Steamin

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

This story was requested by an old friend of mine and the idea was entirely his. I dedicate it to him, who has asked to be unnamed here. I hope this story brightens your day.

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Long Island, New York

July 2012

A clear blue sky was a greeting to a fresh new day during the work week as the rain from the weekend had been washed away the previous day. Birds chirping outside from the gated entrance of the house made for a pleasant feeling outside. Multiple trucks and a few cars sat in the driveway for crew men and actors that had duty inside on the set. The Monday blues were gone now, as the week had adjusted to a better day now. It was always easier to put hours in and move forward once shaking off that one rough day to start a work schedule. Katherine Heigl knew what that was like, or at least she believed that she had more experience than anyone else working on the set of this film.

With a salary adjusted into multi-millions per movie, the bombshell blonde actress refused to sign her name on paper unless she was making a full pay check. Her reputation had become known throughout Hollywood social circles at this point, coming with certain nicknames that may have been unflattering towards anyone else. The bitch in heels for one took a certain sense of pride in her 'hard to work with' labels. Katherine didn't care about the negative press, not when she was banking millions of dollars per film, regardless of their box office results. She knew better for this project, as it had the word 'bomb' written all over it. The company had already cashed in on enough product placements to ensure they would make a decent return regardless the box office results.

Doug Moore wasn't a well known director for racking up award nominations through his time in Hollywood. The company had chosen him for the sole purpose of saving money on their budget, as the largest chunk of it was going to one actress who refused to take a pay cut. Katherine's agent only furthered her cutthroat business approach. As the only 'big name' signed to the project, Katherine was surrounded by a cast of B and C level talent. Their names had been plugged from TV shows, including one of her Grey's Anatomy costars Justin Chambers. The script was for a romantic-comedy where Katherine played a divorced wife attempting to unite her family in the Hamptons for a holiday event. With Justin playing her ex-husband on camera, she felt a level of comfort around an old friend.

The script and planned scenes were ridiculous, but Katherine didn't feel it was worthy of complaining. She made her money and that was all that mattered in her eyes. So far, the production had begun going back two weeks ago and looked to be wrapped up before July came to an end. This made situations easier for Katherine, as she couldn't wait to get out of New York and fly back home to Utah. Her husband was off on tour at the moment and Katherine had made plans to meet with an old acquittance she had once had an affair with a few years prior. It seemed that each time they planned to get together, a roadblock was thrown up in the paved streets of life. Her loneliness during the past three months had only created a number of frustrations with her short temper.

She wasn't the type of woman to take no for an answer, regardless the situation. Katherine felt if she wanted something, she had to reach out and 'grab life by the balls', as she had once told a friend. Doug Moore knew better than to question her authority on the set. Even though it was his film, Katherine had control of the work environment and quickly built an atmosphere that made her comfortable, regardless how the rest of the cast and crew felt. Her bodyguards were always on set, often sitting around in their own personalized chairs next to the actors. Doug had what he described as a vacation home in the Hamptons, now serving as the set piece for the entire film. It made the budget easier to navigate around Katherine's large pay check, but also an ample opportunity for him to bring his son into the set.

Dave didn't mind having a role in one of his father's films, knowing it would mean he had an easy paycheck waiting for him. The twenty-three year old man had yet to do anything with his life after flunking out of a university scholarship bought and paid for by his old man. Doug had tried to mold his son into having a successful adult life where he could work in Hollywood, going as far as to send him to the Julliard School in New York. It was there that Dave made friends among fellow musicians, later dropping out to pursue what he thought was going to be the creation of a Heavy Metal band. It all fell to pieces within four months due to partying and the clash of egos among the musicians. He had talent as a guitar player, but sometimes it was difficult to put down the bong.

