"I'd go anywhere for you, anywhere you asked me to."

[anywhereforyou]

Who: Keely McCarthy and Reecy Chester
What: Aftershocks
Where: Sydney, Australia (finally)
When: A couple of days after Justin's out of hospital

All this was so new to Keely, so such an horrific shock. Initially, she hadn't been sure if she should get on a plane to follow Justin and Reecy to Sydney. So, she didn't. She knew whatever was going on wasn't a professional thing for Justin. It had nothing to do with his work, and the fact he fled meant all his professional engagements back in New York would be put on hold, or cancelled outright. She was his employee, or an employee of his management, to be more exact. He didn't have complete control over his affairs, nor did he want them. What it boiled down to was that if he tried to manage everything in his life all at once, he wouldn't be able to cope with it. That was why she had this job, after all.

This was a shock. She had been texting Reecy for the last few days, trying to figure out what the hell she should do because the last thing she was really worried about was her job once the news Justin had tried to commit suicide broke. Keely was so sure that because Reecy intercepted him on the bridge, he would be okay getting away to his grandparents. Nothing could have been further from the truth.

In the end Reecy told her that if ever there was a time Justin needed the most help of all, it was when he was sick. It might not be the same shit she would do in a normal daily capacity, but Justin's ability to handle his affairs was lessened dramatically now. Reecy told her to come, and if Justin didn't need her, he could make the call himself. Considering how volatile things with Justin and his family were right now, Reecy pointed out he could probably use plenty of help from other sources. At the very least, the poor kid needed to know people cared. And she did. In the short time she had been working for him, a massive soft spot had developed for him. She accidentally mommed him sometimes, when she wasn't even a mom herself. Apparently she had some latent maternal instinct in her.

Now she was in Sydney and this extremely hot dude with blue eyes that wouldn't quit answered the door. He went upstairs to get Reecy for her, explaining he would call out for her, but Justin was sleeping. Reecy came down the stairs and Keely felt close to tears. "How is he? How are you? What's going on? Are you sure I should be here?"

[ FACEBOOK ] with Richie Jameson

[nothingelsematters]

Just had an entire discussion with my brother about bum hair.

[ FACEBOOK ]

[wannabesurgeon]

"2016 Masculinity Audit" (Watch on YouTube)

[ FACEBOOK ] with Jace Hartley

[slowsouthernstyle]

Taking my babe out to ice cream in the middle of the night because he can't sleep. Impromptu dates are the best kind of dates.

[ FACEBOOK ] with Justin Campbell and Reecy Chester

[anywhereforyou]

Not sure about this sunshine is good for the health thing. I'm about to die of heatstroke and the kiddo still looks like an exhausted zombie in Ray Bans.

[ FACEBOOK ]

[thankfuckforlife]

So, we've set a date. New Year's Eve, and the party is on us. Or it's mostly on Adrian, but I think he's good for it :D

[ FACEBOOK ]

[privateinvestigations]

Cock.

[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Justin @ likefatherlikeson

[aussielawyer]

Hey, son - do you think you could sit down with me and your Uncle Alec to have a talk about some things? I promise, we'll take it at your pace.

"He'd grown up just like me. My boy was just like me."

[aussielawyer]

Who: Mark, Alec and Justin Campbell
What: When you feel like your chances have run out
Where: Sydney, Australia
When: Late, after this

Mark hadn't even realised Justin wasn't there. The only people who seemed to know he wasn't was Marks mum and dad. At first, Mark got angry. He snapped at them about them not being equipped to look after him permanently if they didn't know when he should be resting or not. Then he demanded to know why they didn't stop him. He went right off about how Justin should barely be moving while he had freshly broken ribs, let alone being able to sing and perform after everything that happened. How could he manage it if, barely a few days prior, he had nearly to death and stopped breathing for god knows how long on the beach?

His parents let him rant, and when he lost his steam, his father looked him squarely in the eye and told him calmly, but pointedly, that he could rant all he wanted, but Justin had lost so much already, including his dignity, that he deserved to still have the power over his professional choices. The reasoning did hit home with Mark. His dad was right. But at the same time, Justin was known to push himself to the brink with his work when he was manic and Mark was absolutely sure this was what was happening now. It was only his mum who reminded him that Justin wasn't manic at the moment. He was distinctly the opposite. He was depressed, he was still feeling suicidal... and it was a suicide prevention and awareness function that Justin had gone to perform at. Not just that, but he had left with Presley and Emilio when Mark had fallen asleep on the sofa late that afternoon. He had assumed Justin was upstairs in bed.

Not just that. The concert was live and televised, and the family sat down together to watch, all worried about what might happen. Justin hadn't been booked for it, but in the wake of what happened, Presley had apparently asked him if he wanted to reach out to people and use the terrible event to help other people on the brink like he was. So, Justin had gotten up and agreed to take part. It was one song. The Sound of Silence. All he did was stand there in the middle of the stage, with one spotlight on him, dressed completely in black. It was obvious to watch him that he was in pain, because he barely moved through the entire performance. One hand held onto the mic on the stand before him, and his other hand was tucked against the side of his chest where the broken ribs were. There was no less power in his voice, but Mark knew this would take it out of his kid. Yet, all the scraps of energy Justin manage to muster... he used it for this cause. Mark had been sobbing his heart out by the time Justin ended the song. Justin hadn't smiled at the end. All he did was stand with his eyes closed when he got a standing ovation, gave the most careful of slight bows and exited the stage. That would have sent the message louder than any speech could have.

Mark stayed up for him, and Alec was with him. He hadn't ignored Justin's final text, but after seeing the performance, all he wanted to do was at least attempt to hug his kid. To do that, he would need to talk to him. He wanted Alec there in case he fucked up explaining shit. He had a tiny window of opportunity because there was every chance Justin would cut him off quickly. He had to try. It was getting later and later. The TV was on, but it was down low. He was sitting in living room, leg bouncing anxiously as he watched every minute tick by on the clock on the wall. Alec sat on the sofa, scrolling on his phone. Mark was starting to get worried where Justin was, even if he knew now he was with Presley and Emilio. What if he ran off on them and tried to jump off the Harbour Bridge? It wasn't a unwarranted fear right now.

[ FACEBOOK ] with Harry Matheson and Cheyne Rousseau

[artsdesire]

Watching my fiancé train my baby brother in a mindblowing dance to Carmina Burana: O Fortuna. Incredible. I'm speechless. How do I share genes with that kid, and how does his choreographer want to marry me?