Challenge #03: Big Bang!
Title: I’m Not the Man
Word Count: 6060
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Original, Alex Mackenzie ‘verse
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): none
Summary: Famous singer Alex Mackenzie has lost his motivation to be in the spotlight, but he meets an unexpected ally who might just give him the encouragement he needs.
Alex Mackenzie was lost. He had to smile as he approached the ledge of the roof. His father had always laughed at the fact that he named his only son after an explorer, only to have a boy whose head was always lost in the clouds. Looking over the edge, he had to admit, he felt at home up here. He glanced down at the tiny taxi cabs zooming by, the people who looked like ants, racing to grab the money and back home again. His problems felt far away. He lifted his eyes and looked at the river, just visible between much taller buildings. The truth was, he knew he could afford a condo in any of those buildings. He could buy that unit on the roof with the greenhouse that he always admired. He just couldn't justify spending that much money on something he couldn't enjoy. He was barely ever in the city, even though he still considered it home.
"Alex?"
He winced, hearing the voice of his assistant coming from the door to the roof. He couldn't even have five minutes to himself. He hadn't needed an assistant. He'd told them a million times, he could manage just fine. But they'd insisted when he didn't answer his phone one too many times. When he was late for meetings and didn't have any excuse. He didn't know how to explain that he just lost track of time, that his mind was elsewhere. So he'd gotten stuck with Matt. Alex turned towards him now. He looked so young and eager to please. Not that Alex was ancient, having just turned 31, but he felt so removed from the youth culture of today. His target audience, he thought tensely. He couldn't relate to the same people he was trying to sell something to. He finally shook his head and looked at Matt, waiting for him to announce whatever he'd come up here to say.
"You have to get ready for the party tonight."
Oh right. There was always some party. He'd forgotten the reason for this specific one, if he'd ever known. He wondered if there was any way he could get out of it. Probably not. His manager would insist. And if he didn't go to this one, he'd have to go to 2 more, just to make it up. It wasn't worth it. Alex studied Matt for a moment. He was sure the kid looked up to him, even though he never said anything. He'd probably wanted to be a musician himself at one point, but his parents had insisted he go to business school instead. Good for him, Alex thought. It's good to be practical.
Alex started towards the door quickly, not bothering to answer Matt. He brushed by the kid, heading for the elevator on the top floor. Matt followed him quickly.
The elevator ride back down to his floor was too long. Matt kept looking at Alex nervously. Finally he sighed and said, "Mr. Mackenzie?"
"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Alex?" He shook his head. The kid looked even more nervous, if that was possible. "Sorry, what is it?"
"I was going to wait, but I realized you're probably gonna be in a hurry later. Your manager asked me to give this to you." He dug in his oversized coat for a moment and pulled out an envelope, slightly crumpled at the edges. Matt flinched as he handed it to Alex.
Alex was mystified. His manager would call him with any news, good or bad. If Alex didn't answer, he would email him. It'd gotten to the point where his manager put together digests of what was going on. It wasn't that Alex was trying to be difficult. It's just that he didn't hear his phone or he left it in the bathroom or whatever.
He glanced down at the unmarked, sealed envelope. He didn't want to open it here in the elevator with Matt. He couldn't even imagine what might be inside, but he wanted to find out in private.
Matt seemed curious, but he hung back as they got off the elevator and said, "I'll wait downstairs... I wanted to get a coffee. It's gonna be a late night."
Alex just nodded. It seemed like a fair enough excuse. Matt waited while Alex unlocked the door to his apartment. "What?" Alex finally asked. He knew Matt wanted to say something else.
Matt shook his head. "You have to be ready in half an hour. The limo will be waiting. I'll come back up to get you."
"No," Alex shook his head quickly. "I can manage for half an hour by myself."
He let himself into the apartment, knowing he better keep to his word. If not, Matt would come find him anyway and they'd all be late to the party. It seemed like a sin to throw off the schedule like that.
Matt nodded and headed back to the elevator. Alex turned into his apartment, closing the door softly behind him. He didn't bother to lock the door. He'd only be here half an hour and his neighbors never bothered him. He didn't think they cared who he was, most of them too busy with their own lives. One reason he liked New York so much. It was an escape.
His attention turned to the envelope that was still clutched in his hand. He was too curious to wait any longer. He ripped it open. He took out the single folded sheet, opened it and started to read.
On top there was a photocopy with of a bunch of sales figures. Under that, his manager had written:
Alex-
These numbers are terrible. I had to get your attention somehow. Be in my office 9am tomorrow to discuss. We need to do something asap. I'm sending this appointment to Matt. Don't be late.
-Frank
He always thought his manager was too brash. He'd known his sales had been dropping, but it was just the market. Traditional album sales were a dying breed. He wasn't worried, he knew he had plenty of radio play, internet streams and iTunes downloads. He didn't know why Frank was so worried about album sales. He studied the sales figures for a moment, he never understood them, but maybe it was more than just album sales here. Alex wasn't sure.
He put down the paper and started going through his closet. He'd forgotten to ask what kind of party they were going to. Of course he'd forgotten. He didn't know if he should wear the sharp suit or the purposely ripped jeans and t-shirt. He didn't care what he looked like, but he knew Frank cared and the media cared. He seemed to be on shaky ground already, he couldn't risk anything more. He pulled out his phone to text Matt, but Matt had already send him a text, telling him to put on the suit. He had to hand it to the kid, Matt was a good assistant.
Alex dressed quickly, barely taking the time to straighten his tie and comb his hair. These little things meant a lot to other people, but they meant nothing to him. He knew appearances were deceiving.
He made it down to the lobby with a few minutes to spare. He spotted Matt sitting on the marble ledge, reading one of those free papers full of ads. Alex walked over to him and smiled. Matt glanced up and quickly put down the paper. He stood up, looking at his watch. "I'm sorry, Mr. Mac- Alex... You're early."
"Yeah, I figured we should get this show on the road. Where am I going tonight anyway?"
"It's the annual tribute to jazz legends." Matt didn't even have to check his phone, he just knew. His eyes were wide.
Alex chuckled. "You seem excited."
"Yeah, wish I could go."
"Oh?" For some reason, Alex had expected Matt to tag along, as he often did.
"It's a VIP only event. You know, lots of A list celebrities."
Alex actually snorted. "I'm not exactly A list."
But he felt the lights on his back and he turned towards the window. There was the paparazzi, already busy taking pictures, as reliable as ever. Their flashbulbs blinded Alex for a long moment. He shook his head and turned back towards Matt. He could never understand why the photographers were interested in him. "Maybe we should go down to the basement," he said to Matt. "Do you know where the limo is?"
"Actually, it's already waiting in the basement. I'll tell the driver we're on our way."
"Thanks," Alex sighed, heading towards the elevator. Matt followed quickly, placing the call and efficiently giving instructions. He hung up just as the elevator doors closed behind him. "Sure you don't wanna go instead of me?" Alex asked lightly.
Matt just chuckled. "The paparazzi aren't so bad. Man, I'd take them in a second if I could be in your place for one night."
