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Part 4
Paris
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"I think we should break up." Kurt didn't believe the words were coming out of his mouth but he'd said them and he would stick with it, no matter how Blaine argued.
"What? Why?" Blaine stared at Kurt as equally in shock as Kurt. They'd fought and fought to stay together through all the trials and tribulations this year.
"Because I'm going to Paris for university." Kurt answered as if that was an obvious reason.
"Yeah? So? We wouldn't have broken up had you chosen New York or London." Blaine pointed out with a frown.
"Yeah, but I would be going there for a theater major. I would have more time."
"What?" Blaine blinked at him in confusion. "What does that mean?"
"I'm going to have to learn a whole new language while also working on projects at home, in school, and at my internship program. It's not going to give me a lot of time to talk with you." While this school was offering him a scholarship for room and board there were going to be a lot of other expenses still, materials chief among them.
They were not paying for his flights back and forth, he was on his own there. London had been appealing for that fact alone, but he had decided against it. His biggest draw right now was fashion, having been beaten down time and again in the singing and theater world by his boyfriend and best friend and brother, he decided it was time to focus on something he was solely good on, something he could stand out with. He knew it was going to be a challenge, that there were a lot of amazing designers out there, but they weren't going to be directly competing, everyone had a different aesthetic. It would be up to the consumers to choose what they wanted to pay for and put on their bodies.
"Yeah, but you'll be in a single location for each of those things, you can chat while you work."
"I'll be with other people except at home and I do my best work with fewer distractions." He was thinking he might need to get a job, somehow, in Paris too. Paris was expensive. "I'm not going to be coming back and forth to Lima like I might have if I were in New York or London. I'm going to be in Paris for pretty much the entire year 'round. There's a significant time difference too. It just makes sense to have a clean severance between the two of us."
Blaine frowned. "I don't like this."
"I think it'll be better for you too. Your dream isn't in Paris. You'll be free to date others. You can be with someone physically rather than just be happy with a phone and a voice."
"And my hand." Blaine agreed moodily and Kurt turned a bit pink. "I don't think this is the right way to go about this."
"If we're meant to end up together, we'll find a way back to each other, somehow, even if it's one of us reaching out down the road to see if it's possible to revisit it. I'm not saying goodbye forever, Blaine. You've been a big part of my life and I'll never forget it or you. I'll always love you, you'll have always been my first love, maybe my only love."
"Just not a strong enough love to choose me over fashion."
"That's unfair." Kurt wrapped his arms around himself, feeling slapped by that accusation.
"I transferred schools to remain with you."
"Because if you had stayed in Dalton we would have broken up? That it was too far of a commute to bother with?" Kurt rolled his eyes. "What's that compared to New York, London or Paris?" He wondered if Blaine thought either of them would cheat with any sort of distance this year. "Come on Blaine, it's not a death sentence. We're just going to break up until both of us are done with school and then reevaluate things."
Finn had already gone off to training camp and Rachel was settling into New York a whole three months before school started there. They had graduated two weeks ago and Kurt hadn't realized that Paris' school started in another two. He had to get things sorted and arranged before he went. He and Blaine had never really talked in honesty and earnest, they'd just glossed over the troubles of being a year apart with romantic fantasy. It was now facing him with a daunting rock face that he had to climb over. Maybe if he spent another 4 months or so here with Blaine, he might have a different opinion, a lot could have changed his stance, but right now, he thought this was for the best. He wasn't going to be coming home all that often, if at all and Blaine couldn't just come to Paris whenever he was lonely.
"Look, Blaine, I don't have time to argue about this. I have to finish packing and make sure everything is set up. I'm sorry it came to this after everything but we've been kind of rocky anyway." The Chandler debacle was still fresh in his memory and the way Blaine had outed him in front of everyone when it hadn't even been true. Blaine just wouldn't listen to him and everything they'd gone through with Karofsky and Sebastian. Kurt shook his head, this was the way it had to be. They could be stronger for it, if they were meant to be together.
Blaine was reluctant to agree, but agree he did.
That meant that Kurt was in Paris when his dad had his second heart attack. The school started much earlier than any of his other options and so he didn't delay his start or luck out by starting later. He also had fewer funds saved up, not that it mattered, his dad didn't tell him. Not until he came out to Paris at Christmas. Carole and Finn were at one of Carole's relatives' house for the holiday and so lucked out on getting a fiery Kurt's wrath at being left out in the dark for 5 months.
