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Another Version of Love	By : PureBlack Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Nine Inch Nails Views: 2006 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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ANOTHER VERSION OF LOVE

-CHAPTER ONE-

BETA: Medusa
INFO: www. Livejournal.com/users/Draycious
WARNINGS: Sex, language. Mentions of drugs and use of alcohol. Slash

Touring with a band could be the best thing in the world, but it could also be the worst. Such things as stress, boredom, drugs, alcohol and simply partying too much and sleeping too little tended to make the touring less fun. Everyone gets moody and touchy which leads to conflict over ridiculous things.

Jeordie White, formerly known as Twiggy Ramirez from Marilyn Manson knew all about this. Having spent so many years in different bands on the road made it nothing knew or exciting for him, yet he kept on doing it.

He was currently a member in the band Nine Inch Nails and they were doing their last couple of shows in Europe for the 2007 tour.

Jeordie sighed deeply as he was sitting on the bed in yet another boring hotel room. The rooms were all the same really; sparsely decorated and vacant of anything personal, great for a quick fuck but boring in the long run.

He zapped thought the channels on the TV but nothing in particular caught his interest. With yet another deep sigh he gave up and threw the remote away further down the bed. Earlier Aaron North had asked him if he wanted to go out with the rest of the crew but at the time he had said no. Now he truly regretted his decision. He was going out of his mind in this room.

Since it was almost the end of the tour everyone had decided to brighten their moods with a bit of clubbing, even Trent Reznor himself had gone with Aaron and that was saying something.

Jeordie got out of the bed. Perhaps he could meet up with them now? Looking down at his dirty jeans and stinky T-shirt he decided a shower and a change of clothes was necessary before heading out.

As he stripped out of his clothes he briefly wondered if everyone but Trent were already pissed out of their minds. Three hours had passed since they had left the hotel and it was now one o’clock in the morning. In other words the others had started early.

After throwing his T-shirt on the floor he got inside the shower and turned it on. He gasped as cold drops of water hit him. Hurriedly he changed the temperature to a more suitable one. He showered quickly before getting dressed. He chose medium dark jeans and a simple stripped black and green sweater. Looking at himself in the mirror he figured he looked good without anything extra. With an amused smile he thought back at the time when he would take hours getting ready for something. Back in the days when he still was Twiggy heavy make up and alternative clothes had been a must. It was… nice, he thought lamely. Now days he preferred to be himself. Sure, Twiggy had been a part of him, but that persona had totally taken over everything else and as the years passed by he realised it was time to bring out the true Jeordie White.

He mentally shook himself free from all the unpredicted thoughts that popped up unannounced and focused on the present. After quickly combing his hair and putting on his sneakers he was ready to go, only, he didn’t know where to. Picking up his cell phone he dialed Aaron’s number and prayed the other would pick up.

Many signals went thought and he was just about to give up when Aaron finally answered.

“…” Jeordie waited patiently as Aaron fumbled with the phone and created nasty scrapping and rustling sounds in his ear. “Aaron!” Aaron finally screamed in the phone. Jeordie winced and put it on an arms length. Loud music was blasting in the background and he could barely hear Aaron.

“Aaron, it’s Jeordie,” he yelled but doubted Aaron would actually hear him. His suspicion was confirmed seconds later.

“WHAT?” Aaron was probably too drunk to read on the screen it was him.

“It’s Jeordie…”

“Who?” Aaron interrupted.

“It’s Jeordie… oh fuck it,” he sighed. “It’s TWIGGY!” he screamed loudly. The name was usually easier to hear in a crowdy place than the softer name Jeordie. “Where are you?” he asked.

“…” Aaron said something but he couldn’t quite understand it. He only heard bits and pieces and didn’t know what to make out of it. He said something about a club at least.