All of that had led him currently unemployed, but he promised his dad that he had 'something big coming up', just around the corner as he would lie. At any given moment, Dave believed that by uploading videos of his guitar playing onto the internet, he would land a dream gig somewhere. His actions had resulted into a following on Youtube with thousands of comments praising his ability to play covers of classic Metal songs and nail the solos note by note. In the end, he had yet to get that phone call he was expecting from an old band about to hit the road touring and needing a hot shot lead guitar player. Some of his friends had told him that it was all a waste of time, but Dave couldn't persuaded to give up. One day, he was going to prove them all wrong. He at least had his father backing him from the corner, who was impressed enough by his son's guitar talents, he scripted a scene for him in the film.

A special scene had been set in the film that involved Dave, playing the son of Katherine and Justin's adopted son. Through the script, every scene built up to the event of a party and family reunion. Such a day that would come crashing down from their son playing loud music. Doug went as far as to rent a real double cabinet set of Marshall JCM800 amplifiers. With product placements covering much of the film, it wasn't difficult to acquire a real deal Gibson guitar. Dave requested that the guitar be a Les Paul Custom in alpine white with gold hardware. Money had been spent from the budget in acquiring a number of licensed songs to be used and he talked his father into going with an Ozzy Osbourne song. Crazy Train was recommended and Dave agreed, knowing he could nail Rhoads' infamous solos he had spent years practicing.

The Marshall cabinet and guitar had been placed upstairs in the house, modelling out what would be the bedroom for his character in the film. Since it was his father's home despite currently working as a set, Dave came and went as he pleased. Downstairs a room had been designated to hair and makeup, but he seen no need to get fixed up. With his long brown hair and clean shaved face, he already had the look of a Metal head to go with his skinny build. There was no need for a small slice of the budget to be wasted on his clothes. Not when he could show up in band shirts, ripped jeans and wearing his black studded leather belt. Dave made himself look like a Metal head straight out of 1985. The ward robe budget and makeup was for the real actors and actresses on the set, all revolving around one special woman who had solidified herself in a level of power among the set.

Dave had first taken a look at Katherine Heigl a week ago while hanging out on the set. She had stepped outside, dressed up in a fancy white dress that exposed her heavy cleavage on point. Her golden hair was carefully fixed up in a stunning bun style, revealing her ears with small diamonds glimmering from the lobes. Those big brown eyes were soon glaring at him as she stood in front of the young man and gave him a stern expression. Dave didn't think twice before realizing that Katherine Heigl had caught him standing there, gazing at her breasts with a dumbfounded expression across his silly face. She didn't look amused, as her body language was enough to tell him that she was not someone to double-cross. He stepped away from her, quickly walking off as her eyes followed him in the same dominant matter as her striking pose.

Katherine had a way of intimidating people outside of her attitude and reputation on the set. Dave knew his actions were rude, but what did he care? It was the first time he had seen a beautiful woman with a great rack since his days in college. It may have only been a few months ago, but it almost felt as if those days came from a lifetime ago with how fast life was flying by. The days of drinking through beers and blazing up with the best weed his money could by. Dave had once had a girlfriend back at Julliard, but she had made sure to take her career in music theory more seriously than him. Now he found himself lusting over a bombshell blonde actress whom he had every right to fear based on the aura of demeanor she carried herself with. Her eyes had burned through his soul that day and he could not easily forget that stern expression she gave him.

Everything had to be Katherine's way or no way. The cast and crew quickly learned that from dealing with the actress on set. Katherine didn't need to raise her voice or yell at anyone. She made her presence known fast, even going as far as to have the director himself back her on any demands she wanted. With dresses and jewelry that racked up several thousands of dollars in budget, she took it upon herself to dress for the occasion. After all, she figured that she was the sole reason people would see this lousy film, so she wanted to impress her audience alone. All in her mind, Katherine knew the film was going to be a bomb but she didn't care. While getting paid millions, she at least wanted to relax despite her frustrations in life. Much of it having to do with her husband who refused to take a break from his tours.

