r/e/g/r/e/t/s?
— the way he smiled. oh, you were in trouble right then, ms. mclean, falling in love with the bad boy on set. you smiled back. smiled because he looked so innocent, looked like he was worth it. mr. grace was a bad bad boy in the middle of his own wars and you got mixed up in them.
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l.o.v.e.s?
— the scar on his lip, how it ruined his perfect classical statue image. the scar you loved to run your fingers over back then when there was nothing else but you and him. so—compelling, wasn't he? a chance to stop being daddy's perfect angel and be his scarred one instead.
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f-e-a-r-s?
— the nights he walked in on you with that bottle in his hands and screamed. he loved it, he would tell you later. the freedom that came with losing himself. no cameras, just him and his friends and the music and now you. it'll be great, he said, you don't have to be perfect. fears? that he was lying, that it would come back to you.
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tHrIlLs?
— those loud nights, the breaking out. it was great, wasn't it? the adrenaline that came with knowing that jane could catch you any second. forget ms. mclean, forget mr. grace, forget the cameras, the tabloids . . . live with piper and jason and the music and how it all blurred together. you want to remember. you want to forget.
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[e][n][d][s]?
— there wasn't one, there isn't going to be one. just his hands in your hair and breathing poison into each other's lungs. this is the life—this is your life—and behind the prying eyes and the camera screen, you're going to live.
whoa! let me explain, alright? this is a personality switch—good piper, bad jason. basically they're both actors who want to feel free. jason's a bad boy.
the actor/hollywood theme was inspired from the fact that both tristan and beryl were actors
