It was a long day for poor Jasper Collins. After sitting at his desk for nearly 9 hours listening to multiple people telling him why they should be considered to become one of his clients, he was feeling the headache. Shaking his head he ran his fingers through his hair before throwing himself back against the chair. “Oh god…” He said aloud as he looked up at the ceiling of his office. The high rise building of Los Angeles overlooked the city but he couldn’t help but enjoy the look of the ceiling. Why was his job so hard… okay maybe it wasn’t ‘hard’; the hardest part was listening to talentless people who thought they were talented.

The large chair spun and the brunette pulled his hands from his hair and allowed them to fall to the sides of the chair as he stared out the window overlooking the city. He needed to get out, he needed to do something but he needed to go undercover. The paparazzi loved to follow him even though he wasn’t the one who was ‘famous’ compared to his friends/clients. Then again when you’re the highest paying publicist in LA and commonly known as a star maker or ‘Mister Hollywood’, you do get a lot of unwanted attention. 

Climbing out of his chair in his blue dress shirt and black slacks, the 37 year old threw his jacket over his shoulder and left his office shutting the door with a purpose, the purpose being to do something other than be in his [url=http://wallstreetinsanity.com/wp-content/uploads/business-man-overlooking-city.jpg]office[/url]. A small sigh left him as he parked his car at his flat and went out for a walk, it was just a little past 7PM and the sun was setting on LA giving the beautiful city a welcoming glow to the night life before Jasper ducked into a nearby bar.

After about two beers and some French fries he was finally feeling at ease and settling down in his own form. A sigh left the man as he sat back in his corner and watched the crowd. People-watching was always interesting because very few people realize that people were actually watching them. Sometimes he would laugh; sometimes he would shake his head and others he would cringe. It wasn’t until the owner of the small bar announced that someone would be kicking off the karaoke night. His body shifted slightly in his seat as he watched the young woman get up on the stage.

He was nearly out of his seat in shock and stumbled over the chairs at were partnered with his table as she finally finished the song. Holy hell she was good; finally some talent after a talentless day. “Excuse me.” He said nearly stumbling over another set of chairs. “Hi,” This was new, normally people came to him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of glasses and slipped them onto his face. “Sorry to bother you, you are a really good singer. Do you sing often?”

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