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Rock of Ages, Forever	By : knight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Def Leppard Views: 4548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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...Nick Knight, Geraint Wyn Davies. Well contain descriptions, depictions of real people. I claim no personal knowledge of these artist/actors and their sexual orientation or personal lives. I do not own rights to any of the people mentioned herein. No profit is being made.
Authors Note: All thoughts are in Italics. Blood may not be sweet to human's, but for vampire's, it very well may be.
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Rock of Ages, Forever Pt63
Nick joined them in the living room later that night. He was dressed in his causal black with slightly puffed sleeves, half the buttons down the front were undone, exposing his chest. Snug fitting black tailored trousers swept down his legs to the black boots on his feet. His slightly damp, unruly blond hair shined in the light. Except for the black, modern boots, Nick looked every part of a man from the middle ages.
Joe noticed Sav watching his every move, as Nick made his way around the room to pour himself something to drink. He didn't need anyone to tell him what that look meant.
Nick glanced up at Sav and brought the bottle over to refill his glass. He caught Sav's eyes and saw the desire in them, enough to cause Nick to briefly catch his breath. He finished pouring the blood wine into his glass, then taking the bottle with him back to the bar to place in the small frig underneath. He settled himself a short distance away from him and listened to the light talk from the others. It wasn't long after that, that the doorbell rang, interrupting them. Nick excused himself to answer it, already knowing who it was.
“Robert,” Nick began. “It’s good of you to come on such short notice.”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world Nick.”
“Come, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”
Robert followed Nick into the room and introductions were made.
“Shall we adjourn to the dinning hall?” Nick asked.
“What’s up with him Sav, he’s being …to polite?” Rick whispered in his ear as he came up beside him. Sav only shrugged his shoulders.
Once everyone was settled in their seats, Nick motioned for the waiter and he brought over two wine bottles for his approval. Nick nodded his head and John poured Nicks into his glass and then Sav’s, who was to his right. Placing the bottle in ice, he proceed to pour everyone else’s.
“This is the first time in awhile that we have all sat down to dinner.” Nick commented.
“It’s kind of hard since we’re all on different schedules.” Joe said.
Nick raised his eyes brow. “Perhaps, but those schedules could be changed, Mr. Elliott.”
“You know Nick.” Joe started. “We’ve know each other long enough to get on a first name bases. Mr. Elliott is my father.”
“Very well, if you would fell more comfortable.” Nick said and once again motioned for John, who disappeared into the kitchen and brought a tray with the first of four dishes. Sitting the bowls in front of each person.
“What is this?” Phil asked.
“Rest assured Mr…Phil, that it is safe for you and Rick to eat. My staff are well aware that you both are vegetarian and will be served accordingly.”
Nick picked up his spoon and tasted the soup. “Actually I think you’ll like it, comes from India.”
They all stared at him because he was eating it.
“And no, it is not blood, well maybe a little, but not enough for you to taste.” Nick told them. He knew what they were going to ask. “The animal did not die.”
Vivian was the first one to taste it. “Hey not bad.”
Sav swirled his around in his bowl unsure about trying it. Nick glanced at him. “It will agree with you, it’s one of the few things we can tolerate.”
“Easy for you to say, your stomach is tougher than mine.” Sav told him and pushed his bowl away in disgust, then drained his glass. Nick reached around and quickly refilled it.
“So Nick.” Rick began. “What’s the occasion for this dinner?”
“A some what get to know each one of you better.”
“Or a bragging party.” Joe commented.
“You could call it that way Mr. Elliott,” Nick smiled. “If you like, but no it’s not. In my eight hundred years and before, I am use to the finer things in life.”
“What do you mean before?” Phil asked.
“Before I became immortal I was the lord of my place of birth.”
“A lord?” Phil shot his brows up in question.
“Yes, after my father died and I returned from the Crusades, I took over the running of de Brabant Castle and lands.” Nick informed them.
“You lived in a castle.”
“It was quite large, even for those times.”
“Where was it?” Vivian spoke up with interest.
“In Wales. I still own most of the lands, but the castle has since fallen in ruin.” Nick said and signal John. He quickly removed the bowls and returned a short time later with the next course. Small salads were placed in front of every one.
“Thanks for the history lesson Nick, but when are you going to get to the real reason we’re here?” Joe said sarcasm touching his voice.
“In time Mr. Elliott.” Nick smiled again. “Joe.”
Joe didn’t return his smile.
“But, I will mention the Foundation Ball next week for those who don’t know. We always have live entertainment and you’re slated to play.”
“I told him we hadn’t played together in a while.” Joe reminded him, but glanced around at everyone. "Not like that anyway."
“It’s like riding a bicycle, you don’t forget.” Nick told him.
“You probably don’t know how to ride a bicycle.” Joe sneered.
