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"I know me better than anyone... because I live in here... and nobody else can." ~ { indie movie!Stacee Jaxx rp blog }

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Stacee's been moved to the main blog if anyone still wants to keep in contact with him?

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"Vacation. Going home. Time with family. Just t’name a few."

"I can do that?"

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Stacee lowered the mic within the recording booth and signalled for the music to be started. Years this had taken him, but he finally thought he had a good grounding, a good muse to fully be back in the studio again.

"I don't know where I'm going but I sure know where I've been. Hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday an' I've made up my mind. I ain't wasting no more time but, here I go again, here I go again." He sung, half-heartedly, because he just wanted to get a taste of the verse before going for broke and recording it properly.

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Fae chuckled softly to herself when the crowd gasped in astonishment to what she had just done, watching several people come around to help the unconscious woman out of the way and then bringing her gaze back up to meet the male she’s been so curious to find out about. Her head cocked to the side when he introduced himself, pondering if she had recognized that name and then she realized, “wait- you play rock don’t you?” she asked with raised eyebrows and then noticed the crowd as still hovering over them. She directed her attention towards them and then yelled, “do you want me to do the same thing as I did to her! Get a fucking move on!” and they didn’t hesitate on going their way. She looked back over at him, “never met a rockstar before.”

Crowds never split for Stacee, so he couldn't help but watch each individual as they left. "Rockstar? Yeah, that's me." It was no secret that this man had an ego, and he knew the word 'rockstar' was such a weak word to use to describe him. He was a god among men, a legend, as far as he was concerned. "If you really wanna see what I'm all about, I'm gonna play a show at this here bar in a few hours. I'm on my way back to my hotel now to get some downtime before then, but you're mot than welcome to see what you've been missing out on." Again, his hand was raised for the several singular people who were still lurking and then, he gave Fae a tip of the cowboy hat on his head. "'M sure I'll see you there." With that, he headed off on his bike and was off.

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"Good stuff, man," she said, grinning widely at him, her teeth practically sparkling. "So what brings you here?"

"Tour." He stated in an almost emotionless tone, acting as if the answer obvious. "Why else does a rock star travel?" He asked, part of him genuinely wanting to hear her answer.

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She was going to compliment him on his house, the lighting in here didnt hurt her eyes. Most places with bright bulbs made Addison get a headache and have to leave before anything really happened. She started to walk towards the couch, but fingers threaded in her hair and she stopped. Tipping her head back into those fingers, she let out a little purring noise. Her hair was her weakness; toy with it and she was putty. However, her little noise was cut short when his lips claimed hers, a surprised look on her face. Shrugging , she enjoyed the kiss and reciprocated it. After breaking it, she blinked before glancing at him. 

   ❝That was rather forward, but not unwelcomed..❞ 

"I'm Stacee Jaxx, a rock star. It's expected." After saying this, he let go of her and turned his back on her completely, to head into his large and lavish bedroom. Anyone else would have questioned as to why a girl, a complete stranger was in their house, but Stacee was used to the lack of privacy, so the invasion didn't really phase him as much as he should have. As he opened the door, he was greeted by Hey Man, the baboon that Stacee called his best friend. Without even much thought on anything, he flopped onto his bed and stared up onto the tall ceiling.

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"Are you ready Los Angeles?" Stacee stood centre stage and began to fist pump with the beat that the drums supplied. "Come on, feel the noise! Girls, rock your boys! We'll get wild, wild wild!" He sang passionately into his mic, swaying with the music.

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Basically, a lot of stuff has been going on on the main blog, so it's taken up like all of my time and right now, I'm organising it. That'll take me a while, but I do have things drafted for me to reply to when I give myself the break from copious amounts of html.

Like this for a thing for when I come back?

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"I won’t know until you tell me."

"I'm Stacee."

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Dark stained lips were drew in by pearly whites, soulless eyes staring at the design. It was interesting, and the lines were nice. Taking another step closer, her breath was fanning gently across his skin before cold lips pressed the smallest kiss to his tattoo. He sounded unsure when he answered her, but Addison didn’t want to over-think it. She’d probably change the subject in a few minutes. 

   ❝Just in case it did..❞ she explained, peering up at him. Her smirk was playful, yet her eyes held a glance a bit more dangerous. 

This tattoo was in no way new. He'd gotten it right before he catapulted into the limelight, so her actions confused him slightly, even though he accepted the gentleness of her kiss. After she pulled back from the tiny kiss, his hand rose to the back of her head and his fingers laced themselves into her long, soft, blonde hair. Starting gently, he pulled her head back and helped himself to her lips, figuring that this was what she wanted. It is what everyone else wanted from him, after all.

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"What the hell? No, ballet!"

"Now, that's a shame."

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       Fae’s eyebrows rose when their was an apparent immense crowd practically waiting outside for- who ever the hell this seemed to be! Who was he! She was about to ask another question until a random fan had practically attacked him with her lips and she scoffed how she just interrupted their conversation. “Excuse me” she said with another scoff, grabbing her by the shoulder and turning her around only to send a punch straight to her nose hard enough to knock her out cold. 

      She watched the girl go down and she dusted her hands off, looking back up at him with calm expression, “anyway like I was saying- who are you?”

As the dark haired female wrenched the blonde away from the rocker's lips, the crowd burst into a fit of screams and once the fist was thrown and the girl collapsed to the ground, there was dead silence, excluding the few people who'd come to pick the woman up and take her away. This, this was going to hit the papers and Stacee really didn't know how he was to deal with it, nor what he was going to say about this. He aldready guessed the titles on the front page within his mind; "Does Stacee Jaxx have a Girlfriend?" and "Does Rock's Loneliest Cowboy know what love is?" came to his mind and he was very much the polar opposite of being read to deal with that. With clear shck plastered on his face, he turned to Fae. "Stacee, Stacee Jaxx."

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She indeed was aware of that already, after all she was constantly updated on the rocker’s life by her slightly-obsessed brother, but she wouldn’t actually let him know that. Charlotte instead pursed her lips and played it off as if it were news to her. “Oh, yeah? Well, don’t stop believing. It’d be a shame if you quit.”

"I have no intentions of quitting." Stacee said in an almost emotionless tone. That was a half lie. Due to this lack of muse, creating new music was hard and it often left him feeling sick in the head due to the stress it gave him and that ususally ended up with him drinking more and it really was just a horrid a vicious cycle that was slowly and surely killing him.

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"Yeah, why?"

"Like a stripper?"

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"Who are you?"

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"Who am I?"