Someone seriously needs to stop me.
This is the story of a famous singer who is going on tour and meets a fan that strikes a match in their heart that they can't put out. And now it's up to both of them to make it work with the singer's constantly changing schedule and the drama that comes with them.
By the way, this entire thing is entirely based on Sucker by the Jonas Brothers. Fight me.
THIS WILL ALSO PROBABLY GAY BUT I'M WILLING TO WORK WITH ANY OTHER TYPE OF PAIRING, I JUST LIKE THE IDEA OF IT BEING GAY.
(Hi there! May I join? I’m interested in playing the fan character)
(Wonderful! Can I post a quick bio for them? And would you prefer dude or chick, cause I can do either!)
(If you can find a good template, that'd be fine by me! And I'd prefer dude because that's the image in my head.)
Name: Charlie Bell
Age: 28 years old
Orientation: Bisexual
Appearance: Charlie is 5’ 11”, and has shaggy blond hair that is dirty blond at the roots and silver wireframe glasses. He has a stocky build, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
Outfit: Charlie likes to be comfy, but also likes to stand out in a crowd. He wears brightly colored sweatshirts and sweatpants most of the time, as well as Hawaiian shirts with ridiculous patterns and anything he finds that is crazy enough to put a smile on his face.
Personality: Charlie has a big heart and an almost-as-big head, always loving to be the center of attention. He can be a bit melodramatic, but usually has good intentions. Charlie loves singing and drawing with his pastels, and is always looking for ways that he can serve his community and help the people around him.
Backstory: Charlie’s real name is actually Charles Richard Bellwether the Third, and he is the son of a wildly wealthy businesswoman named Natasha Bellwether. His family runs a large petroleum company, and he was expected to inherit it. As he grew up, however, he realized that he wasn’t really the best choice to run a company, as he felt he was too flighty and unreliable to do so. When he turned 21, he became the CEO of the company, and did his best to run it, although he was miserable while doing so. Just a few weeks later, while he was driving to work, the bridge he was on collapsed, plunging him into the water. He escaped from his car, and managed to save a family of three from drowning and brought them to shore. He realized that this was his chance to escape the life he never wanted, and didn’t return to his family, taking up the name Charlie Bell. Currently, he is living happily in a small apartment, working as a teller in a nearby bank.
Name: Cameron Michael Starr
Age: 27
Orientation: Gay
Appearance: Cameron has wild golden eyes, almost honey colored. His black hair is swept back to keep it out of his face but it will always manage to get into his eyes somehow. A drunken Truth or Dare game got him his now iconic gold streak in his hair. He actually rather likes it. Cameron is built like a track runner. Tall, lean, and lanky, but still built. He's only 5'8" but he doesn't let that stop him.
Outfit: Cameron doesn't get much of a choice in what he wears anymore but when he gets the chance, he loves to just blend in. Black ripped skinny jeans, red and black plaid flannel, dark sunglasses and he's set. Sure, he might get a couple stares for not wearing anything under his flannel depending on where he is but he doesn't care.
Personality: Cameron is the definition of fuckboy. Sarcastic, flirty, cocky, a bit stupid at times, and totally confident. Or at least, that's how he is onstage. After shows, he's the complete opposite. Calm, quiet, relaxed, just a simple guy. He can be the kindest, sweetest, most personable guy you've ever met or he can be the adult equivalent to a high school douchebag quarterback. Take your pick.
Backstory: Cameron got his start when he was 16. Up until then, his life was completely normal. He entered this singing competition for a chance to get his own album. And he actually won. The producers fell in love with his voice and soon enough, so did the rest of the world. His fans, the "Starr struck nation", are mostly women, to his disappointment. Not even his parents know about his sexuality and he plans to keep it that way. The drama that would come with it is too much for him. But that doesn't mean he's not still looking for that special boy.
(I love him! Should I post a starter?)
Charlie checked his ticket at the door of the stadium, and struggled through the enormous crowd to his seat. Plopping down into the folding chair, he couldn’t resist a grin. He had saved for months to be able to go to the Cameron Starr concert, something he never would have had to do when he was rich, but somehow it was more satisfying to work for the reward.