"Go ahead." Alex was smiling, but Matt looked pale, like he regretted saying anything. Alex shook his head. "Don't worry. It's OK to get excited. One of us has to be excited."
Matt shook his head. "I don't understand it." He trailed off.
Alex knew what he meant. He sighed. "Me neither. You know, I used to be excited. This just isn't exciting any more, I guess. It's just too much." He didn't know how to explain it. Matt shook his head, but he didn't want to ask any more questions. They stepped out of the elevator and Matt led the way to the limo in silence. Alex got in and soon enough, he was off to the party.
==
"Alex Mackenzie." The man smiled widely as he held out his hand to Alex.
It actually took Alex a moment to realize he'd said his own name. He shook his head and took his hand. "Yes... And you... Wait. I know you." The man's eyes were shining in the dim light. Alex studied him closely. "You're that pianist who played for Carl Fulton and what's that band... 32 Below."
"And George Foster and Jamie Hope... Among others. The name is Gabe Henry." The smile stayed on his face as he shook hands for a beat too long. "I heard you might be here tonight."
"Well, yeah, I'm here." Alex looked around the crowded reception. There were plenty of celebrities with drinks in hand, but there were plenty of people he didn’t recognize. Probably rich people who supported the arts. Alex had been hoping to skip this part and go straight to the meal. At least no one could bother him if there was a speaker who droned on and on.
"Can I get you a drink?" Gabe pulled his attention back. He was already holding a vodka with ice in one hand.
Alex shook his head. "No thanks, I don't drink."
"I'm shocked." The smile turned into a smirk, still a few watts too bright for the occasion.
"I've way too many horror stories." It wasn't the full truth, but Alex just shook his head. "I'm sorry, did you want my signature or something?" He knew that every conversation got to this moment eventually, might as well get to the point.
"Oh no," Gabe shook his head, he was still smiling. "I just wanted some advice. I'm going solo."
Alex looked him up and down, the guy must have been at least 50. The corners of his eyes seemed to fold in on themselves and his forehead had several deep wrinkles. His dark hair was speckled with gray. Alex was confused, this guy was a career musician. He had all the fun without nearly as much risk. Instead of saying all that, he just shook his head. "I think you've got the wrong guy."
Alex turned to leave, but Gabe held him back. "No, wait. Hear me out." He seemed to collect his thoughts, his confidence never wavering. "While I don't want to sell myself short, it's just that piano players aren't popular. Unless you're Billy Joel or something, it isn't easy to be a pianist. I think I can do it though. I just thought you must have some advice... You made it big before you could vote."
Alex shrugged, but he had to smile, just a little. "It was all dumb luck. I was just a kid playing a guitar in a dinky little club."
"And your manager Frank Little happened to be there. I know, I know." Gabe was still smiling, even though he seemed annoyed.
"Yeah, that's the story they tell, and it's true. I'm one out of a million... A billion, probably. I think it gives kids hope they can do it too. People love that stuff."
Gabe seemed to consider that for a moment. "Hmm, well, I'm the underdog."
Alex shook his head. He couldn't bring himself to burst this guy's bubble. "I'm sorry I can't help you. I honestly don't know how I do it. I've got managers and assistants to figure that stuff out. I just keep playing music."
"No offense, but you seem a little haughty."
"Haughty?" Alex laughed for the first time that night. "Who says that anymore?"
Gabe just shrugged. "I guess I do. Hey, if you come up with any ideas, could you give me a ring?" He dug in his pocket for a business card.
Alex took it, studying it for a long moment. He took in the name, address and phone number. No email. This guy really was old fashioned. He hated to make false promises, but he found himself nodding. "Yeah, I'll try."
"Thank you," Gabe shook his hand again, not letting go for a long moment. "Thank you so much."
Alex went off to find his seat. He tried to focus on this year's honorees, but he just kept thinking about Gabe and wondering how an old man could have so much energy. It was more than that. It was something most people give up by the time they hit 30. Gabe had ambition.
==
Alex woke in his own bed, blurry eyed, but sober, early the next morning. Sunlight streamed in the cracks between his open blinds. He remembered the meeting as he glanced at his phone, his alarm wasn't due to go off for a while. He knew he wouldn't fall back asleep, so he got up to make coffee. It was the only addictive thing he ever allowed himself and anyway, coffee wasn't addictive. He never got headaches when he went without.
Alex went through his morning routine, savoring the blissful quiet. His phone was in the bedroom, but he was all too glad to have no one bothering him for once. He read the paper slowly, stopping to jot down one or two ideas to turn into lyrics later. The ideas never stopped, but he'd learned how to focus them. How to know what was worthwhile and what was trash. Then again, he would have thought no one wanted to hear a song about umbrellas or what the fox says, so you never know.
He looked up when there was a light knock on the door. Could it be time to leave already? He glanced at his watch and shook his head. He couldn’t believe that so much time had gotten away from him.
Matt just shook his head as Alex opened the door. "Are you ready? The car is waiting downstairs."
Alex shook his head. "As ready as I'll ever be for this meeting. Come on, let's get this over with."
Matt sighed, waiting as Alex grabbed his stuff and locked the apartment. They headed towards the elevator, down to the basement together. Today, Matt got in the car with Alex. "I've got some work to do in the office."
Alex nodded and asked the driver to turn on the radio. He just wanted something to be filling this awkward time before he met his manager. He was sure the meeting would be hard enough. He didn't need an empty car weighing on his nerves.
A light pop song filled the car. It was one of those kids that were so popular today, singing a catchy tune that had nothing behind it but flashy lights and a polished look. He resisted the urge to tell the driver to turn it off. Maybe there was something to learn from the song. He pictured the singer, a girl with a cute smile and a cute butt. No, there was nothing to learn. The girl wasn’t even a very good singer.
==
It wasn’t long before Alex was sitting at the end of the conference table, listening to his manager, Frank, talk about numbers and statistics and how everything looked terrible. Alex tried to focus, but he felt his attention wavering. His eyes stopped on one of the many gold records that lined the room. He had no idea who the band was, some heavy metal act. He tried to read their names, but the print was too small and he was too far away.
“You’re not focused!” Frank snapped suddenly.
Alex sat up, feeling the clouds slowly lifting. He looked at Frank, at the other end of the long table. “I am focused.”
“You’re not,” he shook his head. “It’s like you don’t care anymore and the audience can tell. Look, if you don’t care about your career, I could have a line of guys around the block who would take it in a second. You need to shape up. I’ve given you plenty of time, this is your last chance. Now, I have a few options we can discuss.”
Alex shook his head, clearing out the last dregs of his daydream. “I do care. If you want new music, I could get you a demo by tomorrow morning.” He had been working on new stuff, he was always working on new stuff.
“No,” Frank said simply. “Look, I love your stuff as much as the next guy, but it’s not only about the music, you know that. I’ve realized it doesn’t matter what you say, it’s how you say it. Especially these days, it’s not about sales anymore. It’s about the audience... how you can give them more and get more from them. Anyway, you just put out an album, you don’t need any more stuff right now. No, you need to do something different.”
“OK, what are you suggesting?” Alex wasn’t so excited about what Frank might suggest, but he knew he had to hear Frank out.
“There’s that Rock the Boat cruise coming up in February.”
“A cruise?” Alex shook his head. He knew tons of bands were getting into that scene, but he wasn’t interested. “I don’t think so.”
"Alex, can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead."
"Are you scared of people?"
"What?" He asked too quickly, suddenly feeling defensive.
"The mysterious Alex Mack... You always want to be alone, you avoid confrontation and conversations. Yeah, I can imagine why you wouldn't want to get on a boat, surrounded by people for 3 days. You put on a good enough show on stage, but I think people can tell. You need to clean up your act. I'm giving you a week."
Alex shook his head, totally confused. "A week until what? You make it sound like I'm on drugs or something. You know I'm clean."
"Yeah, thank God for that," Frank rolled his eyes. "But you're just too boring. You need to do something exciting. This week. Otherwise we'll have to discuss the terms of your contract."
"What? You're gonna end my contract because I'm boring? That's a little ridiculous. I'm a good musician, I know I am. You said so yourself."
"I don't care if you're the next Frank Sinatra, who by the way, had plenty going on. The public wants excitement. Your numbers aren't up to par, and I don't think that's gonna change unless you shake things up. It's either change or get pushed to the wayside. Like most things in life." He actually smiled at his observation.
"Well do you have any suggestions for me? I'd like to avoid losing my job, if possible."
Frank shrugged. "Get yourself out there. You know how a couple years ago, everyone did flash mobs? Something like that, but please don't actually do that. You'll seem out of touch. Anyway, I don’t care. Just do something. Surprise me."
Alex nodded slowly, still not sure what Frank wanted from him. "OK..." He knew he'd figure something out. He had to.
==
Alex slammed his door and peeled off his jacket. He went into his kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked inside. Nothing. Maybe he could text Matt to pick up some take out. Alex shook his head, closing the refrigerator. Matt was still at his desk at the record company, not having to worry about getting fired. He'd probably be assigned some other star the second Alex lost his contract, not that it was going to happen if Alex had any say in the matter.
He was Alex Mackenzie, he knew he could do something interesting. He went over to the guitar that was sitting in the corner, picked it up and sat down on his couch. He played some chords and immediately sang some of the lyrics that had been on his mind.
He never had a problem coming up with lyrics or new guitar riffs. His head never stopped spinning, constantly spewing out new ideas. He knew some of his songs were very good. His first hit single, the song that had made his manager notice him, had won him a Grammy. He didn’t take much stock in awards, a part of him still thought someone must have paid for it, but that gold record player on his mantle looked so good. He stared up at it, admiring the fine craftsmanship, the engraved letters that spelled out his name. It was the one thing he would always have, no matter what happened. He told himself to snap out of it, he didn’t want it all to end. Constantly being in the spotlight was terrible, but he knew it was worth it. He didn’t want to go back to playing on street corners or little clubs for a wooden nickel a night. He was finally comfortable and maybe that was his problem. He was too comfortable.
He jumped up suddenly and rushed over to his jacket. He thought of the only person who he'd met in a long time who seemed to genuinely care about anything besides himself. Alex pulled out the business card, it was still sharp in his hand.
Gabe Henry could give him some advice, no doubt about it.
==
"Hello." Gabe answered quickly, like he knew who was calling, even though that was impossible.
Alex paused for a second. "Hi, this is Alex... Alex Mackenzie."
"Oh wow, OK. Hi, how are you?"
"Am I catching you at a bad time?"
"No, not at all." Alex could hear him shuffling papers, followed by a loud bang in the background. "I just wasn't expecting you to call so soon."
"I can call back later... If it's more convenient."
"It's fine." A dog was barking on Gabe's end. "Let me just get the dog on his leash. I needed to take a break anyway."
"Um... I'm sorry to bother you."
"The dog was already bugging me." Alex could practically hear Gabe’s smile. "So, did you think about what I asked you? Do you think you could help me out?"
"What?" Alex had completely forgotten that Gabe had been the one to originally ask for advice. "Oh, sorry. I was actually... um..." It was hard for him to admit out loud. "I was gonna ask you for help." He sputtered quickly, half hoping that Gabe wouldn't understand him.
"You're kidding me. Let me get this straight. Alex Mackenzie is asking me for help. Wow."
"I... Um, yeah." He barely managed to choke it out. "It's kind of a long story. Do you want to meet up?"
"Of course!" Even his voice was bright and full of life. "When would you be available?"
"Is today out of the question?" Alex glanced at his watch and suddenly regretted asking the question. It was already 3pm.
"No, that would be fine. I basically got everything done already. I would just need to wrap up. I guess everyone will have to manage dinner without me for one night ."
"Oh, we don't have to do dinner. Just coffee somewhere."
"Coffee at night is a terrible idea," but Gabe chuckled anyway. "No, dinner it is. I know a great Chinese place. Quiet and out of the way."
"OK, great." Because if anything needed to be kept quiet, this was it.
Gabe recited the address. Alex jotted it down and said goodbye. He punched it into Google maps and realized it was an actual Chinese restaurant in Chinatown. He guessed he shouldn't have been so surprised.
==
Alex stepped through the door and looked around at the shabby restaurant. He'd expected red and gold dragons and decorations everywhere, maybe a huge fish tank and a watercolor or two. The place was just one of those holes with the menu displayed on a flickering screen, a few tables and an old man working behind the counter. A tall kid rushed past him, holding two big bags of delivery. He couldn't have been 16. Alex turned his eyes towards Gabe, who stood up to greet him. "Great, you found the place." He smiled widely as Alex approached.
Alex shook his head. "Yeah, what kind of place is this anyway?"
"Oh, they make a great Crab Rangoon, best I ever had."
"If you say so." Alex was already doubtful about the quality of food here, but he really didn't have much choice.
He was about to sit down, but Gabe eyed him and said, "oh, we have to order at the counter. The old man doesn't really speak English. What do you want?"
Alex looked up at the menu, realizing that everything was written in Chinese. "Sesame chicken." It was the first thing he thought of.
Gabe nodded and went over to the cash register. Alex watched in awe as Gabe spoke to the old man in what must have been Chinese, and it was more than just a few words. Gabe paid for the order and thanked the man. "How do you know Chinese?" Alex asked when the old man turned into the kitchen.
"Oh it's nothing." Gabe smiled and laughed it off. "I only know enough to order food and ask for the bathroom. I guess I just have a knack for languages."
"That's not nothing! You had a whole conversation with him. Most people don't even try."
"That's just it! I want to experience the world around me. How else am I gonna get a donut in Berlin?"
"Oh my god," Alex chuckled for a long moment at the well known reference. He couldn't stop, for once he was actually enjoying himself. He noticed something else too. Gabe didn't say what most people did or what anyone else should do. He just enjoyed himself. Alex finally shook his head, and changed the subject. "By the way, you didn't have to pay.” He started to reach for his wallet, but Gabe stopped him.
"No, no. This is my treat. In exchange for not telling anyone about this place. I like it how it is, nice and quiet. Anyway, it will be great to tell everyone I took Alex McKenzie out to eat."
Alex couldn't help smiling. "I knew it. Hey, earlier, you said you would have to leave everyone for dinner. Do you have a family?"
"Yeah, a wife and two beautiful daughters. I can't believe they're already teenagers." His eyes lit up at the mention. “And of course the dog.”
"You can't be that old."
"I'm not. I got married young. I think that's one reason I never went off on my own before now." There was an uncharacteristic sad note in his voice for just a moment, but he was still smiling.
"Yeah, look... About that," Alex shook his head. For a moment, he'd forgotten why he'd come.
"Oh no. Let's eat something first." Gabe shook his head, peering back into the kitchen. It was as if he'd timed it perfectly. Their orders were ready at exactly that moment.
They watched as the old man brought the steaming food out on plastic trays. Alex and Gabe each took a tray and went over to one of the tables. They sat down and Alex took in the smell of fresh, hot food. "It does look good."
"Dig in." Gabe said, completely serious. He picked up a piece of crab Rangoon. "Do you want some?"
"Oh no, thanks." Alex jabbed a piece of sesame chicken with his fork, blew on it and tasted it. It was amazing. No MSG here, they used fresh ingredients. "Oh wow, you were right. This is really good."
"I told you. Are you sure you don't want to try this?" Gabe asked through half a mouthful of crab.
Alex just shook his head and ate for a while in silence. He waited for what seemed like the right time and finally said, "now can we talk?"
"Oh yeah," Gabe smiled. "Sorry, I was kind of hungry before. My mind was focused on the Rangoon. Anyway, what did you want to ask me?”
Alex took in this tenacious man, who seemed to have enough ambition and gumption to outlast 10 pop stars. “I understand that you have a family, but how come you never went solo before? You could do it.”
“Well, it’s been on my mind for a while, but I think I’m gonna go ahead and do it.”
“Why now?”
“Well, my father died last year.”
“Sorry,” Alex muttered.
“No, he was an old coot. Anyway, he saved everything. He had all kinds of junk. Toys from when he was a kid, a few signed first editions of records and books, my mother’s jewelry.”
“So, you sold it all?”
“Yeah, we don’t have room. We have an apartment in Chelsea. Anyway, we finally have a safety net. My wife is a teacher. We’ve been scraping by for years. I feel like I can finally afford to take a risk, you know?”
“You don’t seem to have any problem taking risks,” Alex observed.
Gabe smiled at the compliment, but shook his head. “It’s different when you have two little kids to feed. Of course some of the money will go to the girls’ education, but I’m not too worried. I feel like it’s now or never.”
“Right…” Alex was a little taken aback. “How are you ever gonna make it? No offense, but…”
“I’m old, right?” Gabe still smiled brightly, his eyes mischievous. “Trust me, I know. The industry likes fresh, young faces. I’m hoping to be the exception. I mean, I could go on America’s Got Talent, there’s no cut off age.”
Alex made a face, hopefully it wasn’t too obvious. “Do you really want to do that?”
Gabe shrugged. “You’ve got to start somewhere. Didn’t Next Step get started on one of those shows? It couldn’t hurt. I could use your advice though.”
“I’m not sure what to tell you,” Alex muttered. It seemed like the tables had turned back on him. Gabe seemed to have everything he could hope for, but he still wanted more. He seemed willing to take a chance on almost anything. Alex had been the one with the most to lose, but he’d been playing it safe, getting too comfortable. He sighed. “I was actually hoping to get your advice. I need to know what I should do to get some attention.” He shook his head and told Gabe everything. How he’d lost focus, how everyone seemed to think he’d lost his desire to be a performer. But he hadn’t lost it, he said. He hadn’t even known it was gone in the first place.
“So your manager wants you to pull off a publicity stunt?” Gabe asked after he considered everything for a long moment.
“Yes, exactly,” Alex actually chuckled, despite everything.
Gabe smiled widely. “That’s easy. You need the element of surprise, but of course everyone needs to know about it ahead of time.”
“How am I ever gonna do something like that?”
“Well, that’s why there’s something called social media, my friend.” Gabe smiled, gesturing Alex to hand over his phone. Alex did so reluctantly and watched as Gabe set everything into motion.
==
Alex had always thought the first rule of social media was never to say where you were at any given time, but Gabe said it was fine. It helped that his kids turned out to big fans. They helped spread the message after Gabe tweeted out the location from Alex’s account. Soon it was all over facebook and tumblr. Alex even heard the story on a popular radio station. The DJ simply said that something was going down in Union Square on Sunday, and no one seemed to know what it was. Alex made sure to clear everything with his manager, who seemed excited. His manager said he would take care of all the red tape with the NYPD and their security.
There seemed a thousand details to put together for something that was supposed to be spur of the moment. Alex was a lot more involved than he usually was, but the change was refreshing.
The crowd was thick as their car approached the park on Sunday. “How do they know where it will be?”
“The NYPD knows, so they’re probably directing people.” Frank said simply.
They approached the stage at the north edge of the park. The crowd seemed impatient, but somehow Alex made it through the masses in one piece. Alex rushed backstage and tried to get himself hyped. He’d put on countless shows before, but he knew this one could change everything. He grabbed his guitar and rushed onto the makeshift stage. The crowd cheered. Alex smiled at the audience and said, “First of all, I want to thank everybody for coming today. I hope we can put on a good show for you guys today.” More cheering.
Alex knew what the crowd wanted, he launched into one of his biggest hits. Sure enough, they yelled the lyrics along with him, some of the audience dancing and jumping in place. Some of the younger guys started pushing towards the stage to try to mosh, but the security quickly stopped them. It was a family show.
Instantly, Alex felt himself coming down from his cloud as he got into the energy of the crowd. This is what he’d been missing. All his concerts had felt like a production that he’d been forced into, but this was different. He suddenly realized that every single person was just there to enjoy themselves.
Alex played a few songs, just enjoying himself. He knew they had to keep this show short because of all the regulations in place. He smiled to the crowd. “Now I’d like to introduce you guys to a friend of mine. Some of you might know him already, but you might be seeing a lot of this guy soon. Give it up for Gabe Henry!”
Alex ushered over to where Gabe came onto the stage. He went over to his keyboard while Alex went off stage. Alex watched as Gabe played the intro to one of his original songs, giving it all he got. Finally, Alex understood that feeling. The feeling of living in the moment and knowing you had to make the most of it.
After the show, his manager just smiled and told Alex that he had managed to surprise him after all.
Six months later, Alex was in yet another hotel room, taking a break from his most successful tour yet. He turned on the TV just in time to see Gabe come on the screen. He wasn’t surprised to see that Gabe was playing a cool dad who had decided to start a band. Maybe it wasn’t exactly what Gabe had meant by going solo, but Alex saw that smile on his face and knew it was completely genuine.
Word Count: 6060
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Original, Alex Mackenzie ‘verse
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): none
Summary: Famous singer Alex Mackenzie has lost his motivation to be in the spotlight, but he meets an unexpected ally who might just give him the encouragement he needs.
Alex Mackenzie was lost. He had to smile as he approached the ledge of the roof. His father had always laughed at the fact that he named his only son after an explorer, only to have a boy whose head was always lost in the clouds. Looking over the edge, he had to admit, he felt at home up here. He glanced down at the tiny taxi cabs zooming by, the people who looked like ants, racing to grab the money and back home again. His problems felt far away. He lifted his eyes and looked at the river, just visible between much taller buildings. The truth was, he knew he could afford a condo in any of those buildings. He could buy that unit on the roof with the greenhouse that he always admired. He just couldn't justify spending that much money on something he couldn't enjoy. He was barely ever in the city, even though he still considered it home.
"Alex?"
He winced, hearing the voice of his assistant coming from the door to the roof. He couldn't even have five minutes to himself. He hadn't needed an assistant. He'd told them a million times, he could manage just fine. But they'd insisted when he didn't answer his phone one too many times. When he was late for meetings and didn't have any excuse. He didn't know how to explain that he just lost track of time, that his mind was elsewhere. So he'd gotten stuck with Matt. Alex turned towards him now. He looked so young and eager to please. Not that Alex was ancient, having just turned 31, but he felt so removed from the youth culture of today. His target audience, he thought tensely. He couldn't relate to the same people he was trying to sell something to. He finally shook his head and looked at Matt, waiting for him to announce whatever he'd come up here to say.
"You have to get ready for the party tonight."
Oh right. There was always some party. He'd forgotten the reason for this specific one, if he'd ever known. He wondered if there was any way he could get out of it. Probably not. His manager would insist. And if he didn't go to this one, he'd have to go to 2 more, just to make it up. It wasn't worth it. Alex studied Matt for a moment. He was sure the kid looked up to him, even though he never said anything. He'd probably wanted to be a musician himself at one point, but his parents had insisted he go to business school instead. Good for him, Alex thought. It's good to be practical.
Alex started towards the door quickly, not bothering to answer Matt. He brushed by the kid, heading for the elevator on the top floor. Matt followed him quickly.
The elevator ride back down to his floor was too long. Matt kept looking at Alex nervously. Finally he sighed and said, "Mr. Mackenzie?"
"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Alex?" He shook his head. The kid looked even more nervous, if that was possible. "Sorry, what is it?"
"I was going to wait, but I realized you're probably gonna be in a hurry later. Your manager asked me to give this to you." He dug in his oversized coat for a moment and pulled out an envelope, slightly crumpled at the edges. Matt flinched as he handed it to Alex.
Alex was mystified. His manager would call him with any news, good or bad. If Alex didn't answer, he would email him. It'd gotten to the point where his manager put together digests of what was going on. It wasn't that Alex was trying to be difficult. It's just that he didn't hear his phone or he left it in the bathroom or whatever.
He glanced down at the unmarked, sealed envelope. He didn't want to open it here in the elevator with Matt. He couldn't even imagine what might be inside, but he wanted to find out in private.
Matt seemed curious, but he hung back as they got off the elevator and said, "I'll wait downstairs... I wanted to get a coffee. It's gonna be a late night."
Alex just nodded. It seemed like a fair enough excuse. Matt waited while Alex unlocked the door to his apartment. "What?" Alex finally asked. He knew Matt wanted to say something else.
Matt shook his head. "You have to be ready in half an hour. The limo will be waiting. I'll come back up to get you."
"No," Alex shook his head quickly. "I can manage for half an hour by myself."
He let himself into the apartment, knowing he better keep to his word. If not, Matt would come find him anyway and they'd all be late to the party. It seemed like a sin to throw off the schedule like that.
Matt nodded and headed back to the elevator. Alex turned into his apartment, closing the door softly behind him. He didn't bother to lock the door. He'd only be here half an hour and his neighbors never bothered him. He didn't think they cared who he was, most of them too busy with their own lives. One reason he liked New York so much. It was an escape.
His attention turned to the envelope that was still clutched in his hand. He was too curious to wait any longer. He ripped it open. He took out the single folded sheet, opened it and started to read.
On top there was a photocopy with of a bunch of sales figures. Under that, his manager had written:
Alex-
These numbers are terrible. I had to get your attention somehow. Be in my office 9am tomorrow to discuss. We need to do something asap. I'm sending this appointment to Matt. Don't be late.
-Frank
He always thought his manager was too brash. He'd known his sales had been dropping, but it was just the market. Traditional album sales were a dying breed. He wasn't worried, he knew he had plenty of radio play, internet streams and iTunes downloads. He didn't know why Frank was so worried about album sales. He studied the sales figures for a moment, he never understood them, but maybe it was more than just album sales here. Alex wasn't sure.
He put down the paper and started going through his closet. He'd forgotten to ask what kind of party they were going to. Of course he'd forgotten. He didn't know if he should wear the sharp suit or the purposely ripped jeans and t-shirt. He didn't care what he looked like, but he knew Frank cared and the media cared. He seemed to be on shaky ground already, he couldn't risk anything more. He pulled out his phone to text Matt, but Matt had already send him a text, telling him to put on the suit. He had to hand it to the kid, Matt was a good assistant.
Alex dressed quickly, barely taking the time to straighten his tie and comb his hair. These little things meant a lot to other people, but they meant nothing to him. He knew appearances were deceiving.
He made it down to the lobby with a few minutes to spare. He spotted Matt sitting on the marble ledge, reading one of those free papers full of ads. Alex walked over to him and smiled. Matt glanced up and quickly put down the paper. He stood up, looking at his watch. "I'm sorry, Mr. Mac- Alex... You're early."
"Yeah, I figured we should get this show on the road. Where am I going tonight anyway?"
"It's the annual tribute to jazz legends." Matt didn't even have to check his phone, he just knew. His eyes were wide.
Alex chuckled. "You seem excited."
"Yeah, wish I could go."
"Oh?" For some reason, Alex had expected Matt to tag along, as he often did.
"It's a VIP only event. You know, lots of A list celebrities."
Alex actually snorted. "I'm not exactly A list."
But he felt the lights on his back and he turned towards the window. There was the paparazzi, already busy taking pictures, as reliable as ever. Their flashbulbs blinded Alex for a long moment. He shook his head and turned back towards Matt. He could never understand why the photographers were interested in him. "Maybe we should go down to the basement," he said to Matt. "Do you know where the limo is?"
"Actually, it's already waiting in the basement. I'll tell the driver we're on our way."
"Thanks," Alex sighed, heading towards the elevator. Matt followed quickly, placing the call and efficiently giving instructions. He hung up just as the elevator doors closed behind him. "Sure you don't wanna go instead of me?" Alex asked lightly.
Matt just chuckled. "The paparazzi aren't so bad. Man, I'd take them in a second if I could be in your place for one night."
"Go ahead." Alex was smiling, but Matt looked pale, like he regretted saying anything. Alex shook his head. "Don't worry. It's OK to get excited. One of us has to be excited."
Matt shook his head. "I don't understand it." He trailed off.
Alex knew what he meant. He sighed. "Me neither. You know, I used to be excited. This just isn't exciting any more, I guess. It's just too much." He didn't know how to explain it. Matt shook his head, but he didn't want to ask any more questions. They stepped out of the elevator and Matt led the way to the limo in silence. Alex got in and soon enough, he was off to the party.
==
"Alex Mackenzie." The man smiled widely as he held out his hand to Alex.
It actually took Alex a moment to realize he'd said his own name. He shook his head and took his hand. "Yes... And you... Wait. I know you." The man's eyes were shining in the dim light. Alex studied him closely. "You're that pianist who played for Carl Fulton and what's that band... 32 Below."
"And George Foster and Jamie Hope... Among others. The name is Gabe Henry." The smile stayed on his face as he shook hands for a beat too long. "I heard you might be here tonight."
"Well, yeah, I'm here." Alex looked around the crowded reception. There were plenty of celebrities with drinks in hand, but there were plenty of people he didn’t recognize. Probably rich people who supported the arts. Alex had been hoping to skip this part and go straight to the meal. At least no one could bother him if there was a speaker who droned on and on.
"Can I get you a drink?" Gabe pulled his attention back. He was already holding a vodka with ice in one hand.
Alex shook his head. "No thanks, I don't drink."
"I'm shocked." The smile turned into a smirk, still a few watts too bright for the occasion.
"I've way too many horror stories." It wasn't the full truth, but Alex just shook his head. "I'm sorry, did you want my signature or something?" He knew that every conversation got to this moment eventually, might as well get to the point.
"Oh no," Gabe shook his head, he was still smiling. "I just wanted some advice. I'm going solo."
Alex looked him up and down, the guy must have been at least 50. The corners of his eyes seemed to fold in on themselves and his forehead had several deep wrinkles. His dark hair was speckled with gray. Alex was confused, this guy was a career musician. He had all the fun without nearly as much risk. Instead of saying all that, he just shook his head. "I think you've got the wrong guy."
Alex turned to leave, but Gabe held him back. "No, wait. Hear me out." He seemed to collect his thoughts, his confidence never wavering. "While I don't want to sell myself short, it's just that piano players aren't popular. Unless you're Billy Joel or something, it isn't easy to be a pianist. I think I can do it though. I just thought you must have some advice... You made it big before you could vote."
Alex shrugged, but he had to smile, just a little. "It was all dumb luck. I was just a kid playing a guitar in a dinky little club."
"And your manager Frank Little happened to be there. I know, I know." Gabe was still smiling, even though he seemed annoyed.
"Yeah, that's the story they tell, and it's true. I'm one out of a million... A billion, probably. I think it gives kids hope they can do it too. People love that stuff."
Gabe seemed to consider that for a moment. "Hmm, well, I'm the underdog."
Alex shook his head. He couldn't bring himself to burst this guy's bubble. "I'm sorry I can't help you. I honestly don't know how I do it. I've got managers and assistants to figure that stuff out. I just keep playing music."
"No offense, but you seem a little haughty."
"Haughty?" Alex laughed for the first time that night. "Who says that anymore?"
Gabe just shrugged. "I guess I do. Hey, if you come up with any ideas, could you give me a ring?" He dug in his pocket for a business card.
Alex took it, studying it for a long moment. He took in the name, address and phone number. No email. This guy really was old fashioned. He hated to make false promises, but he found himself nodding. "Yeah, I'll try."
"Thank you," Gabe shook his hand again, not letting go for a long moment. "Thank you so much."
Alex went off to find his seat. He tried to focus on this year's honorees, but he just kept thinking about Gabe and wondering how an old man could have so much energy. It was more than that. It was something most people give up by the time they hit 30. Gabe had ambition.
==
Alex woke in his own bed, blurry eyed, but sober, early the next morning. Sunlight streamed in the cracks between his open blinds. He remembered the meeting as he glanced at his phone, his alarm wasn't due to go off for a while. He knew he wouldn't fall back asleep, so he got up to make coffee. It was the only addictive thing he ever allowed himself and anyway, coffee wasn't addictive. He never got headaches when he went without.
Alex went through his morning routine, savoring the blissful quiet. His phone was in the bedroom, but he was all too glad to have no one bothering him for once. He read the paper slowly, stopping to jot down one or two ideas to turn into lyrics later. The ideas never stopped, but he'd learned how to focus them. How to know what was worthwhile and what was trash. Then again, he would have thought no one wanted to hear a song about umbrellas or what the fox says, so you never know.
He looked up when there was a light knock on the door. Could it be time to leave already? He glanced at his watch and shook his head. He couldn’t believe that so much time had gotten away from him.
Matt just shook his head as Alex opened the door. "Are you ready? The car is waiting downstairs."
Alex shook his head. "As ready as I'll ever be for this meeting. Come on, let's get this over with."
Matt sighed, waiting as Alex grabbed his stuff and locked the apartment. They headed towards the elevator, down to the basement together. Today, Matt got in the car with Alex. "I've got some work to do in the office."
Alex nodded and asked the driver to turn on the radio. He just wanted something to be filling this awkward time before he met his manager. He was sure the meeting would be hard enough. He didn't need an empty car weighing on his nerves.
A light pop song filled the car. It was one of those kids that were so popular today, singing a catchy tune that had nothing behind it but flashy lights and a polished look. He resisted the urge to tell the driver to turn it off. Maybe there was something to learn from the song. He pictured the singer, a girl with a cute smile and a cute butt. No, there was nothing to learn. The girl wasn’t even a very good singer.
==
It wasn’t long before Alex was sitting at the end of the conference table, listening to his manager, Frank, talk about numbers and statistics and how everything looked terrible. Alex tried to focus, but he felt his attention wavering. His eyes stopped on one of the many gold records that lined the room. He had no idea who the band was, some heavy metal act. He tried to read their names, but the print was too small and he was too far away.
“You’re not focused!” Frank snapped suddenly.
Alex sat up, feeling the clouds slowly lifting. He looked at Frank, at the other end of the long table. “I am focused.”
“You’re not,” he shook his head. “It’s like you don’t care anymore and the audience can tell. Look, if you don’t care about your career, I could have a line of guys around the block who would take it in a second. You need to shape up. I’ve given you plenty of time, this is your last chance. Now, I have a few options we can discuss.”
Alex shook his head, clearing out the last dregs of his daydream. “I do care. If you want new music, I could get you a demo by tomorrow morning.” He had been working on new stuff, he was always working on new stuff.
“No,” Frank said simply. “Look, I love your stuff as much as the next guy, but it’s not only about the music, you know that. I’ve realized it doesn’t matter what you say, it’s how you say it. Especially these days, it’s not about sales anymore. It’s about the audience... how you can give them more and get more from them. Anyway, you just put out an album, you don’t need any more stuff right now. No, you need to do something different.”
“OK, what are you suggesting?” Alex wasn’t so excited about what Frank might suggest, but he knew he had to hear Frank out.
“There’s that Rock the Boat cruise coming up in February.”
“A cruise?” Alex shook his head. He knew tons of bands were getting into that scene, but he wasn’t interested. “I don’t think so.”
"Alex, can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead."
"Are you scared of people?"
"What?" He asked too quickly, suddenly feeling defensive.
"The mysterious Alex Mack... You always want to be alone, you avoid confrontation and conversations. Yeah, I can imagine why you wouldn't want to get on a boat, surrounded by people for 3 days. You put on a good enough show on stage, but I think people can tell. You need to clean up your act. I'm giving you a week."
Alex shook his head, totally confused. "A week until what? You make it sound like I'm on drugs or something. You know I'm clean."
"Yeah, thank God for that," Frank rolled his eyes. "But you're just too boring. You need to do something exciting. This week. Otherwise we'll have to discuss the terms of your contract."
"What? You're gonna end my contract because I'm boring? That's a little ridiculous. I'm a good musician, I know I am. You said so yourself."
"I don't care if you're the next Frank Sinatra, who by the way, had plenty going on. The public wants excitement. Your numbers aren't up to par, and I don't think that's gonna change unless you shake things up. It's either change or get pushed to the wayside. Like most things in life." He actually smiled at his observation.
"Well do you have any suggestions for me? I'd like to avoid losing my job, if possible."
Frank shrugged. "Get yourself out there. You know how a couple years ago, everyone did flash mobs? Something like that, but please don't actually do that. You'll seem out of touch. Anyway, I don’t care. Just do something. Surprise me."
Alex nodded slowly, still not sure what Frank wanted from him. "OK..." He knew he'd figure something out. He had to.
==
Alex slammed his door and peeled off his jacket. He went into his kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked inside. Nothing. Maybe he could text Matt to pick up some take out. Alex shook his head, closing the refrigerator. Matt was still at his desk at the record company, not having to worry about getting fired. He'd probably be assigned some other star the second Alex lost his contract, not that it was going to happen if Alex had any say in the matter.
He was Alex Mackenzie, he knew he could do something interesting. He went over to the guitar that was sitting in the corner, picked it up and sat down on his couch. He played some chords and immediately sang some of the lyrics that had been on his mind.
He never had a problem coming up with lyrics or new guitar riffs. His head never stopped spinning, constantly spewing out new ideas. He knew some of his songs were very good. His first hit single, the song that had made his manager notice him, had won him a Grammy. He didn’t take much stock in awards, a part of him still thought someone must have paid for it, but that gold record player on his mantle looked so good. He stared up at it, admiring the fine craftsmanship, the engraved letters that spelled out his name. It was the one thing he would always have, no matter what happened. He told himself to snap out of it, he didn’t want it all to end. Constantly being in the spotlight was terrible, but he knew it was worth it. He didn’t want to go back to playing on street corners or little clubs for a wooden nickel a night. He was finally comfortable and maybe that was his problem. He was too comfortable.
He jumped up suddenly and rushed over to his jacket. He thought of the only person who he'd met in a long time who seemed to genuinely care about anything besides himself. Alex pulled out the business card, it was still sharp in his hand.
Gabe Henry could give him some advice, no doubt about it.
==
"Hello." Gabe answered quickly, like he knew who was calling, even though that was impossible.
Alex paused for a second. "Hi, this is Alex... Alex Mackenzie."
"Oh wow, OK. Hi, how are you?"
"Am I catching you at a bad time?"
"No, not at all." Alex could hear him shuffling papers, followed by a loud bang in the background. "I just wasn't expecting you to call so soon."
"I can call back later... If it's more convenient."
"It's fine." A dog was barking on Gabe's end. "Let me just get the dog on his leash. I needed to take a break anyway."
"Um... I'm sorry to bother you."
"The dog was already bugging me." Alex could practically hear Gabe’s smile. "So, did you think about what I asked you? Do you think you could help me out?"
"What?" Alex had completely forgotten that Gabe had been the one to originally ask for advice. "Oh, sorry. I was actually... um..." It was hard for him to admit out loud. "I was gonna ask you for help." He sputtered quickly, half hoping that Gabe wouldn't understand him.
"You're kidding me. Let me get this straight. Alex Mackenzie is asking me for help. Wow."
"I... Um, yeah." He barely managed to choke it out. "It's kind of a long story. Do you want to meet up?"
"Of course!" Even his voice was bright and full of life. "When would you be available?"
"Is today out of the question?" Alex glanced at his watch and suddenly regretted asking the question. It was already 3pm.
"No, that would be fine. I basically got everything done already. I would just need to wrap up. I guess everyone will have to manage dinner without me for one night ."
"Oh, we don't have to do dinner. Just coffee somewhere."
"Coffee at night is a terrible idea," but Gabe chuckled anyway. "No, dinner it is. I know a great Chinese place. Quiet and out of the way."
"OK, great." Because if anything needed to be kept quiet, this was it.
Gabe recited the address. Alex jotted it down and said goodbye. He punched it into Google maps and realized it was an actual Chinese restaurant in Chinatown. He guessed he shouldn't have been so surprised.
==
Alex stepped through the door and looked around at the shabby restaurant. He'd expected red and gold dragons and decorations everywhere, maybe a huge fish tank and a watercolor or two. The place was just one of those holes with the menu displayed on a flickering screen, a few tables and an old man working behind the counter. A tall kid rushed past him, holding two big bags of delivery. He couldn't have been 16. Alex turned his eyes towards Gabe, who stood up to greet him. "Great, you found the place." He smiled widely as Alex approached.
Alex shook his head. "Yeah, what kind of place is this anyway?"
"Oh, they make a great Crab Rangoon, best I ever had."
"If you say so." Alex was already doubtful about the quality of food here, but he really didn't have much choice.
He was about to sit down, but Gabe eyed him and said, "oh, we have to order at the counter. The old man doesn't really speak English. What do you want?"
Alex looked up at the menu, realizing that everything was written in Chinese. "Sesame chicken." It was the first thing he thought of.
Gabe nodded and went over to the cash register. Alex watched in awe as Gabe spoke to the old man in what must have been Chinese, and it was more than just a few words. Gabe paid for the order and thanked the man. "How do you know Chinese?" Alex asked when the old man turned into the kitchen.
"Oh it's nothing." Gabe smiled and laughed it off. "I only know enough to order food and ask for the bathroom. I guess I just have a knack for languages."
"That's not nothing! You had a whole conversation with him. Most people don't even try."
"That's just it! I want to experience the world around me. How else am I gonna get a donut in Berlin?"
"Oh my god," Alex chuckled for a long moment at the well known reference. He couldn't stop, for once he was actually enjoying himself. He noticed something else too. Gabe didn't say what most people did or what anyone else should do. He just enjoyed himself. Alex finally shook his head, and changed the subject. "By the way, you didn't have to pay.” He started to reach for his wallet, but Gabe stopped him.
"No, no. This is my treat. In exchange for not telling anyone about this place. I like it how it is, nice and quiet. Anyway, it will be great to tell everyone I took Alex McKenzie out to eat."
Alex couldn't help smiling. "I knew it. Hey, earlier, you said you would have to leave everyone for dinner. Do you have a family?"
"Yeah, a wife and two beautiful daughters. I can't believe they're already teenagers." His eyes lit up at the mention. “And of course the dog.”
"You can't be that old."
"I'm not. I got married young. I think that's one reason I never went off on my own before now." There was an uncharacteristic sad note in his voice for just a moment, but he was still smiling.
"Yeah, look... About that," Alex shook his head. For a moment, he'd forgotten why he'd come.
"Oh no. Let's eat something first." Gabe shook his head, peering back into the kitchen. It was as if he'd timed it perfectly. Their orders were ready at exactly that moment.
They watched as the old man brought the steaming food out on plastic trays. Alex and Gabe each took a tray and went over to one of the tables. They sat down and Alex took in the smell of fresh, hot food. "It does look good."
"Dig in." Gabe said, completely serious. He picked up a piece of crab Rangoon. "Do you want some?"
"Oh no, thanks." Alex jabbed a piece of sesame chicken with his fork, blew on it and tasted it. It was amazing. No MSG here, they used fresh ingredients. "Oh wow, you were right. This is really good."
"I told you. Are you sure you don't want to try this?" Gabe asked through half a mouthful of crab.
Alex just shook his head and ate for a while in silence. He waited for what seemed like the right time and finally said, "now can we talk?"
"Oh yeah," Gabe smiled. "Sorry, I was kind of hungry before. My mind was focused on the Rangoon. Anyway, what did you want to ask me?”
Alex took in this tenacious man, who seemed to have enough ambition and gumption to outlast 10 pop stars. “I understand that you have a family, but how come you never went solo before? You could do it.”
“Well, it’s been on my mind for a while, but I think I’m gonna go ahead and do it.”
“Why now?”
“Well, my father died last year.”
“Sorry,” Alex muttered.
“No, he was an old coot. Anyway, he saved everything. He had all kinds of junk. Toys from when he was a kid, a few signed first editions of records and books, my mother’s jewelry.”
“So, you sold it all?”
“Yeah, we don’t have room. We have an apartment in Chelsea. Anyway, we finally have a safety net. My wife is a teacher. We’ve been scraping by for years. I feel like I can finally afford to take a risk, you know?”
“You don’t seem to have any problem taking risks,” Alex observed.
Gabe smiled at the compliment, but shook his head. “It’s different when you have two little kids to feed. Of course some of the money will go to the girls’ education, but I’m not too worried. I feel like it’s now or never.”
“Right…” Alex was a little taken aback. “How are you ever gonna make it? No offense, but…”
“I’m old, right?” Gabe still smiled brightly, his eyes mischievous. “Trust me, I know. The industry likes fresh, young faces. I’m hoping to be the exception. I mean, I could go on America’s Got Talent, there’s no cut off age.”
Alex made a face, hopefully it wasn’t too obvious. “Do you really want to do that?”
Gabe shrugged. “You’ve got to start somewhere. Didn’t Next Step get started on one of those shows? It couldn’t hurt. I could use your advice though.”
“I’m not sure what to tell you,” Alex muttered. It seemed like the tables had turned back on him. Gabe seemed to have everything he could hope for, but he still wanted more. He seemed willing to take a chance on almost anything. Alex had been the one with the most to lose, but he’d been playing it safe, getting too comfortable. He sighed. “I was actually hoping to get your advice. I need to know what I should do to get some attention.” He shook his head and told Gabe everything. How he’d lost focus, how everyone seemed to think he’d lost his desire to be a performer. But he hadn’t lost it, he said. He hadn’t even known it was gone in the first place.
“So your manager wants you to pull off a publicity stunt?” Gabe asked after he considered everything for a long moment.
“Yes, exactly,” Alex actually chuckled, despite everything.
Gabe smiled widely. “That’s easy. You need the element of surprise, but of course everyone needs to know about it ahead of time.”
“How am I ever gonna do something like that?”
“Well, that’s why there’s something called social media, my friend.” Gabe smiled, gesturing Alex to hand over his phone. Alex did so reluctantly and watched as Gabe set everything into motion.
==
Alex had always thought the first rule of social media was never to say where you were at any given time, but Gabe said it was fine. It helped that his kids turned out to big fans. They helped spread the message after Gabe tweeted out the location from Alex’s account. Soon it was all over facebook and tumblr. Alex even heard the story on a popular radio station. The DJ simply said that something was going down in Union Square on Sunday, and no one seemed to know what it was. Alex made sure to clear everything with his manager, who seemed excited. His manager said he would take care of all the red tape with the NYPD and their security.
There seemed a thousand details to put together for something that was supposed to be spur of the moment. Alex was a lot more involved than he usually was, but the change was refreshing.
The crowd was thick as their car approached the park on Sunday. “How do they know where it will be?”
“The NYPD knows, so they’re probably directing people.” Frank said simply.
They approached the stage at the north edge of the park. The crowd seemed impatient, but somehow Alex made it through the masses in one piece. Alex rushed backstage and tried to get himself hyped. He’d put on countless shows before, but he knew this one could change everything. He grabbed his guitar and rushed onto the makeshift stage. The crowd cheered. Alex smiled at the audience and said, “First of all, I want to thank everybody for coming today. I hope we can put on a good show for you guys today.” More cheering.
Alex knew what the crowd wanted, he launched into one of his biggest hits. Sure enough, they yelled the lyrics along with him, some of the audience dancing and jumping in place. Some of the younger guys started pushing towards the stage to try to mosh, but the security quickly stopped them. It was a family show.
Instantly, Alex felt himself coming down from his cloud as he got into the energy of the crowd. This is what he’d been missing. All his concerts had felt like a production that he’d been forced into, but this was different. He suddenly realized that every single person was just there to enjoy themselves.
Alex played a few songs, just enjoying himself. He knew they had to keep this show short because of all the regulations in place. He smiled to the crowd. “Now I’d like to introduce you guys to a friend of mine. Some of you might know him already, but you might be seeing a lot of this guy soon. Give it up for Gabe Henry!”
Alex ushered over to where Gabe came onto the stage. He went over to his keyboard while Alex went off stage. Alex watched as Gabe played the intro to one of his original songs, giving it all he got. Finally, Alex understood that feeling. The feeling of living in the moment and knowing you had to make the most of it.
After the show, his manager just smiled and told Alex that he had managed to surprise him after all.
Six months later, Alex was in yet another hotel room, taking a break from his most successful tour yet. He turned on the TV just in time to see Gabe come on the screen. He wasn’t surprised to see that Gabe was playing a cool dad who had decided to start a band. Maybe it wasn’t exactly what Gabe had meant by going solo, but Alex saw that smile on his face and knew it was completely genuine.