Neither of them had mentioned it the few times that Kurt spoke with them. Finn was back from base training, having failed out of it when he shot himself in the foot. Burt explained that Finn didn't know about it either so he couldn't have spilled the beans, he'd also been out of town. Finn still didn't know and wouldn't have a clue that Kurt didn't know. Kurt settled a little on that front, and he could see Carole's loyalty to her husband's wishes. Kurt was the child, he didn't get to make those decisions while there were two fully functioning married adults making decisions. Still, he wasn't pleased and fretted over his dad the rest of the time in Paris.
He had nearly gone home with Burt too but was told to firmly stay put. He was doing well and his diet was better than ever, was on the right meds now and was exercising regularly. Kurt didn't need to worry about Burt. He hadn't wanted him worrying or coming home. Kurt had made it clear how he felt about it, Burt heard it loud and clear and promised to never do so again. Though both knew he probably would.
Still, it had been nice to see Burt during the winter holidays. He'd tried to keep in contact with everyone this first semester but everyone was busy with their own lives and had a varying relationship with communicating, especially if it wasn't forced face to face. He lost contact with a few of them, just knowing they were as far as he knew, where they'd been planning to be this year before they graduated. He was the only one who'd thrown a last minute curve-ball.
He hadn't been wrong, his own life was incredibly busy and he had very little time for himself. He had two internships, one at Vogue-Paris and one that actually paid as a grunt at a fashion house. They hired him on full time after his internship and it came with a bonus and increase of pay. Vogue was interesting but it was a different side to the fashion field than he'd wanted to go into. They dangled a continuation of his current role and chances for advancement but he turned them down. He had other internships that he had to fulfill and couldn't be working two jobs, doing his own projects and school's and another internship. There just weren't enough hours in a day.
Blaine called him in tears one day, he'd been living with the guilt of sleeping with another guy two weeks after Kurt left. He knew they were broken up and had tried to keep it to himself, move on and ended up falling in love with Sam in some ways. Then when he was given a firm – thanks but no- and continued friendship, his crush had ended and he realized between the two events that he just wanted to be with Kurt. It had confirmed it for Blaine.
It was a lot to take in at once though. He didn't want to tell Blaine, but hadn't actually missed him like he thought he would. He was too busy with everything and he'd had a couple of serious flirts going on. He hadn't dated anyone yet but knowing Blaine had already moved on in a way, kind of opened that door for Kurt. He didn't know why he was feeling a sense of loyalty when he'd been the one who'd broken things off with Blaine. This just released him further. "I'm sorry Blaine, but the reasons we broke up, still stand. Look how much we've been able to communicate this year?" He knew Blaine was avoiding him because of him breaking things off but now it was compounded with guilt, Kurt felt a little better that it hadn't just been because of him. He wondered if Blaine would have done the same if they'd still been together.
"Are you going to come back for Mr. Schue's wedding?" He asked with a small voice and Kurt closed his eyes, he did still feel for Blaine.
"No, I don't think so." Mr. Schue hadn't exactly been the most supportive of Kurt, in any way that hadn't furthered Mr. Schue's grand plans. Even his support and help in getting his father elected wasn't necessary and only done to save his Glee club.
"Oh, ok."
Then their graduation was upon them and Kurt heard through Finn where everyone was going from that year. Blaine was going to try his hand in Ireland's performing arts school, Sam was going to LA to be a model and hopefully pick up his relationship with Mercedes again. They had also broken up with the distance between them. Puck was still in LA, doing well with his pool cleaning business and was living it up as a 'pool boy' with the rich and famous, he was a little less discerning about age and gender now.
Finn had gone back to McKinley in the interim and decided he wanted to be a teacher and so was now at OSU. He was dating a girl there that sounded really great. Rachel had basically dropped off the planet for everyone but Mr. Schue, Blaine and Kurt. She was dating some guy name Brody and a negative pregnancy test ended up being false. She'd put a bit of a distance between them at first after the scare but when it ended being positive, she'd pulled him back in again. They were going to get married, apparently. Kurt rolled his eyes, glad that he wasn't present for that drama. She still asked if he could make her maternity clothes.
Kurt was about to say no, but then he thought better of it. That was an interesting challenge, nothing he wanted to become super famous for, but he had always hated the muumuus that women were forced into when pregnant. They could totally still be fashionable without having to hire a personal designer or pay loads of money.
