No I haven't forgotten about 'A Pirate's life for me'. Not by a long shot… I was inspired to write a JeanMarco fan fiction from this beautiful fan art by Sizzleshorts, titled 'Music Lover'. So this is dedicated to you! I hope you enjoy it.

It was a typical Thursday night at The Golden Sheaf club, bright fluorescent lights, trance music, the free flow of alcohol, the laughter... but that one night was special. It was that one ordinary day I saw you there. You were smiling, eyes animated, absolutely lost in love with the music that played around you… and you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

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My name is Marco Bodt and there isn't much about me that makes me interesting. In fact, I think I might be the most ordinary person you'd ever find in the world. I'm just one man. I'm a student at Hermiha University and I live in Trost Dorm, a second year, fresh and twenty at the spring of my youth what ever that means. I study Fine Arts/Arts and I can play the piano. Another thing… I am single. Single but lonely as fuck… and I like… well I like guys. Yes… I am gay. There I said it.

You see what I mean? I'm a pretty boring guy, if you counted liking men normal.

I was finishing off a painting assessment on a late Thursday afternoon. My classes had finished and I had free time. The painting was nothing special, just a close up of an assemblage of wine bottles covered in melted wax, fruit and candles and to be honest I was not in the mood for painting. The subject matter wasn't inspiring enough for me. I released an aggravated sigh as I washed my oil coated paint brushes in odourless solvent, lost in my own thoughts. I was feeling a little down hearted that day but I was unsure why. At least the day was nice enough though. The brilliant sun was warm, the sky clear of clouds.

'Marco! Marco are you finished for the day?"

I turned to the doorway and smiled at the two girls who entered. Let me introduce you to Christa Lenz and her girlfriend Ymir. The girl who spoke first is in my painting class, a small pretty girl, with the most angelic face and hair so golden it looked as if the sun had kissed it, walked up to look at my work so far. Her companion, the tall and tomboyish young woman with freckles adoring her tanned placid face followed close behind her, hands tucked deep within the pockets of her baggy jeans.

"Yeah I'm done. Not finished but I'm done" I replied, trying my best to wipe away the oil paint that was left on my hands.

Ymir casually leant against the wall space reserved for displaying painting assessments. She was not a dual degree student but she came to the Fine Arts campus enough for others to believe she was one. She gave me a curt nod and I nodded back.

"You up for food?" Ymir asked.

My stomach answered for me, growling loudly like a wild animal. I blushed trying my best to muffle the sound with my arms.

Christa smiled brightly.

"I take that as a yes"

"The usual place? The Bookstore Café?"

"Yeah. Just let me put my stuff away".

It didn't take me long to clear up my things. Before I knew it, I collected my personal belongs and followed my friends to our favourite café just across the road from my Fine Arts campus. The café was pretty popular amongst students. The food was of good quality, inexpensive and they made the best baking goods in the world. I expected my other Fine Arts friends to be there, stating their claim at the farthest table from the right where rows of books lined the walls and towered over them. Connie Springer, a short bald young man was currently fighting with his girlfriend Sasha Blouse, a brunette who had just eaten his portion of a Caramel and Walnut slice, crumbs speckled around her mouth, her face content. This was a normal and daily occurrence and their little banter gave me comfort, knowing I have good friends.

I ordered myself a flat white coffee and a beef sourdough sandwich then sat myself down on one of the large arm chairs the café offered as seating, relishing the softness. It was like a bed.

"Marco can please stop potato girl from eating my food!?" Connie whined.

I shrugged but smiled.

"She's your girlfriend. Why would Sasha listen to me?" I said, drinking the hot coffee.

Sasha merely grinned, licking the last of the caramel that was left on her pink lips. I was amazed how a girl can eat so much yet staid so slender. She went against the typical stereotype of 'don't eat, stay thin' kind of girl.

Ymir and Christa pulled up a chair.

"Keep a better eye on your girl then. I do" Ymir said, pulling Christa on her lap and kissing her cheek. Christa blushed.

"Hey as it's Ladies night tonight, Connie and I were thinking of going to the Golden Sheaf for drinks! You should come! I heard they've hired a new DJ!"

"Woman that was your idea! No way am I paying your drinks again and dragging you out the club!"

"Come on Baldie! It will be fun!" Sasha exclaimed, rubbing Connie's cropped hair affectionately.

"I have no problems providing Christa and I can get down on the dance floor right Christa?"

Christa smiled and nodded.

I shrugged my shoulders. I was pretty much up to date with my uni work and and I had no objections not going. The Sheaf was a good place to hang out.

"I'm free tonight" I said finally.

"Great then we're ALL going!" Sasha cheered.

"Wait! Sasha I didn't agree to this!" Connie said.

"I said we're ALL going right Connie?" Sasha gave Connie a sly look. I swear I saw Connie's eyebrow twitch.

"Fine. We're ALL going. I can't believe I'm going out with you mental woman" Connie said begrudgingly.

"Because you love me!"

I chuckled. Yup… My friends in a nutshell.

[Few hours later, in front of Trost Dorm student parking lot]

I stood outside the Torst dormitory, shivering in my black woollen sweater, wishing I had put on a thicker shirt before hand. I had no heart to run up and get one. Any minute now, Ymir would be driving past Trost dorm in her Silver Coralla Toyota, any minute with the others. It was an unusually cold evening for June. The wind was icy, like sharp whips against my cheeks and I couldn't help but mutter complaints of annoyance and the fashionable lateness of friends.

After another agonising eight minutes, (I kept checking the time of my IPhone) Ymir pulled up in her somewhat dented car with the laughing people inside it, Christa at her right and Connie and Sasha sitting in the back. I looked suspiciously at the occasional black smoke the smelled distinctly like soot and diesel that belched occasionally at the back of the exhaust pipe. It was ages since Ymir had her car serviced properly.

