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Jet Lag	By : GatesVengeance Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not know Avenged Sevenfold personally, nor am i affiliated with them in any way. This story is a work of fiction. I make no profit whatsoever from this story.

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Chapter 1:
The rest of the people on the plane were chatting excitedly to each other as they felt the plane start to drop in altitude slightly as they approached their destination, the many children on the plane making as much noise as they physically could, while their parents merely talked amongst themselves. But there was one man who was sitting silently; elbow leaning on the window of the plane as he stared out of it, intently watching the scenery below him, the blues of the lakes they flew over combining with the luscious green of the hills and grass. He smiled at the beauty of the planet beneath him.
“Mr. Haner?” The man heard a stewardess call to him from the aisle and he turned his head to see the pretty, blonde lady looking at him expectantly. “You have a call on line 4.” She almost purred to him. “If you could please follow me.”
The man let out a groan as he stood up and he walked through to the aisle, doing up the button on his suit as he followed the stewardess to the back of the plane where the only phone line was kept. He ran a hand absentmindedly through his jelled hair as he followed her. This was the fourth flight from New York to California he’d been on in the past week. He hoped that the client he was supposed to be meeting at the start of the week would actually bother to turn up this time, instead of having his boss call him halfway through their scheduled meeting, only to be told it had been cancelled and it would incur yet another trip back to his home in New York.
The stewardess stopped when they were at the back of the plane, a green curtain the only thing separating them from the rest of the passengers. “A Mr. Sanders is on the phone for you, sir.” She said with a delicate smile as she handed the cream coloured receiver to him before scurrying back out in the plane.
A slight smirk graced the corners of his mouth as he held the receiver up to his ear. “Brian Haner speaking.”
“Brian, its Matt. How are you?” He heard his boss ask into the phone.
“As good as you can be when you have to travel from one side of the country to another just to meet a guy that probably won’t even fuckin’ turn up.” Brian said with a slight shrug, even though he knew that the other man couldn’t see him.
“Haner.” His boss barked at him. “This guy is going to be a very valuable asset to our company so you can’t fuck this up.”
“You know, I still don’t know the fuck he is.” Brian grumbled, running a hand through his hair as he glanced over his shoulder, glad that the curtain was still closed. “If he doesn’t turn up this time, I’m not fuckin’ wasting anymore time on him.”
“If he doesn’t turn up, you will remain in California until we can arrange a meeting with him. That is, if you want to keep your job.” Matt threatened. “I can’t believe you don’t know who Zacky Vengeance is. I’m straight and I know who he is. He grossed over $6 million dollars just last year alone.”
“Oh, well now you’ve said his name…I still don’t know who the fuck he is.” Brian said shortly, his rogue hand finding its way into his pants pocket. “And don’t you dare fuckin’ patronize me. Just because he’s gay and I’m gay doesn’t mean I know anything about him.”
“I wasn’t.” Matt said calmly. “But he’s been on loads of covers of Gay magazines as well as in some gay porn magazines.”
“Dude, you know I don’t read that shit. The internet is the place I go for my fix.” Brian grinned.
Matt couldn’t help the laugh that escaped from his lips. “You have a 12pm reservation at Delizioso restaurant, which is where you will be meeting Zacky.”
“Delizioso?! I hope you’re paying.” Brian said quickly.
“Yes, put it on the company credit card, along with your stay at your hotel.” Matt said, and Brian could just tell he was waving his hand. “I need you to try and get him as your client. Just having his name on our list of clients would boost out profile as a business.”
Brian groaned. “I’ll do the best I can.”
“You’ve got to do better then that.” Matt said sharply. “I’ve been told from my associates that he is a nightmare to work with, a complete brat and won’t stop until he has what he wants. You need to make sure you give him every single thing he wants so we can get him.”
“Yes, sir.” Brian said reluctantly.
“Have a good flight and call me how the lunch goes.” Matt said quickly, hanging up the phone before Brian could even respond.
He hung up the cream receiver before he pushed apart the revolting green coloured curtain as he made his way back towards his seat at the front of the plane. He slid back into his seat, thankful that there was no one in his row as he buckled up his seat belt, ready for their descent. His deep brown eyes stared out of the window at the scenery, a slight smile creeping across his lips as he watched the state of California get larger and clearer from the window of his plane.
It was another hour before he was finally out of the plane and out of the baggage collection area as he headed out of the domestic terminal, walking straight towards the long, black car that he knew was for him. He smiled as he watched the short, slender man open the door for him and greet him with a smile that almost reached the silver ring that hung out of his nose.
