'Vriiiipp!' David yanked the zip of his jacket up, and proceeded down the high street, his boots clomped on the pavement as he whisked his lanky form down and across the roads. The streets were relatively empty, apart from a few cars that turned in. His miss-matched eyes noticed a gang of teenagers messing around at the end of the pavement, and he grew wary of his reception. He kept his head down and brushed past them, but of course one of them looked up, and reacted. "Oh my god...David Bowie!" He gave them his straight smile, and made to carry on, but one of the boys broke off and he heard them coming up behind him. "Is it really you?" Though he didn't stop walking he answered mutedly.

"Yep I'm Mr Bowie." The boy seemed to stop dead in response...and began to flag his friends in excitement. He heard them yards behind him gossiping...plotting. It wasn't long before he heard six pairs of shoes, padding on the ground heading straight for him.

"Ziggy...ziggy...ziggy!" A girl swooned, followed by another, crying. "Do you live around here?..is there a spaceship in your garden?" David couldn't help but giggle at their naivety, he turned towards them still moving in his own direction, he felt overcome by; something.

"Why yes child, I do indeed have a spaceship...one that cannot be seen until you are ready... for it will blow your minds." The voice that left his lips was rich and quirky, and seemed to quake the footpath around him, the teenagers faces were priceless, half excited...bewildered. One girl fell over. He had certainly bewitched them to the spot, and used this as an exit. This seemed to have cheered him up, he loved his work, and they obviously did too.

The feel-good feeling would soon leave him when he realised where he was going ...Angela. The club they intended on meeting in was fairly select, you had to be a somebody to get in, so if he had tried to enter a few years ago, they would have turned him away along with the other wannabe hipsters. He turned briskly into an alley way, a light could be seen illuminating what looked like a stage door, and a neon arrow was pointing at it. There was a close humming nose mingled with a throbbing base which was shaking the foundation of the building. He knocked three times, and a letterbox sized peep-hole opened, he had no time to say anything to the pair of eyes that greeted him, for they closed the slot, and immediately opened the door. "David." The man said courteously. David acknowledged him and entered, going through a narrow dark corridor towards the booming and flashes of light. He mooched into the hall, loads of people were in, and filling the dance floor gyrating their hips. Groups of somebodies were filling out the tables, smoking their chemicals and laughing. A girl perched on the bar was trying to reach a light fixture.

A man he recognised as a fellow musician and his groupie waved at him while drunkardly bellowing. "Hey Davey baby. Oi!... You are the man!" The musician reached for him and patted him on the shoulder, the girl gave him a wet kiss on the cheek before disappearing into the packed dance floor.

After what seemed about five minutes of staring he noticed a mass of stacked blonde hair, Angie was once again entertaining someone. A man in his thirties was caressing her leg, and whispering in her ear, David casually approached the table. "You know she prefers a tongue in her ear." The man was taken aback and briskly shoved his hands in his pockets, Angie, unfazed by her husband's sudden appearance, lasciviously leaned towards the man and stroked his chest. "I think John here found that out about 10 minutes ago." She sneered, the man was tentative about touching her knowing her husband was across the table, David found this amusing behaviour.

"If it'll make you feel better I'll feel up the next waitress?" David chimed at the guy, the guy was very still, David rolled his eyes. "Okay is this guy square or shy?" He addressed his wife as if he weren't there.

"I'm guessing in awe hun...he was very pleased with my company earlier on in the bathroom." She was fiddling with his buttons, teasing the man's collar but to no avail, the man seemed keen to ignore her advances and stare at David in awe and slight intimidation. David hoped that the lack of attention Angela was getting would force her to pay more attention to him; she seemed uninterested in the rock star...the bread winner...and the husband, probably because she was familiar with his household manner; reserved and gentlemanly, and that for a woman like Angela was boring.

Slightly sad, he remembered the first few weeks of knowing her, they were the idyllic couple of the sixties; poetry and folk singing in the park, dancing, holding hands in the streets, smooching every 50 yards, but over 2 years, the magic had gone, it was doomed since they had begun swinging, inviting other people into bed with them, and couples. It was fun, the excitement of trying something new and sharing, then the sharing became about avoiding contact with one another, an excuse to avoid intimacy with their spouse. Sometimes it would be about competition, which wasn't fun when it was one sided. Then one morning he woke up and he couldn't stand the sight of her in his bed, she was with another woman who was draped over her torso. The only thing that makes him come back to her is remembering the moment he fell in love. He simply smiled at her with these thoughts running through his head, long enough till she noticed which was unlikely. On this occasion, she looked up.

"Okay you look weird, are you horny or just demented?" Angie had not been into discretion, though it didn't seem to grab the attention of the guy. David dropped the smile, and coyly turned his head away from his wife who had suddenly dropped all affection. "I might be late home tonight, John will be introducing me to some of his...special friends." David knew what was being implied, and he couldn't believe it wasn't long ago since he used to accompany her on these jaunts. "-John knows some guys at the YMCA looking for a good time, it wouldn't hurt if you showed you face more often, they're dead keen on meeting little old you."

"Oh I bet they are." He rolled his eyes. "That Ryan bloke split my trousers."

"Well you wouldn't take them off!" Angie took a swig from her glass. "You're not shy."

"What if I am-". She didn't know him at all. "I mean what if I was, surely that was sexual harassment."