“Aaron!” he yelled. His band mate was obviously very drunk at the moment, which made him hesitate. Perhaps he had made the right decision after all? He took a quick look around the room and decided, no, he had to get the fuck out of there. He tried one more to get the name of the place out of Aaron but soon gave up and hung up when Aaron began to sing in chorus with some other voices he didn’t recognize.

Determined not to let this little setback ruin his plans he dialed Trent Reznor’s number, which in retrospect, he should have done in the first place. Trent was probably the only one who was, not sane enough; he wouldn’t vote for that, but at least he was the only one sober right now. Apart from himself that is.

Trent answered surprisingly fast; he must have had the phone in his hand or something.

“Trent,” he said curtly.

“Ya, it’s Jeordie. Where are you?” He could still hear music and voices in the background but it wasn’t as loud as it had been when he talked to Aaron. The music also seemed kind of distant when he thought about it.

“Um, I’m in the gents,” Trent said and Jeordie rolled his eyes.

“Oh, good for you!” he said. “Now can you tell me where you’re at?” he asked. He could imagine the half smile on Trent’s face. For some reason the man liked to fuck with him unless he was specific with his questions. There was a slight pause before Trent answered.

“Uh, you know… I’m not that good with names and places so… I have no idea where I’m at. All I know is that it’s close to the hotel,” he finally answered and Jeordie groaned in frustration.

“Well fuck.” he swore.

“What’s wrong?” Trent asked immediately. Was he hallucinating or did Trent actually sound concerned? He shrugged it off.

“I want to get out of here. The room is driving me crazy and there is nothing to do!” he complained. Trent laughed his voice husky.

“I hear you. Listen, meet me down in the lobby in… let’s say five minutes. I need to get out of here and get some air anyway.” Jeordie certainly didn’t expect that. Was Trent playing nice all of a sudden? He must be in a good mood!

“Uh, sure.”

“Good. See you then,” Trent said and hung up. Still in disbelief Jeordie gathered his stuff (mainly his credit card and ID) and went outside. After making sure the door was locked, so no groupies could make their way inside he took the elevator down to the lobby. Well, you never know, he thought as he toyed with the key-card to his room. He’d rather not have any of his stuff taken as a “souvenir”. Bullshit, he called it “stolen.”

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Ten minutes later Trent arrived. Jeordie didn’t think it would be worth it to mention he was late. The last thing he needed was for Trent to throw a hissy-fit or get in one of his infamous “moods.” Surprisingly Trent brought it up himself.

“Sorry I’m late. I took off in the wrong direction outside the club,” he threw out as an offhand greeting. He looked a bit embarrassed and Jeordie couldn’t keep a smile from breaking out.

“Yeah? Well let’s hope you don’t do it again. I want to get there as soon as possible.” Trent snorted but led the way outside the hotel.

“Trust me; you don’t,” he said wryly over his shoulder. He raised his eyebrows in question.

“No? Why, have they all passed out?” he asked lazily even if he didn’t truly believe it.

“I wish,” Trent said dryly as they began walking down the street. Even if Jeordie was intrigued by Trent’s cryptic answers he paid close attention to his surroundings. A lot of people were outdoors and in motion. It seemed like a perfect night out even if Trent’s mood seemed to have dampened somewhat since they last spoke on the phone.

“Why, what are they doing?” he asked again to keep the conversation floating before Trent worked himself down in a depression or something. That man thought too much for his own good.

“Singing… and dancing.” Trent said all of this in a neutral voice but then he added the bit that bothered him most. “They’re trying to make me join them,” Trent almost hissed. Ah, so that’s why he wanted to escape the club, Jeordie thought as he bit his tongue to refrain from laughing. Trent had never been much of a dancer and he was quite lousy at it too as Trent’s fans liked to point out. “but he’s lousy in an adorable kind of way,” Jeordie remembered hearing from somewhere. Back in the days when Trent used to get drunk and high like the rest of them he sometimes danced together with everybody else but now he rarely did. It’s funny, Jeordie thought. In many ways he is more relaxed and easy going since he quit the drugs and yet… he trailed off and looked at Trent who happened to catch his look.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Jeordie murmured. Trent gave him a perplex look but he ignored it. He didn’t particularly feel like explaining himself and he had a feeling Trent wouldn’t appreciate his opinions on his dancing skills.

