My favourite character 3 I absolutely love James Carpinello and Peter Deiwick! (Original Broadway and Toronto Stacee respectively)

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Stacee Jaxx

Getting older was a bitch.

You lost hair. You gained weight. Your skin sagged where you didn't want it to sag, and gained wrinkles too. Groupies didn't go for fat bald guys with saggy skin and wrinkles.

Stacee peered at himself in the mirror of his private bathroom on his private tour bus. But this time he wasn't staring at himself for the pleasure of it (but he still looked damn good), He was staring at himself in horror.

He was a friggin' rock/sex-god. He wasn't supposed to age, it was against the law. But boom, there it was. The thing that was making Stacee's clock tick a whole lot faster.

A grey hair.

It had been found by one of the six groupies he'd let accompany him on the long busride to LA- each was ranked by hotness and rack size, thank you very much. She'd been running her fingers through his hair, exclaiming over how thick and unusually blond it was (he bleached it. So what. It's not like anyone noticed).

Things had been going great and were obviously heading in the right direction for them both, when the groupie had fallen silent. After a few moments, she stated flatly: "Nice job at bleaching your hair, grandpa."

Grandpa. As is old. Stacee was mortified and a little nausieted. And how the hell did she know he bleached his hair?

After telling the groupies he needed some time alone before the show to align his chakras, Stacee had locked himself in the bathroom and refused to come out, even though they were at the Bourbon Room.

Turning thirty wasn't fair. He suddenly felt tired all the time, his back hurt, and some foods didn't agree with him. What. The. Hell?

Stacee's hands gripped the sides of his polished marbled sink, causing the many silver rings that encrusted his hands to dig in painfully. His eyes were bloodshot and had bags under them, but those were small things that makeup and tanning spray could easily fix. Sure, he'd look better, but he needed to fell better too.

Well then, looks like Stacee had to go out there and get himself a little treat, do everythhing and anything he wanted to said treat, and leave her in the dark when he was finished.

There, all better.

Stacee grinned at his reflection and shoved on his sunglasses and custom-made leather cowboy hat.

Time to go make some dreams come true.