Title:
All in the Act
Fandom:
Street Sharks (Dinovengers)
Characters: Rox, Brothers
mentioned
Prompt: #76 Who?
Word Count:
500
Rating: G
Summary: The life of a rockstar
isn't as easy as you'd think.
Author's Notes: N/A
Who? Was the question on everyone's lips, and Rox was well aware of the mystique that surrounded his nearly legendary career. He'd become adept at dodging the hopefully phrased questions of the press, immune to the pleading eyes of his fans whenever they asked, and a veritable expert at drawing enough attention to himself to be the most popular act in the city – maybe even the state – but not enough to be questioned too closely on his looks.
There were still enough people who thought he was just a man in a costume trying to jump on the hype surrounding the Street Sharks to keep him out of danger. Such people had obviously never seen him up close. The illusion tended to fall away pretty quickly. A charming smile (one he'd perfected not to show too many teeth) and a quick motion to usher them from his presence was usually enough for them to talk themselves into doubt about it later though.
For that reason it was a risky business to let anyone get too close. His band members were cool; he treated them well and the brutal truth was that without him they didn't amount to much. His groupies were too dazzled by his celebrity status to care if he wasn't human, and while he could waste many delightful hours in their company it did get quite tiring being on that pedestal.
There were pros and cons to every lifestyle, he reflected philosophically. He loved what he did. The fame, the glory, the music, the people. The rush of the crowd screaming his name as he gave them what they wanted. Music had gained a whole new dimension, though whether that was a shark-ling like Lena had suggested or simply his new frame of mind, but whatever it was the people loved it. There was nothing better, and certainly nothing to compare to it from the humble experiences of Melvin Kresnik.
But it was lonely. He was an idol, a free ticket, sometimes even a monster to be feared…but rarely a person. Only to the brothers because they knew the truth of it all, and suffered a lot of the same stigmas but without the good points of bring a rock icon. There were some days when he wondered why they didn't just give it up and come with him. Streex was still the best drummer he'd had and Rox would have been more than happy to take the others on even if they didn't want to be part of his act. A perfect solution for all of them.
Unfortunately, his plan hit a stop sign every time a newscast came on about another destroyed factory and how Paradigm Enterprises was not pleased, and he was reminded that the freedom he enjoyed was only because the sharks were still fighting the good fight behind the scenes. Everyone had their own calling, and if his was stardom then theirs was defending the city, something they should all be grateful for.