Phil covered his mouth before he laughed.
“How many people will be here?” Vivian asked steering the conversation away from bicycles.
“I’m not really sure yet, probably around thousand or more. Once word gets out who will be performing, the list is likely grow.” Nick said.
“I should charge for a cover charge.” Joe replied smartly.
“There will be, but it will be donations for the foundation.” Nick told him.
“Then I won’t play. We usually get paid for that.” Joe told him.
“You will Mr. Elliott.” Nick said and poured the last of the blood wine into Sav’s glass. Another full bottle replaced it.
“And what should we expect of the guest?” Joe asked. “We won’t have to worry about being taking back to a room to perform privately for them?”
Sav shot him a heated glare and a smirk appeared on Nick’s face at his remark. Nick motioned for the table to be cleared, he ignored Joe’s question.
Wine glasses were refilled and dessert was severed. The talk around the table finally went in the direction of what they were to play for that night. Nick sat back and listened to them, making only small comments or suggestion, to which Joe quickly turned down.
“How long do we play?” Vivian asked.
“As long as you like too as many times as you want.” Nick told them. “The night usually stretches well into the morning for some.”
“For your other friends I’m sure.” Joe commented.
“Actually, there will be many of those other friends present.” Nick them. "They are very generous in donating money when it comes to the Foundation. Mortals may be our lively hood, but we do like to support them."
“I’ll be sure to wear a scarf around my neck.”
“That will not be necessary, Mr. Elliott, there are other places to take ones blood.” Nick reminded him. “Did I mention this was a very formal party.”
“No.” Rick said.
“We didn’t bring our tuxedo’s.” Joe shot back.
“I don’t own one.” Rick told them.
“There is plenty of time to have you all fitted for those.”
“Not me. I don’t play in a tuxedo and I will wear what I choose.” Joe replied.
“Then you will be sorely out of place, Mr. Elliott.”
“No more than you at this table, Nick.” Joe emphasized his words.
“Gentlemen please.” Robert spoke up for the first time that night.
“I do so like our sparing matches Joe,” Nick smiled. “Perhaps you could join me in swords one evening.”
“It would be my pleasure, Nick.”
“Then I shall look forward to it.”
“And beat you at your own game.” Joe said heatedly.
“You’ve practiced at the duel?” Nick asked.
“Lot’s of it, with the fans.” Joe told him.
“That remains to be seen.” Nick said smugly.
They glared at one another, neither one looking away.
“Enough!” Sav yelled, slamming his fist down on the table, startling everyone. Nick watched him a moment before he turned to Robert.
“Yes...enough of this.” Nick said and turned to the others. “There is another reason for this dinner. Robert, if you please.”
Reaching under the table, Robert pulled out his brief case and opened it. Taking a large stack of papers, he got up from the table and passed them out.
“What Robert is passing out to you, are your new contract’s with your record company.” Nick said.
“New contract?” Rick said puzzled.
“Yes, as some of you already know, I bought out both companies recently. You will still deal with the same people as you have before. No one lost their job as a result of the buy out.”
“I don’t understand?” Phil asked.
“It’s simple Mr. Collen. I’m the sole owner of the record label, management company and anything else that fell under the table.”
“Does that include our own personal record label.” Joe asked.
“No, that still belongs to you.” Nick told them. “You started that when you had nothing and it’s rightful yours.”
“How gracious of you.” Joe remarked.
Nick ignored his comment. “Nothing in your previous contract has changed, except one thing. If you’ll turn to page eight and read paragraph four on the percentage you will get from records sales, merchandise, etc.”
A rustle of papers could be heard as everyone turned to the correct page and read what Nick had indicated.
“Uh…Nick, I think there is a mistake here?” Phil said.
“What might that be Mr. Collen?”
“The percentage is wrong. It says here we get eighty percent of all grossing monies from all sales.”
“You read correctly, there is no mistake.” Nick told them. “I believe your previous contract read that you were getting forty. I had new contracts drawn up for everyone that was signed under the label. Some received the same or more than they were getting.”
Everyone continued to read as Nick told them about the few changes he has made in the last six months.
“As I said before, no one lost their jobs, a few received a pay raise, more benefits for families, the full use of the de Brabant Foundation if any is needed. I’ve had ten new studios built around the world, exclusively for the record companies use. That way you don’t have to spend millions of dollars and wasting time trying to find a studio that is available. Several million dollars will be spent on new equipment for touring. And I believe...” Nick looked at Robert. “...that the paper work is in motion for fifteen jets to be purchased for those that on go tour and fifteen new state of the art tour buses.”
Rick whistled under his breath. “Where were you twenty years ago?”
“I believe I was in the south France at the time, staying at my villa there.”
“So if we sign these you become our boss?” Vivian asked.