Cameron was busy getting swarmed by management backstage. The only comforting presence he had was Alyssa, his manager. "So, you excited?" She gave him a half smile. "Like always." He flashed his dazzling smile at her before looking out across the stage. "Alright, show's starting. Get out there and knock 'em dead." "Will do!" He chuckled before waltzing out on stage, the screams of fans instantly reminding him why he did this. "Alright, Cleveland, how are we doing tonight?" The screams returned, answering his question.
Charlie watched as Cameron sauntered out in front of the crowd. He was the perfect image of a twenty-something heartthrob, with his shock of dark hair and mischievous eyes. Charlie roared with the rest of the crowd, standing up from his seat and waving his hands. What he didn’t see as he applauded the singer was the sniper across the stadium who had Charlie in his crosshairs.
His eyes swept over the crowd before landing on something that didn't seem…quite right. He frowned slightly, trying to get a better look. He stared for a couple of seconds before shaking it off. It wasn't his problem. "Right, so, as many of you are aware, tonight is rather special." He took the microphone off its stand and wandered to the other end of the stage, hoping it'd get him close enough to see whatever this thing was. "Does anyone care to tell me why?" He already knew the answer, of course. It was the 12 year anniversary of him winning the competition that kick-started his career.
Charlie screamed out with the rest of the crowd: “It’s the anniversary!” He took out his phone and began to snap pictures of the stage. All of the colorful lights and sets were going to be perfect for his next pastel piece!
"That's right! It is the 12 year anniversary of the end of the competition that started my career. Very good memory, my Starr-struck nation!" He flashed his typical dazzling smile before heading back towards center stage. "And I thought, in memory of the event, I should sing the very song that got me here. Sound good?"
“YEAH!” Charlie’s yell melded with the rest of the crowd, and for a moment, he felt like he was truly part of something, like he finally belonged.
That feeling lasted about five seconds, which was the time that it took for the first bullet to rip its way into his stomach. His vision blurred, and he felt a fiery pain tear through him as he crumpled to the ground.
The gunshot rang through his hearing and he barely had time to process what happened before he jumped down from the stage and kneeled next to him. "Hey, look at me, just breathe, alright?" Security was taking care of the gunman and emergency services were already contacted but Cameron stayed by his side.
“Hey there. You’re Cameron. The main dude,” Charlie slurred. The world kept blinking in and out around him, flashes of brightness that caused him to grit his teeth.
He smiled a little. "Yeah, that's me. Just relax, we'll get you out of here." It didn't take too long for the ambulance to arrive and, much to the dismay of his manager, Cameron insisted on going with him. The EMT's were too busy taking care of Charlie to argue so he climbed in with him.
Charlie’s sight wobbled as he was lifted into the ambulance, but for some reason, the hallucination of Cameron didn’t leave. “Buddy, don’t you got a concert r’now?” he mumbled. “Even though you aren’t really here, I guess.” He tried to giggle, but it came out as a fit of hacking coughs. “Well, thank youuuuuu for th’eyecandy on my dyin’ day, brain.”
He smiled a little, this was entertaining. "Nope, I'm really here. I care too much about my fans to just let this go. I'm staying right here." Despite all the blood covering his abdomen, Cameron had to admit, Charlie was pretty cute. Could he really be the one he was looking for?
“You don’ gotta flatter me, pretty boy. You’ve got much better things to do then watchin’ me bleed everywhere,” Charlie managed a grim smile. “Will ya visit my gravestone too? Its preeeetty good PR.”
"Maybe I do. But I want to take care of my fans. Even the ones that are delirious from blood loss." He chuckled. Alyssa was going to give him hell when he got back but the media would portray him as a kind soul, looking after his fans no matter what.
“I’m very sorry we’re meetin’ under these circumstances, Cammy. In any other case, I woulda asked you out, you handsome devil.” Even as he winced in pain, Charlie managed to shoot him a flirty grin. It was a long shot that the famous singer would turn out to like dudes, but when else would he get a chance like this?
He laughed softly. "Yeah, it's a little unfortunate because if you had asked, I would've said yes." So many female fans asked him out every single time he performed but never any of the males. Especially none of the cute ones. Not like they knew anything but still.