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Jeordie realised they were almost there. He didn’t really need Trent to lead the way anymore. The club was loud and noisy so he could both hear and see it right now. A lot of people were gathered on the outside, either standing in line to get in or simply to cool down. He imagined it was hot like a sauna in there. Trent and he walked right past them all to the VIP entrance. Trent murmured something to the security guard and they were let in.

“Are you going to drink?” Trent asked him in a slightly louder voice since the noise got louder the further inside they went. He nodded slightly. Yes, a drink would be nice, he decided. He thought he saw a flash of disappointment in Trent’s face but the next second it was gone so he figured he must have imagined it.

Trent led him to a table which everyone had as their “base”, meaning that every once in a while someone of their crew would drop in, either to rest after dancing, to get something to drink or simply sit and chat. Whenever Trent was with them he was usually the one sitting at the table all night. Most of the time he sat there alone. Jeordie couldn’t imagine why Trent chose to spend his evening like that. Why didn’t he participate in the dancing or something else? He didn’t believe it was much fun sitting at a table all night, dead sober and with no one to talk to. Still, it was Trent’s own choice so he didn’t care much. He just thought it odd, that’s all.

Trent sat down but he himself remained standing next to the table as he took in his surroundings. The building consisted of two floors, and he could see Alessandro Cortini clearly up on the second floor’s balcony. It took him quite awhile to detect Aaron but he finally saw him surrounded by a group of both girls and boys out on the dance floor quite close to himself. He shook his head. He didn’t know how but Aaron always managed to get himself in the middle of everything.

Looking back at Trent he found the man staring at him in question. He leaned in over the table so they could talk.

“I’m going to the bar, do you want anything?” he yelled in Trent’s ear.

“A whole bottle of vodka!” Trent yelled back and Jeordie raised his eyebrows What? he thought.

“I’m just kidding! Bring me a glass of ice water.” Jeordie nodded and made his way thought all the people until he reached the bar. No one seemed to recognize him and that suited him just fine. He didn’t want to deal with any fans tonight.

At the bar he ordered six shot of Tequila for himself that he drowned quickly in a row. Normally he wouldn’t do something like this on his own but tonight was different. He didn’t know how or why it was different; it was just a feeling he had. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. The only thing he did know was that he wanted to get drunk and remain that way throughout the night.

He had to wait a few minutes until the bartender had time to hear his next request. Things were really busy tonight.

“Vodka lime and one ice water. Make the drink strong,” he ordered and fished up his credit card from his jeans pocket. He leaned against the counter on his arm bows as he waited. Trent must truly trust me, he thought. Trent had become a bit paranoid about his drinks since he got clean and didn’t trust nearly anyone with his glass. Once everything was paid for he made his way back to Trent.

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“What took you so long?” Trent asked him and he shrugged. Suddenly he didn’t feel like telling anyone about his private Tequila race. He was already feeling the effect of the alcohol. It probably had something to do with him not eating much today. He had only eaten an apple for lunch and that was about it, meaning he would get pissed easily and feel violently ill tomorrow. Oh well, tomorrow is another day, he thought and drank some more of his drink.

His eyes scanned the floor curiously. He wanted to know what kind of people it was circulating out tonight. He saw many beautiful girls and boys. They all dressed differently from each other. Some were dressed in something daring while others preferred to dress in something more discreet.

The music the DJ played was very varying as well. So far he had heard a few rock classics, some new dance and house hits and quite a few alternative songs and remixes. All in all it seemed like a good place to be. As he looked around he managed to make eye contact with Aaron who waved and beckoned him over. He nodded his head slightly. Aaron probably didn’t see him do so but it didn’t matter. Judging by Aaron’s stumbling show out on the floor he had probably already forgotten he was there. Either way Jeordie gulped down the remains of his drink and stood up.