"You just gonna stand and gawk freckled Jesus or are you going to get in?" Ymir called out from the open window.

I rolled my eyes and got into the back, as Sasha scooted into the middle seat to make room for me and soon we were driving on the highway to our destination.

"Eeek! I'm so excited!" Sasha exclaimed. She seemed more hyperactive than usual.

"Why so?" I asked, generally curious about her behaviour.

"I heard the new DJ at the Golden Sheaf is apparently amazing! And he's hot and single!"

Connie glared and I chuckled at his jealousy.

"Hey! You have me but you're all over another guy…"

Sasha gave Connie a sideways glance.

"But then again… he isn't as cute as my Connie!"

"Okay shut yer trap back there you love birds. We're almost there" Ymir called back, turning her head round sharply, swerving to the right an narrowly missing an incoming bus. Needless to say, I almost lost my dinner.

The Golden Sheaf club was located in the inner west of the City of Shiganshina, a popular place for university students such as myself to have some fun. Not only that, the club was centralised right in the middle of the gay district. The gay flag pride hung on every building, fluro lights danced from the interior of the stripper clubs. The streets were lined with couples, be it straight or gay. As we drove past them and parked the car a few blocks away from the club, I felt the all too familiar sense of jealousy of seeing happy couples in each others arms, holding hands tightly or stealing a quick kiss in the shadows of alley ways. The Golden Sheaf certainly lived up to its reputation of being one of the best clubs in the city. It had a large interior, good food and a vide variety of beverages. The decor although was a little flashy and garish for my taste. At least every object was covered in gold the furniture to the whimsical floral wall paper patterns in there quieter rooms for groups to talk, to the wheat golden beer bottles that lined the fridges, club lights flashed warm yellow sunlight, golden glitter littered the table. Even the waiters and waitresses themselves were dressed in golden uniforms. Seriously… everything was covered in gold.

As it was ladies night, the club was absolutely packed with people to the point it was stifling. I cannot fathom how Ymir had managed to grab a sofa area and table right next to the dance floor. I mean, it was absolute chaos for me at the bar area. It took at least over thirty minutes for the somewhat stressful young bar tender to take my order. Just a light beer. I gave him a tip for his hard work… he certainly looked like he needed it.

It was a tight squeeze on the sofa but somehow we managed to all fit. I sipped the refreshing beverage. The sweet and bitter liquid coated my parched tongue and slid blissfully down my throat. I was thirsty. The sound of laughter, the hypnotic rhythm of the trance music that boomed from the speakers, my friends idle chatter, the vibrant colour of gold and the pink and purple flood lights on the dance floor soon mixed in with alcohol, the delicious and warm cocktail of student life. My head buzzed, and I laughed at my friends steadily redding friends knowing that matched them in appearance. The alcohol was getting to me quicker then I expected. I would probably have a serious hang over the next morning but at that moment, I didn't care. Life was good at the moment. Time was absolutely incomprehensible to me. What was time? What was temporality? Everything just stood in a bubble of life and laughter.

"Christa and I are going on the dance floor!" Ymir said in an unusual sing song voice. Her face was so red I could hardly see the freckles on her face. How was she going to drive in that state.

"Hey Connie, Sasha. You coming?"

I looked at the others and I cringed slightly at the sight of the two with their tongues practically down each other's throats.

"Leave them be" I said.

"You Marco?"

I shook my head. I did want to get a glass of water though.

"Nah. I'm going to get some water from the bar" I replied, sidling out of the sofa area.

Ymir shrugged then dragged Christa towards the mass of people that already had swarmed the dance floor.

As I stood up, I noticed the choice of music had suddenly changed… not in the bad sense. In fact, quite the contrary. The music was absolutely amazing. As I waited in the cue at the bar area I couldn't help but tap my foot and fingers with the syncopated and catchy rhythms that played. The music had completely enraptured me. A compilation of recent hits and old favourites back from my childhood smoothly fitting in between standard 4 part chordal structures. Synths, smooth as honey or sharp and inconsistent would occasionally interrupt the song lyrics like static. I was impressed. Whoever was DJ certainly knew what he was doing.

"Hey, so you just wanted water right?"

As if broken out of a trance, I was suddenly brought back into the surroundings of club life. The bar tender in front of me looked somewhat impatient.

I blushed slightly.

"Yeah thanks"

He somewhat moodily poured water straight from the tap into a clean glass before sliding it carefully across the counter. I took it silently. In the mass of people, I tried to find my friends but they had disappeared. I felt left out. I had no one to talk to… Well after all, I was technically a third wheel who came along with the couples. I was a drifter really. With my water in my hand, I walked closer to the dance floor, trying to find an empty space for me to sit down.

It was then I saw you there. Right there at the DJ stand, above everyone. You were smiling, eyes animated, absolutely lost in love with the music that played around you and you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Such a stranger like you shouldn't be so beautiful. I heard that angels were stunning but you… you were absolutely breathtaking. And you were merely a youth, a man like me. Your hair was styled in a two toned undercut, darker shorter hairs residing under the longer brownish gold ones that were hidden underneath the cutest grey beanie and red and black head phones. If I could give you a colour, it would be red. You were wearing it underneath that tailored dark jacket and it suited you so. Red, the colour of passion, of mystery and warmth, just like your golden eyes that matched the golden decor around me. Your eyes radiated with a warmth and gentleness that took my breath away. If only I had foreseen that day when I first met you. I only wish I knew then that you would be the most important person in the world to me. It was that day ordinary Thursday night I had fallen in love with Jean Kirschtein.

And that's it so far. Feedback would be very much appreciated! I will try and update a Pirate's Life for me as soon as possible once my exams are over next week. After next week, I'm free as a bird!

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