Angela was looking at him in a way she seemed to do a lot lately, a look as if she didn't know him. "What has come over you, for over a year now we've had a system, an understanding; you were more upbeat like me, now you're like a virgin in a brothel." This made the guy laugh and Angela soon followed. "Hey how about before I go, I break you in, in the toilets." David smiled into his drink, knowing full well she was being spiteful.

"That's okay I can find my own fun." David stood up, he felt like fonzy as he clicked his fingers and two groupies appeared on either side of him giggling like schoolgirls. He smirked at his wife like a cat who had just got the cream.

The girl's vulgar red lips peeled back from pearly white teeth and laughed at his anecdote, it was infectious and he too joined in. Pretty soon he had a group of other musicians' hording groupies surrounding him, and they were one big giggling 'drugged up' gang.

"We need to set a date a' Davey, I could open with Lets spend the night together." A man on his right chimed while wrapping an arm around David's neck.

"Sounds good, but me and the spiders love covering that ourselves, hope you don't mind?"

"-No, don't mind at all." David began to slide out of his grip into another headlock with a bassist.

"I love you man."His breath reeked of liquor, though David barely flinched being used to it.

"And I love your wife, I told her that when she was making me breakfast!" This made the bassist raw with mad laughter, he smiled at his unknown wit, he was then distracted by a fleeting glimpse of someone sitting at the bar, their blonde hair was harsh against the lighting, and their boots were resting on the foot bar. David was aware of someone talking to him, but he was miles away. He was about to stand up, but his knees seemed to lock and he felt himself sit back down, he tried again but to no avail.

"Say' David 'you off somewhere?" A musician inquired.

He was slightly alarmed with the lack of control in his legs, and he reassured himself it was just the beer. "Just off to the loo." Once again he was battling with his knees and the chair to stand up, Something was stopping him going to the bar. It took one of the musicians who could see he was having difficulties to push him up. He mumbled a 'thanks', and proceeded to the bar, on his way a man throwing glitter out of his hat just managed to dust him with a handful.

He approached the bar casually as not to look like he was heading for the person deliberately. His fingers rapped the bar in hopes to get their attention, he suspicions of who it was, were confirmed when he peered from the corner of his eye. A slight pang of warmth came to him from the familiarity, followed by disappointment when they didn't look up. Damn. And no barman or maid to blurt out his voice to.

David finally came to decision to move closer, maybe even just make almost-accidental contact. He saddled along the bar with his fingers grazing the counter, and at the last minute just before he could have collided with them, he moved his arm to go around the person, grazing their jacket slightly before leaning on the bar beside them as if waiting to be served. The person looked up immediately to confirm to themselves someone had brushed them, and to acknowledge who it was. David pushed out his head a bit to elongate his neck slightly, and to look as if he was looking for service. "Y'alright David?" A thick Yorkshire accented voice said.

David casually turned his head, and rounded his eyes as if seeing someone for the first time. "Oh 'ey Ronno, how long have you been sitting there?" Turning fully around with a soppy grin on his face.

"Ah' not long, is this what they call a trendy bar?... too many bloody mirrors." Mick said bluntly, which caused David to laugh heartedly at Mick's enthusiasm for glam.

"Yeah well... you clean up well for someone who isn't into glam."

"-Don't have to be a woman or blinking puff to appreciate your appearance." Mick seemed to immediately repent at what he had just said, and scratched his neck. "Err... what I mean by that ...err, in all respect-."

David interjected breezily not wanting to see his mate squirm. "-I know what you mean, puff is a fun euphemism for sexually challenged."

Mick cleared his throat. "Er yeah, about right...big word; euphemism." David raised his eyebrows to inquire if he was impressed. "Looking up words for a song are you?"

David waved the question off, and cut straight to what he wanted to know. "Where's Suzie?" He pretended to glance around the room not really caring. 'Why don't you care, ey David?' David coughed to cut off the thought trail.

"What...Quattro?"

David smirked. "No, Fussey."

Mick seemed hesitant to answer, David kept his face neutral. "-We went for a meal, then she went home." 'Boya!'

David frowned innocently, then rested his chin in his palm. "Did you have a fall out?" He already had a scenario playing out in his head.

"-No, no, we just had a disagreement." Mick seemed finished there, and David knew by his tone that he wasn't going to be coaxed into saying anymore.

"Fancy another drink?"

"Yeah...wait...no." Mick replied causing David to repeat what he just said. "Sorry I mean I've had my ration." Dave noticed him rub his eyes and sweep back his hair. "I'm just tired, I think I'm going to go."

He felt compelled to do something, even if it was to pat him on head, he stopped himself though. "I would offer you a lift, but it's Angie's car, and she'd be pissed."Mick shook his head to say 'it was okay' and sauntered out without another word.

'You let him get away.' He jumped and did a full 360◦, narrowly missing a man walking by with drinks who cursed at him.

Dave was left standing at the bar on his own, confused. The gang of musicians were cat calling him for some strange reason, then one said. "I thought you were going to the loo?"

He saluted them, and did as he had said, disappearing into the toilets. The odd lighting played havoc with his eyes, he blinked all the way to the cubicle, just as he was closing the door he caught sight of himself in the mirror, it winked, he froze. Why hello. He cautiously approached the mirror as if testing his reflection; to see if it would displace itself. Using his hands he dragged himself right up to the looking glass clutching the basin. David's nose was inches from the glass, he turned his head to one side while keeping his eyes locked with his own, and then did it with the other side. Nothing. He straightened, and quickly shrugged off the feeling of unease and moved towards the cubicle, giving his reflection a once over before closing the door.