"No, please mate...you can't do this to me! I'm famous...Isn't there a law against this kind of thing???"
"Sorry, landowner has evicted everyone..."
"But there isn't a flat even close to here...Where am I supposed to go?"
"I don't know, but you've only got a week to figure it out..."
Daniel slammed the door, sighing as he flopped on the couch. He grumbled as the phone began to ring, but smiled when he heard who it was.
"Danny, good news. I'm flying out in two weeks!"
"Great...But...ummm...well, I've got a problem..."
"Huh?"
"Darren, I just lost my flat...I need to find somewhere livable fast..."
"Parent's house?"
"No, I'm not going to dump it on them..."
"Then I suggest find an apartment until I get out there, then I can help you..."
"But Darren, you know that means moving in with somebody...And you know how I am..."
"Hey, no worries. They won't care when they realize who you are..."
Daniel had been concerned with his sexuality since he had lived with Darren. Now that he knew he was Bi, he was hesitant about living with anyone else. As he thumbed through the paper, his choices were growing slim until his eyes passed over one in particular, only a few blocks away.
'Seeking musically inclined roommate for 2 bed/1 bath top floor studio. Contact Jason....'
Figuring that it couldn't hurt to try, Dan picked up his phone and dialed the number.
"Hello, Frost here..."
"Yes, is this Jason?"
"Yeah, you calling about the room?"
"Yeah..."
"Good, here's the lowdown. I won't take any college brats, you gotta be able to stand a musician for a roommate, and I don't care your sexual preference as long as you are open with me...With that said, still considering?"
Dan paused for a second.
"I'm not in college, I am a musician, and I'm always open...Think I could come by and take a look?"
"Sure, if you want to do it in the next hour, I've got work...By the way, what's your name?"
"Daniel Jones."
Dan quickly hung up the phone before Jason could say anything. So much for finding a place to stay...
****
Jason nodded slowly as he put down the phone, a smile spreading on his lips.
"Daniel Jones? The real Daniel Jones? Well, it sounded like him...Could it possibly?"
Without more thought, he went back to a package on his coffee table, lifting out the contents. His smile grew as he flipped through the CD's, finally coming across his prize. The beginning notes of "A Thousand Words" filtered through the air as he started getting ready for work.
***
Daniel hesitated at the door, chasing back his second thoughts as he knocked. Seconds later, the door opened, the music of "Break Me, Shake Me" wafting in the background. The man at the door let his mouth hang open, a toothpick balanced on his bottom lip as he waved Daniel in. He eyed the man carefully, taking in details.
He was dressed sharply; loose black slacks, blue denim shirt and black leather vest. A black studded armband graced his right wrist and he had two earrings in his left ear. Most surprising though, was the SG logo cap he was wearing, accounting for his surprised expression.
"When you said Daniel Jones, I didn't think you were *the* Daniel Jones..."
"What's with the toothpick?"
"Oh that...Well, it stopped me from smoking...Of coarse, I don't care if you smoke..."
Jason walked across the room to the kitchen sink and got himself a drink.
"Well, go ahead and take a look around, I'm sure they won't mind if I'm a little late for work..."
Daniel glanced around the main living room and kitchen, large and comfortable. He drifted into the bedrooms, noticing how spacious the whole thing was. When he came back out, Jason wore a huge grin.
"Wanna see my baby?"
He lead Daniel to a corner of the room, lifting a panel in the floor to uncover a set of stairs.
"Dad was the contractor for the building, let me have a say on my little bit."
Dan followed him down into a window lit room that took up at least a fourth of the floor. Jason called it the band room, and he could see why.
Two electric guitars, a bass guitar, an acoustic guitar, two keyboards, a full drum kit, and five amps were situated in one corner, a couch and a table in another, still leaving pleanty of room.
"And you play all these?"