He was playing with a label design and experimentally added it to the clothing that he sent to Rachel. She never hung on to things for long and they'd be donated and circulated throughout the population of New York. His label would be shared with many people, nobody overly influential in the regular sense of the word, but his clothes would reach the streets and could become minorly famous before he started making real waves and real efforts both here and in the US. It would get his name out there but not be solely attached to maternity wear.
Rachel's loud squeal over the line the next time she called after she received the package nearly had him regretting it as he lost his hearing in that ear for about a week. He nearly missed a guy asking him out because of that. He agreed to the date.
Parisian men were everything they'd promised to be. Kurt went out with a lot of different guys over the next few years and they were all hot and sexy and spoke delicious French to him and didn't laugh at his faulty French that got better all the time. They were fantastic lovers and extra romantic and didn't overstay their welcome. Kurt wasn't looking for serious and a lot of them either started out as friends or ended up there in the end. He had needed models after all and many were happy to mix a little business with pleasure and Kurt got to be picky and discerning and sank into the lifestyle perhaps a little too well for his tight upbringing and personal line, but he didn't regret it once. It wasn't promiscuity, there were relationships there, some lasted a few dates and fizzled out with nothing but maybe a kiss. Some looked promising but ended after a couple of nights together. Some lasted months. One even lasted a year before they broke things off.
He was so much more mature about sex now. He would definitely not say that he had wilder days and he'd only had one, one night stand. He just didn't hold out for a promise of forever anymore. It wasn't the French way and even if marriage occurred it was after children were involved and even then it didn't promise fidelity, just financial commitment toward said child or children.
When he ran into Sebastian again, he looked over the attractive male without any recognition in his eyes. He wasn't the hottest guy he'd ever been with, but he knew he wanted to test that body out. Then Sebastian broke the spell, even his name hadn't poked reminders into his skull, Sebastian was a fairly common name in France. Even knowing Kurt's name hadn't sent off alarm bells, by then, Kurt was a household name in the fashion industry, especially in Paris.
Santana and Brittany were on their 8th long stay since he graduated college and each were wearing his clothes. Brittany hadn't realized, she'd just liked what she'd picked out in the store but Santana was rocking it on purpose and it fit both of them perfectly, fit both of their personalities and styles. He designed for a broad range of people. They were off dancing in the club while he went to pick up drinks, somehow whenever they were around, he ended up being more like the old Kurt rather than the influential multi-millionaire designer who had homes in different parts of the world. Santana just had that way of putting back into that old mind-set, doing what she wanted with only a minor protest. She had his back and so he didn't mind that much. The first time they came, he questioned them on it, wondering if they'd have done the same if he'd lived anywhere else. Santana's response was "Kurt you live in France, it's such a hot locale. I might have crashed with you in New York if you'd ended up there, but London never had that draw for me. I might have visited once." He knew then that he would have them visiting quite often. They came at least once a year after that.
When Sebastian asked to talk to Kurt in a more private setting, Kurt didn't think anything of it. Thinking maybe he was in for a make out session or maybe more if he felt like it, depended on how well Sebastian kissed. Kurt's fingers trailed up Sebastian's arm nearly the second they stepped outside after dropping off the drinks with Brittany and a few of his other friends and entourage. They barely blinked at him disappearing again, far too used to it, they were all that way. Even Brittany and Santana sometimes entertained a third in their relationship for a night or so.
Kurt's intention was to slide his fingers into Sebastian's hair and pull him closer. It wasn't totally private out here but the others were already engaged in their own things. Only a few were talking or having a smoke. Sebastian took a step back with surprise in his eyes and grabbed at Kurt's hand, pulling it away from him but not releasing him. That was different and Kurt frowned and looked over Sebastian's face a little more critically. He was vaguely familiar now outside of the club lights but he could be from a million different things in his past. Maybe he wasn't as French as he appeared to be, especially with that name.
Not that all French men were like that, some were more serious, even some gay French men. But the stereotype existed for a reason, as Kurt learned first hand. Maybe he was more a Swiss-French Sebastian? A lot of Europeans seemed less bound by marriage vows, or at least flaunted it more outwardly. There were still quite a few that took the vows in the spirit in which they were intended the world around but it was less than a 15 year old Kurt would have ever imagined. A nearly 30 year old Kurt and he was a lot more pragmatic about all of it. He had never asked for commitment like that and so couldn't get hurt if it ended up being that way. He never strung two guys at the same time, clearly breaking ties with the first before moving on to another, but the fuzziness had happened the other way around a couple of times. He rolled with it and just broke things off when he realized that lines were blurred. Although.. like Brittany and Santana, if all were in agreement... he had dabbled in that realm a little too, but not for long and not too often.
