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| JANICE AND JAMES by Janice for the purposes of this fic, both parties are single no offence meant – please take it in good humour It wasn't unusual for Janice to get to the station well before she needed to. It gave her time to have a coffee, read emails and return messages before the show started, once she had everything else planned. Tonight though she was on tenterhooks because she was having a visit from a singer that she hugely admired and also had a huge thing for. Nothing unusual in that, a huge proportion of the female population had a thing about James Dean Bradfield. Tonight he was coming in to do some acoustic versions of songs from his new c.d, which Janice had been playing regularly (far too regularly for his record company's comfort). Over the years Janice had become something of a 'Manic' champion, inviting James and Nicky (mostly James) into the studio and the Jamesy girls loved her for it. Consequently she got shed loads of mail and emails from them. When she started playing James' new stuff, she was inundated with requests for more from the JDBAS (James Dean Bradfield Appreciation Society). The 'Crotch appreciation club' were not far behind. Mona and her fan fiction website, were many vociferous Manics fans proclaimed their desires in a very tongue in cheek yet unashamed fashion, also created lots of interest and pestered Janice for more of James' new stuff. Unbeknownst to the many visitors and authors on Mona's site, many of the Manic Street Preachers family members read the fics and the boys themselves had paid the occasional visit. Quite how they and the rest of the JDBAS would react if this news got out was anyone's guess. The guys had certain suspicions about the authors identities, as did Janice. She was able to pick up certain similarities and nuances in their emails that alluded to who they were. The show started off nice and smoothly but Janice was aware of the butterflies quivering in her stomach with each tick of the clock. With all the people she had met it was stupid of her to be feeling this way. James was a nice, personable chap, no more, no less. For all they had flirted incorrigibly, it in no way meant that there was anything more to it. She was behaving like a teenager with a crush and that irked her. “An email from Sarah who says a big hello to everyone who is working the night shift and having to try and sleep during the day in this heat. After this next track we'll have James Dean Bradfield in the studio so keep emailing your questions and thoughts on his new single and album.” “Oh don't worry about the no smoking thing,” she laughed. “I wouldn't dare try and stop you.” “Ah, only if you're sure ya know. I wouldn't wanna kinda like, get you into trouble or anything.” She laughed heartily. “Trouble is my middle name! Don't worry about it.” “Cheers Jan.” He rooted around, found his cigs and lighter and then lit a cigarette. “Anything I can use as an ashtray?” “Always prepared,” she sniggered producing an ashtray from her bag. “There you go.” Whilst smoking his cigarette he tuned in his guitar. “That was the new single by James Dean Bradfield who is here with me right now. The single seems to be getting a lot of airplay and the album has raised lots of interest, does that surprise you?” He took a long drag on his cigarette. “I'm sure a lot of people are expecting me to fall on my arse ya know? The singles chart is almost defunct so I don't expect too much. I'm a thirty-seven year old and that makes me a bit old for the charts anyway.” “It must be encouraging that you've had so much support at your gigs, for all they've been announced very close to the appearance dates?” “That's Manics fans for you! They like a good party and kinda like love it when I fuck it, erm...mess it up, should I say. Thankfully they don't know the lyrics yet so they can't gloat too much.” “How nerve wracking is it to be performing your own stuff rather than Nicky or Richey's lyrics? Obviously there is a track that Nicky did the lyrics for and one from Jacques Brel, the latter of which you'll be doing for us in a while, but ultimately you're responsible for it all. Are you happy with it?” “Yeah ya know I am,” James rubbed his face with his left hand, stubbing out his cigarette with the other. “I think that 'That's no way to tell a lie' is kinda like, ya know, the most Manics like track, but I kinda like think its a good album. Once I realised I couldn't kinda like write as intellectually as Nicky or Richey did, I kinda felt better about it.” “After this next track James is going to play 'To see a friend in tears' for us, but before that an old Manics classic, 'Motorcycle Emptiness'. James stuck around after he'd played his session and he and Janice teased and taunted one another vociferously in between the discs that she played. “How many cigs did you bring with you?” Janice laughed after closing the show and noticing the over flowing ashtray. “A couple of packs and I've almost gone through 'em!” “Is your assistant waiting outside to give you some more?” “Nah, she went home after dropping me off. Know any late night shops or garages in the area?” Janice blushed and muttered. “Ah come on!” James said, his brown eyes glinting, “Spit it out.” “I don't know where you're staying but there's an all night garage near me, I mean, where I erm...live.” She couldn't look at him. “Do I get a nightcap after I buy the cigs?” he winked. “Sure, I can do that and get you a taxi.” “And if I don't want a taxi?” He stroked her hands tenderly. “I could stay over.” “The sofa ok?” she responded quickly with a smile. “Only the sofa?” he queried cheekily. “Or the floor,” she answered blandly. “I don't have a spare bed.” “I don't mind,” he giggled kissing her cheek. “Could be a bit too much in this hot weather,” Janice sighed, leaning in to him. “You'll be too tired to notice the heat when I've finished!” Oh I bet I will! Thought Janice, taking his hand and leading him to her car. <<< Miscellaneous |