“No, you are your own boss. You can tell the promotional team, no, that is not the single that should be released first, or no, we won’t play there or what ever. You have more control over your career than you had in the past. I seem to recall that your last album didn’t do well because of lack of promotion.”
“No. it didn’t.” Vivian said.
“Any questions gentlemen?” Nick asked.
“Yeah.” Joe spoke up. “What’s in it for you?”
“Nothing.” Nick said quickly.
“I don’t believe that.” Joe snorted.
“I’m gaining nothing nor losing nothing, Mr. Elliott. Whatever money I make from my percentage goes into the Foundation. Of that, about 5% into my personal account.”
“So you just come in and drop a couple billon dollars and want nothing in return.”
“There are certain aspects that I will control. If a band goes out and completely destroys a hotel, bus, plane while they are using them, it comes out of their earnings, not mine. Get arrested for what ever, they pay the bail. I have told the others that have signed their contracts, that I do not tolerate the use of drugs of any kind, except...”
“Since when?” Joe quickly cut him off. “I definitely remembering you using drugs on Sav not to long ago. I guess that doesn't apply to you.”
“That has already been discussed between us Mr. Elliott.” Nick stared him down again and finally looking away first. “As I was saying...the use of drugs that are not prescribed by a doctor could result in breach of contract. First offense is a warning, that they seek help on their own. The second offense they have to agree to check into The Foundation for help. The third offense, that individual is dropped from the label.”
“That’s kind of harsh don’t you think?” Rick asked.
“No, in order to make the best out of your career, that is how you have to play it. You learned that same lesson in yours, did you not.”
“Yeah maybe you're right, but there are some that do drugs and you can’t stop them from using.” Rick told him.
“Then they will have to find another company. That is outlined on page twelve paragraph’s two thru ten.”
“If that individual is in a band, it effects all of them. We know that from personal experience.”
“Yes you have, Mr. Allen, with Steve Clark. Talent such as Steve had, is a waste, not only for your time and effort, but everyone involved. That's why the three ultimatums are in the contract.”
“What if the records sales are extremely low for someone?” Phil said.
“That is not a reason to drop them from the label. Their next album could sell millions, as yours' will. I have already mentioned to Sav and Joe, that promotion is already underway for the release of this album. Pressing will began in four weeks, with distribution to the radio station in two and too stores in three.”
“Four weeks.” Phil said doubtfully.
“He has every confidence that we will be finished.” Joe quoted him.
“Then you know nothing about our pass attempts in trying to release our record on time.” Rick informed him.
“That is the past Mr. Allen. As I understand it, you only have four more tracks to put down?”
“Yeah, but we have been know to completely scarp everything and start over or take two months on those four that are left.” Rick told him.
“Once again, I have every confidence in you to finish ahead of the pressing date. I’m not the one that will be disappointed if the album is not on the selves at the scheduled date of arrival, your fans will be.”
“Getting back to another question.” Joe looked at him across the table. “You said that you aren't getting anything out of this?”
“That's correct.” Nick replied.
“What about Sav? Isn't this another way of keeping him close to you?”
Nick's face remained expressionless. “No, Mr. Elliott, it is not.”
Joe didn't believe him, but didn't say anything. Tearing his steady gaze from Nick, he looked to Sav, who was staring down at his contract.
“Any more question gentlemen?” Nick finally asked.
“We need time to discuss this in private, Nick.” Sav told him softly.
“Of course. But I would like an answer tonight before we retire.”
“That’s not a lot of time.” Phil said.
“The smug sonofabitch has us right where he wants us Phil or haven’t you noticed?” Joe said glaring at Nick. ”What choice do we have? Sign these or go out on our own and I personal don’t have the money for that.”
“Well, I’ll leave you too discuss this between yourself’s.” Nick said and rose from the table. “Robert join me in the Library.”
Once Nick and Robert had left the room, Vivian spoke up first. “Can you believe this?”
Joe looked over at Sav. “Did you know any thing about this Sav?”
“No, nothing.” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Oh come on,” Joe said angrily. “He must have given you hints or something.”
“He didn’t say anything to me Joe. Nothing, no letter, no papers laying around for me to see nothing.”
“Can’t you sense him, read his mind or something like that?” Phil asked.
“I keep him block out most of the time. He’s in my life enough already, I don’t want him invading my mind no more than I have too.” Sav told them.
Read read more of the contract, then said, “It’s not a bad offer.”
Vivian was nodding his head, as he too looked closer at the contract, “I agree.”
“If we sign these contracts, Nick will be in our lives for a long time.” Joe tried to reason with them. “And I personally don’t want him to be in mine.”
“Well, were kind of stuck there anyway right. Considering his relationship with Sav, even if we didn’t sign and went to another label, he would still be there. He would just follow him.” Rick commented.
“That's what I was thinking.” Joe said flipping through the contract.