All of a sudden a very familiar chuckle came out of the man and Kurt reeled back. Sebastian didn't realize he'd put the pieces together just then as he spoke. "You really have no idea who I am, do you? Man, I've carried this around with me for years, but you're so blissfully unaffected."
"Not blissfully unaffected, just able to put it behind me, or think I had been able to until you dug it all up again just now. What the hell, Sebastian? Couldn't you have just avoided me once you realized who I was? Why are you always trying to ruin my day?"
"I- I'm not." Sebastian frowned back at Kurt. "I've known you were here since you moved out here. I purposefully avoided you all these years but have also wanted to apologize so badly. I would walk the other way anytime I saw you in the past. I couldn't do that anymore, it's been eating at me for years. When I saw you tonight- I wanted to finally approach you and clear the air. I knew we'd keep running into each other, it's a pretty small world. I'm finally mature enough and strong enough to apologize properly."
"Really?" Kurt lifted a brow. "What are you apologizing for, exactly?"
"For being a terrorizing little shit." Sebastian said it so bluntly. "I shouldn't have gone after your boyfriend and I shouldn't have bullied your friends and brother like that. I definitely shouldn't have said anything that I did. I realize I was a gay guy who was belittling other gays in a world where we should have banded together and there was nothing wrong with how you presented. That's kind of the whole point, isn't it? Not having to confirm to norms. I should never have made it out that you were a lesser gay because you were fashionable and fell into a lot of tropes. Even then I saw that it wasn't true, you were your own self and you were being true to yourself. I kind of envied that. Blaine was able to push boundaries a little but you shattered them. I may have been more free and liberal sexually than you, but I hide behind a typical prep-boy look. I could pass and hide and..." Sebastian's eyes flickered over Kurt. "You could have too if you had chosen to but you didn't. I just didn't recognize that then. There's a wide-gamut of people in every category and some crossover categories. We should all be allowed to be ourselves and make our own choices, whatever it is we choose."
"I- wow, I never expected an apology like that." Kurt shook his head, he hadn't expected an apology at all. "Thank you. I don't know if I actually needed it as much as you needed to say it, but I still appreciate it."
"Yeah, of course." Sebastian looked a bit crestfallen at that response, but it was an honest reply. "Thanks for listening to me." Sebastian pulled his shoulders back and looked Kurt in the eye. "And I meant it."
Kurt nodded and didn't know how to feel about this situation anymore. He'd come out here to make out with Sebastian of all people. He hadn't given much thought to the French boy even though he was in his turf for the last several years. He barely crossed his thoughts once since landing here, only briefly flaring to life when Blaine said he'd slept with someone but it didn't end up being Sebastian.
Now how did he end this awkwardness?
"Still want to make out?" Sebastian teased and that let everything dissipate and Kurt laughed, that boy was still in there, just packaged better in a more balanced man. He could appreciate that sharp wit and quickness now.
Kurt shook his head and it didn't phase Sebastian at all. "We share the same city, we can be cordial. Come on, let's go dance."
He pulled Sebastian onto the dance floor with him and the others. The girls didn't make any indicator that they recognized Sebastian, if they paid any attention to the new body on the floor at all. Kurt had quite a few attractive friends that he danced with and more came all the time and not all stayed for long. They didn't always stay at the same club all night either.
Quite a few drinks later and a few intimate dances with Sebastian led to them stumbling into a back room to make out in a bit more privacy. They could have done it on the main floor and no one would have kicked them out, but they both still had a bit of that American tick in them that didn't want to be such of an exhibitionist. Kurt cursed his luck as Sebastian was an excellent kisser and knew this was going to lead to more tonight than just a makeout session.
"My place?" Kurt said against Sebastian's ear, not speaking overly loud to be heard over the music in this position. Sebastian's hands tensed against Kurt's hips, not expecting that, probably hadn't expected any of this. Kurt shrugged internally, Sebastian was still extremely hot and had only gotten hotter with age and less meerkat looking. He'd gotten hotter with age too, less sweet and innocent and fragile looking. Besides, Sebastian was an extraordinary kisser.
