Two worlds, two Seans

[justsean]

He doesn't really know what he is doing here.
No, that's not right, he knows.
Nothing, he's doing nothing, that's the reason why he came here in the first place.
To get away from it all.

Shoots, re-shoots, promotional stints, interviews.
A never-stopping loop, movie after movie.

Until it started to feel too much.
Too much of Sean the actor, too little of Sean the man.
Until it started to feel like he would gladly give all the money he was making to have time just for himself, away from it all.

Time...
Time for reading, for tending a garden, for music, for soccer, for watching the clouds chase across the sky, for being just himself...
He barely remembered who Sean was.

Then one day someone approached him. Told him there was a place where he could be just that, and at the same time be Sean Bean the actor.

One would be in one world, one would be in the other.
But he might find that other world spooky, he was warned.
He might find strange people walking that world, people that were not real in the other world.

Sean said that wouldn't bother him, he was used to having people that were not real around him.

And so he got here.

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[stormybrendan.livejournal.com]

Brendan shrugs. "Whatever," he says, as he empties the last of his beer. "Don't think we've met before unless you've been here a few years ago, or over in America in the last few years." He slid off his stool and stood, hitching his jeans up and nodding to the barman. "If you want to hear some jazz, I'd be happy to help you out," he said, then added, "but don't feel you have to. I'll see you 'round," he said with a wave of his hand and weaved his way out of the bar, pushing the door open and taking a deep breath of the night air as he stepped outside. He shook his head and walked off down the street, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans.