Sean Ratcliff (blind_music) wrote in tell_a_tale, @ 2008-06-23 11:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | nathan brooks, player: dan, sean ratcliff |
Who: Sean Ratcliff And Nathan Brooks
What: Interveiw of Sean
Where: Seattle: Sean's backyard, by the pool
When: Around 11:00 in the morning on, June 23rd
Rating: Pg:13 for Language
Status: Complete.
Green=Sean
Maroon=Nate
Sean had met the Journalist at the front door, and with a couple greeting gestures, they were heading for the back yard. He looked at the man, by the name of Nathan and asked politely. "Anything to drink? Strawberry kool-aid? Bud? Water?" He laughed as he opened his fridge and pulled his brew out, and he heard the same response for a cold beer for the british man. So, they soon were sitting and Nate held up a recordning device. That didn't bother the rockstar, so he nodded and laughed. "Fuck, I'm recorded most of my life. So what different does it make, Right?"
Nate was happy to meet the kid. He was very wholesome, and after all, he was sent by his magazine to take a couple pictures and never to actually meet the kid. But now he had, he was alright. So with sitting down with the man who just had a whirlwind events of recent, was a good chance to see what the kid has for guts. Once seated and bottle open he set the recornding device on the table. Taking a drink he chuckled at his comment. "So, explain, Strawberry Kool-aid?"
"Strawbery kool-aid? Oh! Emma, she can't love with out the stuff."
"Oh? So, tell me about Emma? How'd you two meet?"
"We met over some journal conversation. And I invited her out to visit and we had a wonderful date."
"Did she have sex with you on the first date?"
"Oh come on. I'd never kiss and tell."
"Not even once?"
"I'm sorry. Not once." That was when Sean glanced over to his blonde wife sun bathing by the pool.
"So that's her? She's pretty. How'd it happen? How'd you just happen to get lucky?" Nate asked taking a happy drink from the beer in his hand.
"Lucky. I'd like to say it's fate, but I did get very lucky. I'm a lucky guy to have tripped and fallen right into her. I'm a happy guy. What can I say. I love her."
"Love?"
"Yes love. Don't beleive in Love Mr. Brooks?"
"Can't say I do. But I'm suppose to be asking the questions, Sir." Nate laughed alittle shifting in his chair. "So, how did it happen? All this. Being dare I say, a Rock Star?"
"Simple I suppose, I met my mates, and we hit off in highschool in LA. And then next thing you knew, were always jamming togeather in Jazz Band practice, of course not what were suppose to. Next thing we were in a grage practiceing. Amazing right?"
"Pretty amazing. So tell me about your first gig."
"Oh. We were all nervous as hell. It was closer to those reckless times where we all were experimenting. We got our hands on some coke and did a bunch before we went on stage." Sean laughed. "It was crazy, that's for sure. Though, we all decided after that, we'd never do it again."
"Coke? Crazy? Sean Ratcliff? How come all those go so well togeather?"
"Because I'm sort of that way. Fucking crazy."
[Continues on for an hour or so...]