Sebastian didn't verbalize his agreement, his further kisses answered that for Kurt. They ended up at Sebastian's though, it had actually been closer. Kurt barely took it in before his attention was brought back to Sebastian and that tantalizing mouth.
He'd thought this would be a second one night stand to add to his record and it didn't bother him. The first one night stand had been a fabulous kisser too and good at other things as well. He just wasn't that interesting to talk to, no matter how pretty.
Sebastian had disappeared in the morning and it was as Kurt was getting dressed that Sebastian came back in with breakfast and coffee and a kiss to a surprised Kurt's mouth. Even more surprising was the order was exactly what Kurt liked in the morning. "I told you, I have avoided talking to you for too long. After awhile I realized you were too busy to notice anyone around you that didn't put themselves directly in your path and even if I did, you didn't recognize me. I thought it was because you were busy or distracted, I didn't realize it was because you literally didn't recognize me. I stopped leaving the second I saw you after that realization as our paths kept crossing and I couldn't keep changing where I was going to pick up food or go. Sometimes I was with others and it would been too hard to explain."
"So you've been spying on me?" Kurt questioned too happy with his favorite food being warm and good in his mouth to be critical of the other man.
"I wasn't stalking you or anything. I never hid behind a plant or anything. You just never looked up and around, so involved in your own life." Sebastian teased. "I tried to walk away once but you literally ran into me, looked up at me and then walked out the door after a mumbled apology. I haven't sought you out once. Last night though, I had to finally clear the air, your presence was a blight on my life and it reminded me every time I saw you that I hadn't fessed up to my crimes. I could never fully move on until I did."
"Was last night-" Kurt waved to the room they'd spent most of the early hours of the day in.
"No, I cleared the air and was going to let it go then and there. I was the only one who knew what was going on until then. It was finished, I'd done what I set out to do. I wasn't expecting our chemistry. The rest of the night was organic."
Kurt's lips twitched up on the side. "Oh yeah, that's one way to describe it. I was thinking of a different 'O' word though."
Sebastian chuckled. "I can definitely concur with that assessment."
They didn't know what would happen and never put any labels on it. After awhile, they moved in together, a place neither had lived in before. Santana and Brittany never really announced whether or not they knew that the Sebastian they now visited along with Kurt was the Sebastian Smythe of their youth. Once in awhile Santana would look at Sebastian critically but that was just Santana.
They never became anything official, Burt and Finn would question that whenever they visited and ask him why not. Kurt would always shrug and didn't see a point in doing so when they were happy the way they were. They were of the same mindset in this at least, they were together and weren't going out to find other hookups. They didn't talk of marriage or children. They lived their lives together and separate in varying ways.
Sebastian had ended up in politics and had a fairly prominent role in the community. He was commendable and everyone loved the fact that he was in a committed relationship with Kurt, never seeing him step out of line with their relationship. He never once referred to Kurt as his boyfriend or anything else though in interviews. They went to events together both for Sebastian's work and Kurt's and Kurt never put a label on it either. People just assumed and they didn't correct them.
Kurt's role in the community grew as the school he had once attended asked him if he would be interested in teaching. He started out small, as more of a mentorship position which eventually grew into an entire department under him. He still designed but he was now more interested in seeing what the future designers of the world would do.
He even had a cat now. It was his cat which Sebastian sometimes helped take care of when Kurt couldn't. Sebastian had been the one to grumble about the cat in their place. The only thing they had joint ownership over, not even the cat belonged to both. Though sometimes the cat seemed to prefer Sebastian, mainly just to spite Kurt as cats did. However if both tried to entice it over, Kurt always won, which he gleefully shoved into Sebastian's face once or twice. It prompted Sebastian to get a dog. Kurt didn't mind, the dog was protective over both of them, though clearly Sebastian's unless they were arguing about something, then it sided with Kurt. That only prompted Kurt to laugh more at Sebastian.
When they were about 70, Sebastian cocked his head to the side and looked at Kurt across the kitchen table, both were reading and enjoying a quite breakfast. "Do you think we ought to talk about labels?"
"Why?" Kurt frowned back at Sebastian.
"I was just wondering if we should get married, seems to be the in thing to do these days." Sebastian had been reading about the newest wave of people getting married. It had gone out of fashion for awhile with all young people, even with children. Now it was back in fashion and becoming more and more pressing for people to make it a legally binding thing.
