-- RiNg ThE aLaRm // OPEN

[zander james reed]

[shadow=black,left,300] Heat It Up[/shadow]
_{I need to be entertained. Push the limit are you with it? Baby, don’t be afraid I’ma hurt ‘ya real good, baby
Let’s go, it’s my show, Baby, do what I say. Don’t trip off the glitz hat I’m gonna display, I told ya}

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Charity concerts. Nothing worse in Zander’s mind. It irked him, but he still did the concerts. Why? because he loved his fans, he loved the fame and loved the sight of a screaming crowd. He was still riding the high of being starstruck by the music world. It was great and he loved every moment of it. Even the parts most people in his situation hated, he didn’t mind being groped by the crowd during a concert, or photo opts on the street. All part of living within the large buildings that made New York City. The only ish were those damned charity concerts. He didn’t even know what the last one was for, but he was still reading articles about it. Apparently it had been a bigger deal then he’d thought. Whatevs.

The reason that Alexander Reed was thinking about the concert the week before was the fact he was looking through a magazine at the pictures. He really didn’t know how people managed to get such good pictures while people were on stage. He could barely take a picture of a deer on the side of the road without it looking blurry. How they got good shots of him dancing was beyond him. Probably the cameras, that was his guess. The young man chuckled to himself, a low rumble in his throat as he flipped through the rest of the pages, pausing on the latest scandal of the week. Nothing interesting caught his eye so he placed the magazine down on the table in front of him, letting his bright blue eyes scan the area he was in.

For an icon, he wasn’t being noticed. That was because he tended to be a little less glam when not on stage, or in photoshoots. He was quite toned down, in a simple pair of black jeans and a dark grey teeshirt. He still had his make-up but his hair was quite different. He didn’t style it at all, instead it flopped on his head. Of course, not styled for Zander meant that it was still straightened to perfection, but not in the intense spikes you generally saw, instead it was almost natural looking. Or would be if it wasn’t tinted blue in areas. Classical Zander. Quite the opposite of the image the name Alexander James Reed usually summoned. Or his mother’s image of how he would turn out. Almost laughable really. Bet the woman wished she had a tiny piece of the fame, and fortune he was hauling, whether he liked boys or not.

Boys. Girls. Both? A small smirk curled on the edges of Zander’s lips, giving him almost a cruel smirk. A sexy, but almost scary smirk, one that would almost seem like a large cat on the prowl. He liked both. He’d admit it. Though for a good while the boys had been catching his attention more. It didn’t bother him… But he didn’t feel that he was strictly onto them. It was confusing, and Zander hated confusion. “Why worry about that now? I need tacos.”

[/b] He mumbled to himself, letting his gaze move around the food court, scanning for someone to oogle while he wasted time. The mall was still a great place to waste away hours, especially for someone with the bank account of a pop icon.

He stood up, aiming towards the Taco Bell that sat like a calling. For the most part, Zander loved fast food. Oddly enough, most people pinned him as someone that didn’t like it. Whether it was his personality or the physical thinness, he didn’t know or care. But Tacos? Greasy, fast food tacos? He loved them. There was something about them that had him almost addicted. It was an unhealthy addiction, but there were far worse that he could be into. Strangely enough, he wasn’t into that scene. He’d stick with his greasy tacos. He moved to get in line, humming one of his songs under his breath as he picked the black nailpolish on his thumb. His gaze was focused down, on that thumb in a manner that he wasn’t watching where he was going and found himself colliding with someone… or something. He felt the hit and barely registered it before hoping he wasn’t about to get a tray of food spilled down his front.

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_{Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet, ‘Ya fallen angel swept ya off ya feet. Well I’m about to turn up the heat
I’m here for your entertainment, It’s alright, you’ll be fine, Baby, I’m in control. Take the pain, take the pleasure}

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Cred: Me || Song: Your Entertainment, Adam Lambert || Words: 721 || Tag: OPEN