Late-night Drive
Late-night Drive
belldom; angst/humour; Dominic's POV; PG -13 (swearing); one-off
dedicated to L.
If I were a boy, I'd turn off my phone....
I'm driving my new BMW and there's nothing good playing on the radio. What's happening with all these radio stations? Maybe Matt should make up another conspiracy theory about a group of pop-obsessed guys buying British radio stations.
God, what am I talking about?
This car was expensive and it's utterly useless. You only buy things that make you feel good, right? Or maybe you buy things that make you feel better? I wish I knew an answer to that.
Maybe there's an answer though.
I kissed a girl and I liked it...
Oh hell. Sure you did.
How much are they all getting paid so this shit's playing non-stop?
The car.. I love it. It just doesn't get me away from my thoughts.
This time, nothing gets me away.
Sometimes you come to a point in your life, when nothing really pleases you. Money? Not my value of life. Sex? Believe me, one-night-stands are kinda good before 30. Music? Yeah, that's fine. Especially the radio one. It's literally driving me insane.
Love?
How did you know what was love in the first place? You must have heard it through love songs or romantic movies or St.Valentine's day. Or maybe your parents were kind enough to give you some information? Therefore, all that you've heard about love from the beginning, is a mixture of what your folks told you over Xmas dinner and what the Media's been telling you for the past ***** years.
My press manager gave me a call about an hour ago, asking if I wanted to get that sex-story printed. No, actually, I'm being wrong. He asked if I wanted to comment on it. Another girl I once/twice slept with decided to sell me out. Happens a lot. But I was kinda hurt.
So I told him to fuck off. No, I didn't want to make any comments. Besides, what the fuck could I possibly say? Nope, I don't sleep in handcuffs. I sleep in my boxers, not that it's any kind of your business.
So I decided to make The Sun very happy. I hung up.
The center of the ring... just like a circus...
It is a circus, actually. Yeah. Most definitely.
But that song is fucking hideous.
What is fame to most people? To my fans fame is something related to me. To Matt it's definitely the ability to buy a cool car, record his music the exact way he wants to and needs to record it and talk some shit about political leaders. You see, he simply likes expressing his own opinion, no matter what the subject is.
To Chris it's a couple of green "tickets" for the down-payment for his giant house. Bills for his children's school.
What's fame to myself?
It's a bit like love. It's such a pain in the ass, but I'm kind of addicted to the taste of hoping it could last.
It's just like this car. I could've bought something way smaller and less posh. But why the fuck? I'm rich& famous now, I need to keep playing that role. a 30-smth playboy, a genius drummer. That guy from The Sun paper.
There's something else though. Something deeper and warmer than anything else.
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