Adam
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It was one of those mornings where you are a walking ghost from a sleepless night of getting tied in the sheets of your own thoughts, going out of your mind the night before you start a new job. That night filled with anxiety of what your co-workers will be like, is your boss nice? Will this be hell? These were the thoughts that recycled through Adam's head as he had laid in bed, staring at the white ceiling of his apartment.
He groomed his messy, now wet wavy hair into place, trying to be the most professional he could be on his first day. He'd done small jobs along the same line, but never had he thought that it would snowball to this. How amazing of a feat was it to be working for this man. Adam wasn't too sure if he'd beent he one to pick the bodyguards, or if it was his manager, but whomever it was, he was the upmost grateful. As the man stared at himself in the mirror, he felt the nervousness that had kept him up all night coming back. Was this really the right fit for him? The job that was, his outfit was fine.
He buttoned the last of the buttons on his white dress shirt, and fixed his cuffs, fighting with the left one for a moment. Not too long later he was ready to head out. The keys to his black suburban jingled in his hands as he sorted through the ungodly amount on his keychain for the key to his front door. It was marked with a small black streak, but it was still hard to find due to how small it was. He was organized, but apparently not that much.
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Adam drove down the highway, the windows open, one hand on the wheel, the other one resting in his lap as he silently nodded along to the music that come over the speakers, scaning the road in front of him. His once tidy hair blew back in the wind as he sped down the lane. As he approched the job however, the windows came up, and both hands rested on the wheel. The music was turned down and he slowed down to a crusie through the city towards the record label to collect the things he needed to do his job correctly. He'd been fitted for his earpiece already, and was already aware of how the radios worked, so the last thing he needed to do was to do was to pick the equipment up.
He punched the numbers into the pinpad to get through the gate and slowly pulled into the parking lot. He found a spot and parked. With a raw moment of overwhelming emotion, Adam bit his lower lip as he fixed his black hair, trying to get it to the neat style it was before he had rolled his windows down. Big mistake, but now this stand wouldn't just stay put, and he didn't have any sort of spray or gel to keep it in place. Giving up on it as to not be late, Adam got out of the large vehicle and walked away from it, the summer heat beating down on his back as he strolled away, locking the car.
The air conditioning unit washed over him as he walked into the building. He welcomed the cool, slightly humid air as he stopped at the front desk. His face was relaxed, his shoulders free of any tension or signs of stress. "Mr. Sterling?" The woman asked. He flashed her a smile, "Yes Ma'am." He responded. She smiled back at him, and stood up, leading the way to the back.
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Adam had collected his things, met the "big bosses" of the record label and was in the back of a van on the way to meet the man he would be watching over; Jesse Matthews. His nephew was a huge fan, but Adam wouldn't tell him that he'd be working under him. Adam himself hadn't really heard much of Jesse since he didn't keep up with the latest celebrities, but it was an amazing feat either way.
The van pulled up to the curb, and Adam got out, assesse the scene in front of him. There was a gaggle of people, many of them wearing the same sort of shirts, or other merch, lined up in the sun, cheering with excitment. Adam checked the make sure he wouldn't get hit by oncoming traffic before he jogged across the street, radio and earpiece set and ready for his first day at work. He paused by another body guard, looking around. Shouldn't he be doing something to keep the overflowing crowd back? The people, they were going crazy, trying to jump over the barricades. Adam's eyes fell on the striking man signing autographs for the fans. He gave the other guard a strange, disapointed look before movement caught his attention.
A man was jumping over the barricades, his feet hadn't even touched the pavement yet before Adam was reacting. He was as quick as he was witty, but his previous training gave him the upperhand against the civilian as he grabbed the mans torso, pulling him back before he reached Mr. Matthews. Adam swung him around, handing the man off to the venues security, hands shaking from the rush of adrenaline, just standing there watching the man get walked off, hands behidn his back, getting pushed along by the two security officers.
The other guard whom had just stood there and watched the situation came over, shaking his head. "People are crazy." The man said, holding his hand out to shake Adams. The two exchanged names, and stood in a comfortable silence watching the man interact with those around him.
Winter Month: 2 
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Clear Moon: 