“Hey, where are you going?” Trent asked him and he startled. He had almost forgotten Trent was there. Trent was pretty much on his own all the time. He had isolated himself from the others and didn’t even share the same dressing room as them any longer. Jeordie believed the NIN fans thought Trent sat around and chatted away merrily with his band all the time but they were wrong. Trent almost never did. He preferred to be alone or something like that. Dude’s got social phobia, Jeordie thought.

He looked at Trent and found himself being stared at again. Feeling the alcohol in his system he waved his hand lazily as if that explained everything.

“Um, I’m going to dance for a while,” he said vaguely. He certainly didn’t want to sit around with Trent all night long. The man was no fun no longer. Without waiting for a reply he left Trent and set course towards Aaron.

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“Jeordie!” Aaron yelled and threw a clumsy drunken arm over his shoulder in greeting as he arrived. He had to fight to keep his balance as Aaron’s weight came crashing into his side. Holding Aaron upright didn’t prove to be so hard once he had his feet planted firmly on the floor. He fired of a shit-eating grin towards the other people he didn’t know.

“Hi!” ye yelled and drew back in surprise as he felt Aaron place a wet sloppy kiss on his cheek.

He immediately narrowed his eyes. “Hey, watch it!” he threatened jokingly but Aaron was already trying to make presentation for him to the others and he made a half assed job of it too.

“This is… um,… Jeordie, er, White. Like the color and…. Uh, he’s also… TWIGGY! That is… what was I talking about?” he suddenly asked and looked around him like it was the first time he really saw the place. Jeordie broke out in an explosive laugh that spread among the others. Soon they were all laughing but Aaron who looked adoringly clueless as he kept looking from one to another.

Despite the disastrous presentation Jeordie managed to learn all their names. There were four women and two men. Neither of them seemed to be particularly interesting people but he supposed it was better than nothing and since he was wasted by now he hardly cared who the hell he spoke to.

They danced together as a group and laughed at silly things or at each others dance moves, sometimes they laughed without really knowing why, blame it on the alcohol! After a while Jeordie got thirsty and he left for the drinking hole. With him he had one of the girls: Anne.

“What do you want?” he asked her when they were at the bar. She was glued to his side but he didn’t mind. Looking at her he supposed she was attractive with her brown hair and blue eyes but he still didn’t think she was any special.

“An Cosmopolitan,” she answered and he grimaced at the bad choice.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “Or else I thought we could have a Tequila race…” he said and trailed off. He asked since he really wanted to get drunk, even more so than he was now. He had thought he was past this kind of behaviour but apparently that wasn’t the case. Or maybe he just had some kind of temporary relapse or something. She seemed to think things over before finally nodding. He smiled brightly at her and she returned it. He squeezed her slightly to him as he caught the bartenders’ attention.

“Double Six Tequilas,” he said. The bartender simply nodded and brought them the goods. “Are you ready?” he asked her as he picked up his lemon slice. She nodded. “In position!” he joked and when she looked ready he said: “Ready, set, go! She drowned each glass surprisingly fast and he actually found himself loosing.

“Yeah! I beat your ass!” she yelled and jumped up and down while laughing.. He pretended to pout and she hugged him. Before he knew it they were kissing. Despite his initial surprise he drew her closer to his body and deepened the kiss. It soon turned hot and feverish and he wouldn’t mind fucking her or someone else… if only the world would stop spinning! He broke the kiss and clutched his head when the world took a particular turn.

“Shit,” he murmured.

“What’s going on?” a voice asked. He supposed it was the girl but he didn’t know for sure.

