A Star For Rob

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A Star For Rob

Status: Draft

A Star For Rob

Book by: k.l.warzala

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Genre: Romance

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Rob Starre grew up poor in a troubled childhood. He never wanted a life in music, but by the time he was thirteen, his father made sure there wasn't an instrument out there that he couldn't play.
When a horrible chain of events forces him out in the world, the music is what keeps him alive. When a one-night stand and a chance encounter brings Rob face to face with stardom, he has to decide
if it might cost him more than he's willing to give. ***Rated X for language, graphic sex scenes, rape, drugs, and alcohol.*** This is the first draft. I want to thank all who read and review. I
always appreciate the help.

 

 

Content Summary


Rob Starre grew up poor in a troubled childhood. He never wanted a life in music, but by the time he was thirteen, his father made sure there wasn't an instrument out there that he couldn't play.
When a horrible chain of events forces him out in the world, the music is what keeps him alive. When a one-night stand and a chance encounter brings Rob face to face with stardom, he has to decide
if it might cost him more than he's willing to give. ***Rated X for language, graphic sex scenes, rape, drugs, and alcohol.*** This is the first draft. I want to thank all who read and review. I
always appreciate the help.

Chapter Content - ver.3

Submitted: February 19, 2021

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Chapter Content - ver.3

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"So, how did your session go?" Lucy raised her voice over the running water.

Rob peeked his head out, his hair full of shampoo. "Did you say something?"

"I said, how did your session go?"

Shrugging his shoulders, he disappeared back into the shower. "I don't know. I haven't heard anything."

"And how would you know you haven't heard anything? You've done nothing but sleep for two days. Have you checked your phone?"

"Shit."

Lucy heard the curse even over the noise of the shower.

"I guess that means you haven't checked it. Might be a good idea."

Rob swore again. How could he forget about the session? He quickly rinsed off and ran a little conditioner through his hair. Not bothering to rinse it out, he went to turn off the knobs.

"Leave it running," Her voice penetrated the shower curtain. "I'm going to jump in if you don't mind."

"Have at it." He grabbed the towel hanging from the back of the bathroom door and wrapped it around his waist. "I'm going to check my phone."

He hurried to the bedroom and searched the pocket of his jeans for his cell. It wasn't there. He swore again as his eyes roamed around the bedroom. There it was, on the nightstand. In his haste, he stubbed his toe and let out a string of curses. He hopped around on one foot while reaching for the phone.

Messaging his toe, he sat down on the bed and lit up the screen. There were two messages. He tapped the app for missed calls. Sure enough, the messages were from Brown. Rob hit the button to hear the first message.

"Rob, Larry Brown here. I need you to give me a call back as soon as you can. The demo came out very well. I made you a copy. I also want to talk to you. Call me back at your earliest convenience."

"Shit," Rob swore.

He listened to the second message.

"Rob, Larry Brown again. If you're still interested in a career, call me back asap."

"Shit, shit, shit."

He quickly dialed Brown's office. His secretary answered.

"Hi, Julie, it's Rob Starre. I just got Larry's messages. Is he available?"

"Hello, Rob." Her voice was as smooth as butter. "I'm sorry, you just missed him. Any message?"

"Tell him I called, please. Tell him I'm sorry I missed his calls, and yes, I'm still interested."

"I can do that, Rob. It will have to be tomorrow, I'm afraid. He's gone for the day."

"Thanks, Julie," Rob tried to hide his disappointment.

"You're quite welcome."

Rob clicked off, still messaging his toe. It hurt like hell. He hoped he didn’t break the damn thing. It wouldn't bode well to hobble into Brown's office on crutches. He hoped he hadn't fucked things up.

He quickly dialed The Bar. He remembered calling in sick one night, but not two. He had to make sure he still had a job.

Jerry answered on the third ring.

"Hey, Jerry, it's Rob."

"Where the fuck you been?"

"I'm sorry, Jerry. I've been sick. I couldn't get out of bed."

"Not to even make a phone call?"

"I'm sorry, Jerry."

"Well, can you make it tonight?"

Rob heaved a sigh of relief. He still had a job. "Yea, I'll be there."

"Good. I'll see you later."