A relationship involving two separate careers came with it's own level of difficulty. Katherine had been frustrated for the past week with her husband not taking the time to engage with her in their usual long talks over the phone. She couldn't fret it, as she was planning on having another affair as a way of punishing him for his selfishness alone. Their marriage had moments like this, as Katherine felt isolated all by herself with no one to rely on for satisfying her lustful hunger. The urges would come up from time to time when she needed to let out her frustrations and fuck someone to get her mind off stress. Back in Los Angeles, she could call favors for men who knew their place with her and have affairs on the side. Unfortunately for her, she didn't know anyone in New York, let alone rely on her paid security and bodyguards who she always kept around.

So far today, nothing had been going Katherine's way back on the set. Two actors refused to show up to finish a scene that involved her and Justin Chambers. Sharing her brooding anger, Justin was not happy at all for it seemed he had plans for the weekend. The director made calls to extend filming an extra day, going as far as to fine his actors for not showing up at all on the set. Katherine insisted they must have been out partying the night before, commenting on how lazy they were on the previous day. Justin agreed, chuckling at her remarks all while Dave observed the situation from the staircase leading down into the living room. The house contained more bedrooms upstairs than the bottom floor where large rooms made up for for gatherings. A beige color covered every wall, up and down stairs. Leading up to the stairs was a wooden floor down below.

It was hard to keep quiet when stepping across the wooden floor pieces. Dave made sure he took his shoes off before going upstairs, all so no one could hear him as he sneaked his way back to the decorated bedroom of his set area. A big smirk ran across his lips as he looked at the Marshall cabinet amplifiers. The JCM800 had been his dream cabinet, knowing that it was what all the old Metal greats used back in the day. Sitting on a stand next to the amps was the alpine white Gibson Les Paul Custom, already plugged into the amp. The gold tuning keys and pickup covers gleamed from the light. A large black leather strap was connected to the guitar featuring four rows of studs all the way down. If only the set could be cleared, Dave had plans for turning on the amp and blasting a wall of sound with it's power. This was as close as he could get to living out a dream with a stage show.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... You always have some excuse. Mmmhhhmmmm, heard that one before. Got a new one for me this time or do you want to give me the same sorry ass bullshit? Oh honey, I'm busy! Oh baby, I was tired after the show! Mmmmhhhhmmmm, tell me that one again!"

Katherine spoke into her phone, holding it against her face with her dominant hand and rolling her eyes. In her left hand, she shoved a cigarette to her lips, taking a hard drag as she listening to her husband on the other end of the phone. What he had to say was unimportant, for she wasn't in the mood to tolerate the many reasons he couldn't take the time at night to answer her phone calls. Blowing her smoke out from the cigarette, she hesitated before replying back.

"So that's all you have to say, huh? No, I don't have anything else to say to you. I'll call you again Friday."

With those final words, Katherine hung the phone up and resumed smoking her cigarette. The director had called the day off and most of the crew were already packing up and leaving. A watchful eye upstairs had gleefully noted seeing the trucks and a car pull out from the driveway. One by one, the crew and what was left of the cast began to leaving. Doug signed off for the day, leaving even though the Hamptons home was under his name. Dave knew that his father would be going, as he had booked a hotel where he had been staying along with the rest of the cast. When the silver Mercedes Benz pulled out onto the street, Dave nearly jumped in joy. His old man was gone and with the last crew truck pulling out, the house was all his. Only one car remained in the driveway, but away from Dave's leering eye from the bedroom window.

He didn't care anymore. Figuring that he had the house all to himself, it was time to flip the power switch on the cabinet head and allow the tubes to begin heating up. Stretching his fingers, Dave's eyes scanned across that beautiful white Les Paul sitting on the stand. Apart from already taking his shoes off, he had arrived on set in full character with stonewashed blue jeans and a Metal band shirt. The black T-shirt was plain, bearing only the logo for the band Alcatrazz commemorating their 'Disturbing the Peace' album, a fitting for what Dave would soon be doing. Reaching down to grab the Les Paul guitar by the neck, he smirked while adjusting the strap. Thankfully for his sake, he had properly tuned a fresh set of strings yesterday evening before leaving. After pushing the pickup selector from up down to the 'Treble position, or in other words the bridge position, Dave then lowered his hand to the four knobs.