“I need to sit down,” he thought he heard himself saying, and sure enough, soon he was being led to a table. He took a couple of minutes to get his shit together until everything felt fine again. By now the girl had abandoned him but he hardly cared. He’d find someone else if only he wanted to. He staggered away from the table and began his unstable walk towards the dance floor. He idly wondered if he looked like Aaron had done earlier when he toppled over and had to support himself on all fours until he got up again. Those last Tequila glasses hadn’t exactly been tiny and the drink earlier had been mixed more than two thirds, why else would he get drunk so fast? Then he remembered that he hadn’t eaten and let the “mystery” go.

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He made his way though the dancing bodies and at one point he thought he felt someone pinch his ass but he wasn’t sure. He might have imagined it. He looked around him with bleary, unfocused eyes to see if there was anyone interesting to dance with but since he didn’t see anyone he continued up to the second floor. He had to struggle with the stairs and he lost his balance twice but after a lot of cursing and a few bruises that he wouldn’t remember how they come to be there in the morning he finally made it to the top. He realised they played a different kind of music up here but he couldn’t tell what it was.

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Somehow, much later, he found himself in a corner dry humping a girl... or perhaps only a few minutes had passed since he got there? Hell, he didn’t even remember how he met her! He stopped humping and fumbled with the bottom to her jeans. He wriggled his hand inside and started to please her. They were in plain sight to everyone but his mind didn’t seem to comprehend that little detail as she began to moan. He got her off, because let’s face it, he was the nice guy, right? After she got off he walked away. He wasn’t interested anymore, he staggered off in some direction, he didn’t know which way. He arrived to the opposite wall of the room and fell down on his knees. Instead of getting up this time he simply crawled on all fours to a corner and sat down heavily on his butt.
What the fuck am I doing? he asked himself. He was too old for this kind of teenage behaviour, rock star or not!

He sat there watching the others since he didn’t trust his legs supporting him for the moment. The world was spinning again but it was alright. He didn’t feel anything. He moved his hand in front of him and watched in fascination as it seemed to move without him actually intending for it to do so. Everything around him seemed surreal. What’s real and what’s not? he asked himself.

He felt something move at his side and his brain registered movement a few seconds later but it took him a while to actually realise it was Aaron North sitting next to him. He only got it seconds later when Aaron was right up in his face talking to him.

“Yo-hoo!“ Aaron hollered. “What cha doin’ bro?“ Jeordie could feel Aarons warm breath on his face but he didn’t move. Instead he smiled drunkenly.

“’S spinnin’ round,” he informed Aaron who laughed at him.

“You’re looking pretty smashed there,” Aaron said and patted his back before leaning in and kissing him square on the lips and then drawing back quickly. Jeordie blinked owlishly.

“Why you did tha fo’?” he asked, the words tumbling out before he even realised he had opened his mouth. Aaron laughed a little and shrugged. Jeordie thought this whole fucking night was weird. Nothing made any sense to him.

“Trent is looking for you,” Aaron suddenly said but Jeordie didn‘t listen since he was busy staring at something else.

“Hmm… what?” What was that about Trent? Aaron repeated himself but Jeordie’s mind was already somewhere else. He wanted to dance! He got up and left Aaron without another word- He didn’t know how but he managed to get down to the first floor again without any incident involving great damage to his body in the stairs. Like a restless soul he then spent about five minutes circling the dance floor before finally settling down to dance with a pretty blonde girl. She was dressed in a mini top and together they danced a vulgar dance. Jeordie didn’t see it but Trent was back at the table, watching him…

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Later he found himself outside the club but he wasn’t alone. He was leaning on someone who felt firm and strong. He sighed in content as he let himself be practically carried away to wherever it was they were going, he didn’t care. After a few minutes they stumbled into a room somewhere. He had no idea where he was. By now he was horny as hell and apparently so was his partner judging from the feverish kisses he received. His mind didn’t quite follow as his clothes disappeared but soon he let himself get pushed into a bed. A body covered his own and he let himself go and just focused on the sensations and pleasure the other person brought his body…

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