“Mr. Haner.” He said in a cheerful voice as he reached for Brian’s luggage, collecting it before closing the door as he watched Brian climb into the car, lifting the boot and placing the small carry bag into it as he shut it back up and climbed into the driver’s seat. “Is it still to Delizioso?” He turned around to the backseat as he started up the car.
“Yes, thank you.” Brian said, pulling out his phone and switching it on. “Oh, and Johnny?”
“Yes, sir?” Johnny asked, focusing entirely on the road.
“Try and get there as quickly as you can. I can’t afford to be late.” Brian said shortly, scrolling through the various messages he had waiting for him on his BlackBerry and not even bothering to pay attention to his driver.
“Yes sir. I’ll do all I can.” Johnny responded, glancing up into his rear vision mirror and groaning inwardly as he saw the man he was paid to drive around, completely ignoring him and glued to his phone.
He averted his gaze back to the road. ‘Who did this guy think he was?’ he grumbled inwardly as he tried to avoid looking into the back of the car. He absolutely hated driving around Brian Haner. The man was so full of himself; it was almost like he thought he was a celebrity himself, not like the clientele he managed. If not for the very generous amount of money he got paid to drive around the rudest person he’d ever met, then Johnny surely would have said something by now.
It took just over fifteen minutes before they were pulling up in front of Delizioso restaurant. Johnny pulled into the quick drop off zone and quickly jumped out of the car, racing around to his passenger’s side of the car and pulling the door open quickly, bowing as Brian stepped out of the car. He closed the door and waited for further instruction from the other man.
“Thank you Johnny.” Brian said, emotion void from his voice as he turned to look at the shorter man. “I will call you when I need to be picked up.”
Johnny barely had a chance to open his mouth to reply, before Brian had turned on his heel and was heading into the restaurant, the over powering smell of cologne blocking his nostrils as he quickly scurried back into the car, driving as far away from the other man as he could.
Brian walked into the restaurant, one hand placed inside his Italian designed trousers as he approached the Maitre’ D. The young man glanced at him and a slight smirk graced across his lips. “Can I help you, sir?”
“Reservation for Haner.” Brian said calmly, his hand sliding out of his pocket to rest at his side as the man checked all the reservations for the day.
“Right this way, sir.” The young man smiled, picking up a menu. “There is already another man that is waiting at your table.” He added before they started the walk through the large and elaborate dining room.
Brian cursed Johnny inwardly, for making him late for such an important meeting. He pulled out his phone and checked the time, seeing it was only 11.55 AM, a slight smirk crept across his lips. ‘Maybe this important guy was trying to make an effort after all.’ He thought as the pair approached the table and there was another man sitting there, a young one at that.
“Here you are, sir.” The young man said as he pulled out the chair for Brian as he sat down and as he looked up, saw a pair of bright green eyes staring right at him. “I’ll be back shortly to take your orders.”
“Thank you.” Brian said politely, quickly glancing through the menu as the waiter left. He finally looked up into the eyes he could feel that were watching him carefully. “You must be Zacky Vengeance?”
He watched the younger man crinkle his nose. “Zack, please.”
“Okay, Zack.” Brian teased, smirking as he watched the other man narrow his eyes slightly. “My name is Brian Haner. I’m here because I’ve been told you need an agent.”
“I don’t need one.” Zack spat.
Brian cocked an eyebrow up at the younger man. “How old are you?”
“I just turned twenty.” Zack said quietly.
“Then you definitely need one.” Brian said shortly, his gaze dropping from that of the younger man’s and focusing on the menu. “I’m going to be honest with you; I have absolutely no fucking idea who you are nor am I really that interested.” He paused as he looked up at the younger man. “But my boss has been quite persistent that I have this meeting with you and get you as my client.”
Zack’s eyes narrowed again. “If your boss wants me as his client, please tell him that I’m more then interested to have him as my agent, not someone who just wants my ten percent.”
“If it was all about the ten percent, then I could have signed absolutely anybody else.” Brian said shortly. “But I’m not going to waste the past five flights to California from New York for some little brat that, if he doesn’t listen to what I’m saying will burn out faster then he started.”
“I must be of some interest to you then.” Zack said sharply, leaning across the table and closer to Brian. “You must have seen some of my work then.”
Brian couldn’t help the little smirk that crept across his face. “No, actually. I’ve never really been into the whole ‘twink’ thing.”
