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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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C'n I get y' a drink?
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The man facing him looks so familiar he seems no less ghostly, and Sean's reminded of the warning he'd been given.. you might find strange people walking that world
He smiles, lines of fatigue fanning out at the corners of his eyes.
"I don't seem to have a thirst for drink tonight, but company would be welcome."
He stops right before adding Brendan.
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"I'd say 'have we met before' but it sounds so corny I couldn't bring meself to," he says, picking up a coaster and turning it in his fingers. He looks at the other man. "You from 'round these parts?" He has a strangely disturbing feeling and can't quite pinpoint what it is, and battles with his urge to stare, instead distracting himself with making sure each time he spins the square coast that one of the corners is what impacts the surface of the bar.
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His green eyes have been following the hypnotic movement of Brendan's fingers spinning the coaster and there's amused warmth in them when he looks up.
"I'm Sean, by the way.."
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For a moment he's wondered if it would feel like touching his own hand.. But no.. This is indeed Brendan. The hand is warm, the palm a bit rougher than his own.
"My pleasure, Brendan.." he smiles back. "Tell me something about yourself, what brought you here, what you are looking for.."
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"Just come back from America," he said, leaning an elbow on the bar and angling aroung to face Sean a little more. "Came down here to see if it had changed much, as last time I was here there were a lotta rumblin's, people lookin' t' change t' be more like 'America'," he said, his mind recalling the night that everything had indeed changed. "It almost did."
He took a deep breath and released it, reaching for his beer again. "Anyway, came down 'ere lookin' for an old friend, an employer, used to own a club," he said. "'e and I 'ad similar taste in music, and he taught me ... stuff." He took another mouthful of the dark beer, as he recalled Finney, and some of the 'lessons'. "But it don't look like he's 'ere any more," he trailed off.
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He smiles at Brendan and bumps his arm into his in a little gesture of encouragement.
"Hey, from what I hear there's people coming and going all the time around here. Who knows, maybe you'll meet your old employer. Or maybe you'll meet someone else who likes the same music.. So what music is it that you enjoy?"
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"Yeah, nothin' quite like a bunch o' good jazz musos bein' allowed t' play t'gether." He looks across at Sean. "What about you?"
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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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