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Two worlds, two Seans
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.
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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"I have very low profile musical tastes. I'm an olg geezer who's still listening to the big hits of the Seventies and Eighties, those songs sort of feel like an old comfort blanket to me. They have a beginning, they build up, they end. I never truly could understand where a jazz piece is trying to lead me. But then I guess I never had someone to show me the way of it..."
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"But what they're playing here is sort of more what I'm used to listening to.." he gestures with his head to the air. Snatches of music filter now and then through the noise made by the people crowding the bar, an old number with someone begging Johnny to come home. "Stuff for oldies discos and pubs," he winks at Brendan, mocking himself.
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"Brendan, I'm not ashamed to say that on the right night that old music not only has me tapping my feet, it can even bring me out on the dancefloor. But I would love to listen to some good jazz and see if I can make sense of it.. as long as you're willing to be there to take the trip with me.." he adds with a smile, his eyebrows raised inquiringly.
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"Course!" he replies to Sean's query. "I'd love to, an' maybe I might be able to introduce y' to a new way of enjoyin' it," he adds with a grin.
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"Hits the spot," he murmurs as he takes a long pull and licks some foam off his upper lip. "Brendan, I'm sorry for you, but you have just saddled yourself with an ignorant pupil for a crash course in the appreciation of jazz music.."
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"Hey, we can go hit the jazz clubs anytime you feel like it. I don't want you to change your plans for me and I sure understand about your wanting to look for
Finneyyour old boss.." he reaches out to cover Brendan's hand with his."Look, you're not forcing me into anything I don't want to do. I told you I don't know shit about jazz music, but I thought that it might make a difference listening to it with someone who loves it and is knowledgeable about it. And I'd like to get to know you better.. I can't explain why, but I feel as if I've known you before.."
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