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...He looked around frantic as he struggled to breath. “It’s all happening at once, I just can’t believe… I know that they are all waiting, will want to record, but right now it doesn’t seem so simple any more, with all my family’s been saying…don’t know what to do, and I’d hate if all this took me away from you!” She stroked his hand and said,”Jack, you have to relax, you have the chance to make music, that is a fact. You tell me it’s what you want, so I think you should sign, and not pass this up waiting for a better time.” He said,”But if we go on tour, you know what that means?" She said,”I know, but I’d never impede your drams.” So Jack left with the band, and it was bittersweet, they soon cracked the Top 40, which was no little feat. Black Jack and The Shirkers would soon go platinum, known for hypnotic hooks and songs of drink and fun. Jack was modest at first, but soon embraced the fame, all the parties and groupies who sere so far from tame… Yes, the albums and the riches piled up in droves, there was no sort of indulgence he did not know, he had a big mansion, he drove fancy sport cars, no one could image he’d ever go this far. But as his twenties rolled on he soon started to see deep within him a cold, growing despondency. It started as a trickle, a fatigue he couldn’t shed, them slowly grew until it filled up most of his head, the gnawing sense that all of this was just skin deep, before long it made it hard for Jack even to sleep. The shrinks couldn’t help him, the gurus just annoyed, so he thought back to the last time he’d felt real joy. He realized it was that last night that he had seen Kay, about no other woman had he felt that way, for all of the drama he’d had his senior year he remembered how with here there had been no fear, just a quiet acceptance, she’d listened and cared, and that was how Jay found himself going back there. He was twenty-seven, eight whole years had gone past, and he knew it was crazy, but he had to ask, had to see for himself if some small spark remained, if she could still see the real him through the trappings of fame. It wasn’t all that hard to find her new address, so he worked up his courage, and put on his best... CONTINUES IN PART III.

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The 27 Club, Part Ii

...He looked around frantic as he struggled to breath. “It’s all happening at once, I just can’t believe… I know that they are all waiting, will want to record, but right now it doesn’t seem so simple any more, with all my family’s been saying…don’t know what to do, and I’d hate if all this took me away from you!” She stroked his hand and said,”Jack, you have to relax, you have the chance to make music, that is a fact. You tell me it’s what you want, so I think you should sign, and not pass this up waiting for a better time.” He said,”But if we go on tour, you know what that means?" She said,”I know, but I’d never impede your drams.” So Jack left with the band, and it was bittersweet, they soon cracked the Top 40, which was no little feat. Black Jack and The Shirkers would soon go platinum, known for hypnotic hooks and songs of drink and fun. Jack was modest at first, but soon embraced the fame, all the parties and groupies who sere so far from tame… Yes, the albums and the riches piled up in droves, there was no sort of indulgence he did not know, he had a big mansion, he drove fancy sport cars, no one could image he’d ever go this far. But as his twenties rolled on he soon started to see deep within him a cold, growing despondency. It started as a trickle, a fatigue he couldn’t shed, them slowly grew until it filled up most of his head, the gnawing sense that all of this was just skin deep, before long it made it hard for Jack even to sleep. The shrinks couldn’t help him, the gurus just annoyed, so he thought back to the last time he’d felt real joy. He realized it was that last night that he had seen Kay, about no other woman had he felt that way, for all of the drama he’d had his senior year he remembered how with here there had been no fear, just a quiet acceptance, she’d listened and cared, and that was how Jay found himself going back there. He was twenty-seven, eight whole years had gone past, and he knew it was crazy, but he had to ask, had to see for himself if some small spark remained, if she could still see the real him through the trappings of fame. It wasn’t all that hard to find her new address, so he worked up his courage, and put on his best... CONTINUES IN PART III.