“Thanks guys.” Sav said angrily. He shoved his contract towards Joe and pushed his chair back nosily and was about to leave the room when Joe stopped him.
“That’s not what we meant Sav.”
“That’s exactly what you meant, as long as I’m here, Nick will be too.”
“Then get rid of him.” Joe said.
“How am I supposed to do that, everything I’ve tried has failed.”
“Tell him to leave.” Rick put in.
“I have many times, and that didn’t work either. You do what you have to Joe.”
“What are you talking about Sav?” Joe asked.
“I quit, it’s that simple.” he told them and went to leave the room.
“How many more times are you going to threaten to quit?” Joe said loudly.
“None, this is the last time.” Sav called over his shoulder.
“Sav wait a minute!” Joe yelled. “Damnit, why does he do this?”
“You know that’s what it sounded like to me.” Phil began, looking around at the others. “You’re right, Nick will always be here as long as Sav is. But do you really want him to leave? Nick doesn’t seem to be as bad as he was a year ago, some where, some how he changed.”
“I don’t know where you got that idea from Phil, but he hasn’t changed, just knows how to hide it. This falls into the game that Sav told us about. Nick knows that he will never leave the band and this is his way of staying close to him. What our parts are, I haven’t figured that out yet.”
“Why we haven’t forced him out before this is beyond me.” Rick said.
“It’s called brotherly love.” Phil said chuckling.
“As long as that brotherly love stays in Sav’s bed, I’ll sign.” Vivian chuckled.
“So will I.” Rick followed Vivian in signing their contract.
“What about it Joe?” Phil said looking at him. “You always told us and everyone, that it was always about the music and not one person.”
“I know what I said Phil. It’s just that if we sign these papers, Nick will always be in the back ground, just waiting for the opportunity to…”
“To do what?” Vivian asked.
“I don’t know.” Joe said in expirations and threw up his hands.
“I like what Nick said earlier about your sparing matches, they are fun to watch and listen too.” Phil smiled.
Joe picked up his pen and turned to the pages he had to sign. “I guess there will a lot more of those in the future.” And with a flourish, he signed the last page.
Phil picked up Sav’s contract and handed it to Joe. “Now go convince him we want him to stay.”
“Why me?” Joe exclaimed.
“Because he will listen to you.” Phil told him with a cheeky grin.
“Our friendship is still on shaky ground.” Joe told them.
“Then find some glue on your way.”
“Funny Viv.” Joe smiled and snatched the papers from Phil.
The only place that Joe could think of to look for Sav was the balcony off his bedroom. Sure enough, that’s where he was, sipping his blood wine and staring off in the distance. Joe boldly walked out and shoved the papers and pen in his face.
“Sign it.”
Sav looked up at him, then back out at the fields. “Why?” he replied softly.
“We want you to stay and if you took what Rick and I said wrong then th…”
“You don’t want me in your life, Joe, remember.” Sav shot back. “Or Nick.”
“Then I’ll just have to get over him being there, won’t I.”
“What about…”
“We never wanted you to leave in the first place, you’re the one that kept doing that.”
Sav whipped his head around to stare up at him, “Give me one good reason why I should.”
“Because you want to, because you love the music and you love us.” Joe said.
“That’s three.” Sav hissed.
“Sign the damn papers.” Joe said and dropped them in his lap.
Picking up the pen, he hesitated.
“What do I need to do, hit you in the head?” Joe asked.
Sav tilted is head enough to stare back up at him, then smiled, “Kiss me.”
Before Sav could turn his head, Joe grabbed each side of his face with his hand and bent down, kissing him full on the lips. Sav was completely caught of guard by his action.
Pulling away, Joe pointed at the papers, “Sign.”
“Can I have another kiss first, maybe with a little ton…” Sav asked him smiling again.
“No, now sign the papers.” Joe told him firmly.
Sav quickly flipped through the contract and signed on the dotted lines and handed them back to Joe. “Happy.”
“I hate your mood swings.”
Joe took the papers and smiled at him. “With some tongue Sav, can’t you be a little more original.”
“Sure, let me take you to bed and I can be very original.”
Joe laughed at him. “I’ll see you in the studio tomorrow night.”
With that Joe left him to sit alone. 'There may be hope in that direction after all.' Sav thought to himself.
Joe went back downstairs and met everyone back in the dinning room. Nick and Robert had rejoined them. Joe slid the contract down to Nick. “It’s signed.” Was all he said and went back out of the room.
Nick was surprised at the connection he still had with Sav, even after the last episode they had. “Well gentlemen, it’s been a long night and I look forward to a better future for each and every one of you.” Handing the contracts to Robert, he waited for the others to leave the dining room, heading off in other parts of the mansion. Nick walked Robert to the door and bid him a good night, telling each other that they would see one another next week at the Ball.
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