Zack covered his face with the menu but not fast enough for Brian to not see the bright shade of red that covered the other man’s face completely. “What do you think you’ll be getting for lunch?” He asked, his voice wavering slightly.
“Everything here tastes dreadful except for the beef wellington, so probably that.” Brian answered simply, closing the menu and putting it back onto the table. “I’ve been informed of what you’ve previously done for work, but is that all you want to do? Do you want to continue doing pornography for the rest of your working life?”
The water that had just entered into Zack’s mouth from his glass splattered all across the table and even hit Brian in the face a little bit. “Can you not say that so loud?” Zack hissed as he tried to wipe up the liquid.
“Immature.” Brian groaned as he wiped his napkin across his face, trying to get rid of the excess liquid that had splattered on his face. “I’m trying to have a business meeting with you and trying to find out what you want to do with your career. I didn’t think people of your profession had any shame about what they do.” He snapped, eyes narrowing slightly as he sized up his possible client.
“It’s not like that’s what I wanted to do with my career.” Zack snapped. “I only did it because I got paid well for it and it got me exposure into other avenues.”
Brian’s expression softened into curiosity. “And what other avenues were these?”
“I wanted to be a model. But at every casting call I go to, I’m just Zacky the porn star.” Zack said quietly, his green eyes tingeing with a hint of sadness. “I don’t want to be remembered as that guy.”
Brian stayed silent for a moment, thinking over his options and relaying what the young man sitting across from him had told him. “I think I can get you what you want.”
“You think?” Zack snapped, his change in attitude surprising Brian a little. “I don’t want someone who thinks they can give me what I want. My agent has to be able to give me what I want. Got it?”
Brian’s eyebrow cocked up slightly as he looked across the table. “By all means, I can give you what you want. But it will cost you a little extra to have me if I have to put up with your bratty attitude.”
“My attitude is perfectly fine.” Zack snapped. “It’s your attitude that is fucked. If you think I’m going to pay you extra to pity you that you have to put up with me, than I’ll just have to find someone else.”
“What you don’t realize is that someone else will push you to continue being a porn star. They won’t give a fuck if it’s what you want or not, they only want your money.” Brian said sharply. “I am willing to put in that extra time and that extra work to overhaul your image and career but I want to be compensated for it. I want fifteen percent of your earnings.”
Zack had his mouth open and ready to respond when the waiter finally returned to their table. He turned his bright green eyes to his direction.
“Are you both ready to order now?” The waiter asked, pen now poised to his notepad after placing a bowl of bread sticks on their table.
“I’ll have the Beef Wellington with a side of salad, thank you.” Brian said sharply, handing the menu to the waiter. “With water.”
“Very good, and for you, sir?” The waiter asked, still scribbling down Brian’s order.
“I’ll have the Pasta Carbonara.” Zack answered but Brian interjected before he could finish.
“You won’t if you want to be a model.”
Zack looked down at the menu again, slightly embarrassed. “I’ll just have the lean Chicken open sandwich with a side of salad. And water for the drink.” He said, handing the menu to the waiter.
“Thank you both. I’ll make sure you aren’t waiting too long.” The waiter responded, bowing slightly before leaving the pair.
“How dare you fuckin’ tell me what I can and can’t eat!” Zack fumed but Brian ignored him.
“Do we have a deal or not?” Brian asked shortly.
“Why would I agree to a deal with a fuckin’ asshole that tells me what I can and can’t eat?” Zack raged. “You need to get down off your fuckin’ high horse and realize that you won’t get anything without me!”
“I am doing what your agent should do. I am looking out for your best interest career wise. If you truly want to be a model, then you need to be serious about your diet.” Brian replied sharply. “I am doing what I feel is the best way to boost your career.” He paused again, only for a moment. “Do we have a deal or not?”
Zack’s eyes narrowed again but his hand reached across the table. “We have a deal.”
Brian gladly shook his new client’s hand. “Good. I’ll have the contract drawn up as soon as I can.”
The pair continued watching each other across the table, their eyes focused completely on the other. Both men knew exactly what they wanted and were both unafraid to get it by any means necessary. Brian definitely knew he was going to have his work cut out with this client.
a/n: its been a while, but I'm back! lol. I've been attempting to write this since A7X came to Australia at the end of July (my inspiration haha) but i havent had time, so this is it :) I'll try and update as often as i can. let me know what you guys think :)
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