Time to Pretend
An experiment on my part with songfics. I really wanted to do one. Not the usual multi-shot, but something a bit longer, a bit more complex.
Chapter One
I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars...
I'm living the dream, me. I'm on top of the fucking world, flying high. I do what I want, I do it when I want. Because I'm me, I'm Cook, and no one can tell me what to do. Yeah, I feel rough when I wake up in the mornings sober. But that doesn't happen often. I'm too smart for that, see? Keep on drinking until you fall down in to a drunken stupor and when you wake up drink some more. If you're never sober you can never be hungover. That's one lesson the ancients taught us.
I make my way in the world. I have fun, I have money, I have other things... Good things that keep me going, keep me happy and high. I've had this dream since forever.
I want to marry a model. No shit. That's where Effy came in. I mean, did you see her? She was the bomb. She had the looks. A fucking stunner. She could have been a model. Hell, she could be now for all I know. She's still mine you know. I'm here and she's where ever she is, but she's still mine.
I've just moved you know. To Paris. That's right, I channel hopped, one side to the other. One shitty city swapped for one fucking ace place. I can't speak French, but what does that matter? Everyone here speaks English anyway and can generally understand what I'm on about if they can't. The parties here are mad. Totally over the top. Everyone drinks and has a bit of this, a bit of that...
Have you ever chased the dragon? It's amazing. Once you're up you're on top of the world. You're a star. Everyone around you is a fucking star. Everything is so good. Everything glows with this sort of magic. And you have to gobble up all the magic before it's gone. Or someone else will get it, you see?
Last night I was a star, and so was she. I'm on about this girl who wants to be a model and an actress. She could do it too, she's fucking gorgeous. Dare I say it, she could be better than Effy. Well, she was when I was in that vapour trail of euphoria. This morning she's not better, but almost as good. She's blonde. Ha, who would've thought I'd go for a blonde! Long her down to her waist, eyes like pools of chocolate, she's what's left of the magic of heroin and I have to gobble her up, get her before someone else does.
At one of the parties I met this guy. He went to university with Effy's brother, knows a bit about her, all the shit. He's ace, a right one, good to know. He knows everyone and can get everywhere. He's pretty fucking rich too. Has this little island off the coast, only big enough for a house, and all these cars and I'm so fucking jealous. But he's been good to me and now we're close. We help each other out. He gets his money from that old white powdered gold if you were wondering. Cocaine.