[This is merely character development for what will progress into a romance story. If you're looking for immediate sexual content, this is not the story for you.]
As his fingers strummed the last chord of his encore, the uproar of females' satisfied screams flooded Jake's ears. The stage lights went off and he quickly grasped his amplifier chord with his sweaty fingers and pulled it out before walking offstage with his guitar. It had been a long and grueling set, but Jake was pleased with his performance. Although he was labeled as a pop star, his fans had the patience and the courtesy to let him explore some blues guitar riffs throughout his music when he performed live.
Jake ran his calloused fingers through his sweaty hair as he pulled the Fender over his shoulder and handed it to the old stage manager. The old man was in his mid-fifties and bundled up tightly, despite the massive amount of electrical equipment and radios that seemed to be permanently attached to his body. He gave Jake a look-over, followed by a curious and bewildered look at which Jake laughed.
"It's a hell of a lot hotter under those stage lights than I think that crowd realizes," Jake explained, nodding towards the set he'd just finished his concert on. He smiled, lifting his arm up to wipe the sweat off his brow.
"When I'm out on stage I sweat like crazy, even in negative degree weather. Although don't tell the fans that, I don't think they'd find me as sexy anymore," he joked.
The old man chuckled and patted Jake on the back. "I wouldn't worry about that boy; you've even got my old lady wrapped around your finger."
It was the middle of February in Michigan and his manager had foolishly booked an outdoor concert. That didn't deter the thousands of girls that had lined up for Jake's performance. Jake sighed, happy that it was over. Jake loved music, that was for sure, but the music he wrote that made him famous wasn't the music that inspired his musical passion. He'd set out to be a blues artist originally; he'd grown up with a passion for artists like Stevie Ray Vaughn and Eric Clapton. Except, his career hadn't exactly started off that way. Jake was young when he first truly started to pursue his musical interests, and his lyrics missed the depth and wisdom of an older, wiser blues musician. Instead, his first record was reflective of his young age and lack of life experience, all set to a catchy pop-beat. His first EP picked up label interest, and he signed on with Awake Records in less than six months. His lack of love and search for a soul mate grasped the hearts of millions of women, making his record sales soar.
At the persuasion of his manager, Jake had cut and styled his hair, worn the designer clothes, dated the A-list female celebrities. His second album had been a bit more daring – not as much pop and some subtle blues riffs. Thanks to the media he'd generated with his first album, his second one had even greater success. Followed by the constant flood of tours, press dates, functions, and awards shows, Jake's popularity skyrocketed, and with it went all of Jake's privacy.
After a few successful albums, Jake started to regret his façade. This tour had been different for that reason – Jake started to break out of his shell. He stopped dating the phony A-list girls, stopped wearing the fancy clothes, and his hair became shaggy and tousled. Fortunately for his music, and unfortunately for his personal life, his undeniable talent for the guitar and his good looks kept him on every girl's sex list and kept his tour booked solid. After taking a break to record some new songs, Jake hit the tour circuit again – this time with a bluesy edge to his music. Critics and fans embraced the new Jake, and his new sound opened doors for work with other musicians. For the most part, everything Jake wanted was going smoothly – except when it came to his lack of a love life.
"Hey man, we're all going back on the bus. Mike got some sandwiches and we hooked up the systems so we can beat your ass at Halo."
Jake looked over and grinned at his friend Jeff, who also played the bass in his band.
"Come on, man," Jake smirked. "You know I was born to kill bionically augmented men."
