought of Mick and he could care less. This was his life and he always did as he pleased. Driving alone and in the blackness of the night, Mick found the street where a few drifters stood, probably waiting to sell themselves. They all seemed to perk up when Mick started to slow down so he could get a better look at them. No one had really seemed to impress him. The few women that were there looked more like they'd steal from him to get a fix rather than be interested in any communication. Just as he was about to leave, there was one face his eyes caught that made him second guess leaving empty handed. He pulled up to the curb of the sidewalk in front of the young man. Mick leaned over and rolled down the passenger window. "How much?" Mick called to the young man. There was something captivating about him. The way he looked under the pale moonlight, eyes beaming through the night. Mick wouldn't mind a casual night with the young man. @xliveslowx

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"Micky.... Oh Micky! Where's my favorite big brother?"

“Favorite? Chris isn’ here, but maybe you should give ‘im a call?”

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"Or maybe you've just go' a thing for bein' rebellious and you go after my guitarist because I say no' too." Mick quipped. Mick had to laugh at his own retort. "It has t'be tha', don' it?"

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Stage One: Calling your idol by their full name

Stage Two: Calling your idol by their first name

Stage Three: Calling your idol by their nickname

Stage Four: ‘This fucking bitch I swear to God’

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☎ Please leave a message after the tone. Beep. "Darling, I've missed you terribly. Please call me when you're in town, love. Kiss, kiss." Click.

Turning onto his bare stomach, Mick groaned. The obnoxious sounds of the telephone going off with it’s overplayed ringing awoke him from the deep sleep he hadn’t had in a while. The closest telephone was in the spare bedroom next door but it could be heard clear as day vibrating throughout the house. A hand reached to the empty space in the bed next to Mick, grabbing the extra pillow and smashing it over his head to drowned out the sound that had awoken him only seconds before. Though, truthfully, the pillow didn’t help much, Mick tried his best to fall back asleep. That was until he heard a familiar voice coming from the answering machine. Mick’s eyes shot open and he pulled the thick white pillow from over his head to get a better listen.

He’d know that voice anywhere… It was David.

Mick nearly jumped out of bed as he tried to grab the telephone on time. Stumbling and tripping over clothing that were scattered along his bedroom floor in the attempt to do so. However, it was much too late and by the time Mick had gotten to the room next door and picked up the telephone, David had hung up. Mick held the telephone between his ear and shoulder to quickly dial David’s number. It was supposed to be a surprise that Mick was back. He was going to stop by and see David, see if he was home himself, but after flying from the US back to the UK, Mick suffered from jet lag and fell asleep as soon as he’d gotten home last night.

The sound of ringing on the other line only lasted what felt like a few seconds before there was an answer. “David,” Mick smiled, voice a little raspy from having just woken up. It was truly good to hear his voice again. “’S me. I’ve jus’ gotten your message… I’ve missed you too.” That last sentence was said softly, sweetly. Mick sat down on the guest bed and shifted the phone from between his shoulder and ear to his hand. “How’ve you been? Alrigh’, yeah?”

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"I am, yeah." Mick said, looking up as if thinking what he was going to say next. "Actually... you did." Smiling, he continued, "But I needed t'get up anyway. Wouldn' want t'sleep in too late." Mick chuckled through his nose. "Are you coming over? I'd like t'see you soon." At was at this point Mick was glad that David couldn't see him. He was looking somewhat bashful following the question he'd given David. It was a rare thing - for Mick to become shy or for him to blush, but somehow David seemed to make him do both. "If you'd like me t'come t'you... I can do that too, love." He suggested carefully.

Mick knew if David did come over he'd have to clean up. How his room grew into such a mess over one night was beyond him. Though, really, it wasn't unusual; the mess. Mick was always on the go and he usually didn't have time to clean up whatever mess he made. Someone usually did the cleaning for him on the road but being home, it was him who'd have to clean. Of course, he could always get a maid but he didn't have the time for that either. Besides, he wouldn't mind cleaning if it meant David would come over. Mick awaited for David to answer, wrapping the phone cord around his index finger and looked down at the floor beneath his feet.