"I'll be there, Jerry. And I'm sorry." Rob heard the click in his ear before he managed to get the last word out. Jesus, he felt like everything was falling apart on him.  What the hell was wrong with him? Maybe Lucy was right. Maybe he should see a doctor.

Lucy came into the bedroom wrapped in a towel, her hair wet and dripping down her back. "Well?"

"You were right. I had messages from Brown. I hope I didn't fuck that up."

She walked up to him, his back to her, and wrapped her arms around his waist. "It'll be okay, Rob."

"I hope you're right," he said. "But at least I still have a job at the bar. I called Jerry. He was pissed, but he was okay."

"That's good. So, you're working tonight?"

He nodded. "Lucy," he said suddenly. "I think you're right. I think I need to see a doctor. I feel like I'm losing my grip."

"I think it's a good idea. You want me to go with you?"

He thought for a moment, and then he bobbed his head. "Yeah."

"Really?"

“Really. Thanks," Rob whispered. Then he burst into tears.

 

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"Everything looks fine, Rob." The doctor sat down on the stool in the exam room and studied the file in his hands. "We'll have your labs back in about a week, and then we'll know more." He put the pen he had been writing with back into his white jacket pocket and glanced back up at Rob sitting on the exam table. Do you have any issues other than the sleeping episode you had?"

"Like what?" Rob grew uncomfortable under the doctor's gaze.

"Do you think of harming yourself or others? Do you have suicidal thoughts? Are you abusing alcohol or drugs?" The doctor ticked off the items on his fingers. "Do you feel paranoid at times?"

His mind went back to the times he wanted to walk out in front of oncoming traffic. The times he covered his windows with black plastic garbage bags, and when his hands trembled so badly that he kept breaking guitar strings. When his inability to write drove him half insane, that's when he started drinking to excess. The alcohol seemed to calm the demons in his mind.

He didn't want to answer the doctor. Instead, he lowered his eyes and stared at the floor, hanging his head in defeat.

"I'll take that as a yes?" the doctor responded. Without an answer, he typed something into the laptop he held on his lap. "I'm going to refer you for a psychiatric evaluation. I don't want you to panic, Rob. We're not going to throw you into an institution. But I think you might have clinical depression, or you might have Bi-Polar Disorder. Either can be managed quite well with the right medication."

"Oh, God," Rob buried his face in his hands. He had assumed he was having bad thoughts because of the band issues. It was worse than he ever thought. "You mean I'm crazy."

"No, you're not crazy. But you might have a mental illness that is very common today. The exact cause of Bi-Polar Disorder isn't known. Still, a combination of genetics, environment, altered brain structure, chemistry, even stress may play a role. Like I said before, it’s manageable with the right medication. It will help with the negative thoughts. But let's reserve any diagnosis until after you see the psychiatrist."

"When do I do that?"

"The receptionist will give you a number with the referral when you leave. I want you to schedule another appointment with me for a month from now. Between now and then, schedule the appointment to see the psychiatrist. We can start you on the road to recovery, Rob. You will start to feel much better. I can promise you that."

Once the doctor left the room and closed the door behind him, Rob slid from the exam table and slowly started to dress. The diagnosis shocked him to his core. He had a mental illness. Did that mean he was crazy? What if people found out? What would happen to him then? What if Larry Brown found out? What if Jerry at the bar found out? Oh, God, what about Lucy? Would she leave him once she knows? Should he even tell her? She was right outside in the waiting room. She would have a million questions.

He had to face her sooner or later. He slipped his tennis shoes on and tied the laces, then he stood up and left the examination room.

Lucy was leafing through a magazine when he entered the waiting room.

He had to give her credit. She stayed quiet until they reached the car, and safely buckled in. Then she turned to him, her eyes questioning.

He wanted to give her an answer. She deserved an answer. But he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he said, "He told me everything looks good, but they won't know more until all of my blood work comes back. That's probably in a couple of weeks."

"Okay," she said. "So, we wait."

"We wait patiently," he emphasized the last word. "I'm not even going to think about it, and you aren't either."

"What about...?"

"Lucy," Rob spoke sharply. "What the hell did I just say?"

She screwed her face up as she put the car into gear. "Sorry," she said.

"I don't want to talk about any of it." he insisted. "I took your advice and saw a doctor. I feel better just doing that, Lucy. At least maybe now I'll get some answers. They might not be the answers I want, but at least I'll know."


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