Not bothering at all with the two knobs that worked the neck pickup, Dave instead rolled the tone knob for the bridge pickup first. At a full ten, he then moved his right hand over to the bridge pickup volume knob, his left hand gripping the guitar's neck. Slowly, he turned the knob and elevated the volume to the full number of ten. It was now time to finally reach down into the right hand pocket of his jeans and grab one of his guitar picks he kept there. Dave adjusted his left hand and listened for the feedback of the guitar before plucking the first two strings at an open E power chord. The sound came from the double amp speakers, a menacing growl as Dave had dialed in a tone that sounded strikingly similar to Randy Rhoads' live tone with the Les Paul guitar. Again, he struck another open power chord and then began to grin to himself.

The guitar and amp produced a loud feedback, but it wasn't satisfactory for Dave's mind. He stepped over to the amp and cranked the master volume dial up to seven. Once more, he plucked his pick across the strings, playing an A chord followed by a quick note slide down to the seventh fret. The tubes had warmed up and he had cranked the amp up to the point it's loud power was deafening from within the room. Perhaps it was a good thing he had left the door open, as he didn't care now if anyone was left in the house to bother. Playing power chords down the first few frets, Dave was only getting warmed up for a bit of loud practicing. Satisfied with his tone and the overall volume produced from the guitar and amp, he began by playing a few George Lynch inspired licks before palm muting.

This only made Dave want to begin playing the opening riff to Dokken's 1981 single 'Breaking the Chains'. Note for note, he played it at the correct tempo, moving towards the lead riffs before deciding to launch off into a blistering melodic solo. Speed and precision were two things Dave valued more than most guitar players, as he concentrated on improving his soloing skills going back to his days at Julliard. Within seconds he had forgotten all about playing head banging riffs and instead was shredding. Beginning with a flair of neo-classical inspired licks, he moved down to a pattern between the 12th and 15th frets to begin sweep picking through all six strings. Dave was in a bliss now, dropping his lower lip and imagining a crowd of screaming fans to witness his super fast shredding.

Little could he have guessed that downstairs was one person still in the house, standing there in steaming rage. Katherine Heigl had not left yet and the more she heard these loud string of fast paced noises, the more angry she became. Standing in her black heels that matched a dress for the film, she began to take deep breaths while thinking to herself. She was no fool, for she knew it had to be the director's son upstairs making a nuisance of himself with that loud guitar and what she believed to be god awful music. Hearing a full minute of it was enough, but some how her patience had tipped towards the ten minute mark. Katherine heard enough and began to go up the stairs. Stomping her heels down with enough power to dent the floor below, bot even her thunderous stomping was not enough to be heard over the power of Dave's Les Paul.

By now, he had quit shredding and adjusted his hands over the fretboard to soloing patterns that moved up and down the fretboard. Dave was only just getting started in what would be a routine workout similar to Eddie Van Halen's patterns from the song 'Spanish Fly'. It involved a triplet pattern across the fret board. He wasted no time going through multiple progressions, string after string. Katherine had finally made her way up the stairs and stomped her heels toward the open bedroom door to where Dave was currently residing. Not in the mood for any of this younger man's nonsense, she felt the boiling point of all her rage and frustrations was beginning to tip over. Brushing her long blonde hair beyond her shoulders, Katherine placed her hands onto her hips while standing in the door way. Dave had his back turned, wailing on the guitar before he turned around. She waited until he was looking right at her and then she screamed to him.

"TURN THAT FUCKING SHIT OFF!!"

Stunned and alerted at the presence of this woman standing before him, Dave felt his heart rate begin racing at such a high speed. He quit playing guitar, now clutching the neck with his left hand. He quickly used his right hand to turn the volume knob down, but Katherine wasn't having patience. Her heels boomed loudly across the wooden floor as she walked over to the Marshall cabinets and then snatched the cable connected to his guitar back to the amp. She noticed the bright red power switch and then turned the amp off. Gazing back over at Dave, she saw the look of fear across his face. Dave immediately began to stammer off an apology in a panic.