"When have we ever done what everyone else does?" Kurt also tipped his head to the side. "Is it something you want?"
"No, not really. I'm good how we are." Sebastian had been, they both had been. Without the pressure of labels, they could be the most honest and genuine with each other, gave themselves fully. One would think a label would provide comfort and freedom. For them the lack of labels gave them the most freedom and know that every day it was a choice to remain together as just the two of them. Neither desired children, Kurt felt like he had hundreds at this point. Sebastian even more through his own career and efforts.
It didn't hurt that Kurt had felt less guilty about not having carried on his father's genes because that wasn't entirely true. Brittany and Santana had asked Kurt to donate to them and after a discussion with all involved parties, had finally agreed. He technically had two genetic offspring, one from each of the ladies currently vacationing with them. At this point they were practically live-ins since they'd both retired. They kept themselves from being fully that label since they were traveling around Europe and just using them as a base.
The kids were in their thirties now and had their own lives though they kept in contact with 'Uncle Kurt'. A label that he had with quite a few 30-50 year olds. Finn had kids with his wife that he'd met teaching at a school in Toledo. They'd moved back to Lima though when Mr. Schue and Sue retired and took over their spots. Finn was a coach and his wife was the choir director. Sometimes they helped out with the other's section and they both taught some classes.
Rachel and Brody had three kids and visited every couple of years. He'd met one of Brody's college friends in London once when they all ended up being there at the same time. Adam was a nice guy. Blaine had moved to LA after a year in Ireland. Nobody had really heard from him since.
Mercedes and Kurt still talked weekly but they saw each other rarely in person. Sam and Mercedes hadn't worked out in LA, she'd traveled too much and too many women were coming onto sweet innocent Sam. He ended up moving to Kentucky to reconnect with his family. They were both married now to other people and had kids too. Kurt lost contact with Sam somewhere along the way.
Burt and Carole moved into one of Kurt's houses in France, in Nice, actually and had lived into their 90s each. Kurt had sold that house after Carole passed.
Puck kept in contact with Finn and so through him, he knew that Puck was happily reconnected with his daughter and a grandpa and was living in Florida. He was unsure what happened to the rest, lost contact somewhere along the way though he'd tried. He was just too busy and they hadn't always made an effort to return the reach outs.
A time-capsule was uncovered at McKinley and Finn asked Kurt to come to the opening of it. There were a lot of old videos and thankfully they were smart enough to include what was needed to actually be able to watch it in the future.
It was kind of fun to watch all the different videos, to see what everyone thought their lives would look like in the future. A surprising number of people showed up for it from their year. Karofsky was a local sports caster and he and Kurt greeted each other with a small nod. Azimio had died of a heart attack a couple of years earlier. Brett had gotten into a car crash and hadn't made it out of his 20s. Jacob Ben Israel had stuck his nose somewhere it didn't belong too many times and never saw his 40s. Kurt was surprised by how many people had died young and he had not known it, if it wasn't for this impromptu reunion, he probably would have never known it.
His life had been full and happy and removed from all the drama of his youth, ironically ending up with one of the biggest dramas of his youth. Their videos were amusing to watch and a few gasps and murmurs were heard in the group with particularly juicy comments. Santana was among them to make some bold claims. She'd had a full and amazing life but it was not what she'd set out to do. Kurt snickered at his own boyish face proclaiming that he would be married by 30, would be a famous Broadway actor, living in a penthouse in New York. He had a penthouse in New York, he just didn't visit as often as he should. Santana and Brittany used it when they were in New York and right now his 'daughter' was living there near full time rent free as she worked on becoming a famous singer.
He most definitely didn't mind, it would have sat empty otherwise. His 'son' occupied another one in LA as he worked on being a famous actor. It just showed him once more that life could lead you to very interesting places that you might not have considered when starting out. He had been a lucky one with hard work and talent helping him out. It wasn't where he thought he'd ever be but he wouldn't want it any other way. It could have easily gone so many other ways and once in awhile he might take a trip down 'what-if' but there's not a thing he would change with his life. As the videos showed though, you can imagine life in those other settings all you want but it would definitely not be reality. He certainly thought things worked out for the best the way they had.
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EAN: And done? Do you want to see another one? I have thoughts and ideas for another part... what do you think? Interested?