His father was disappointed with him the moment he opened his pale blue eyes.
"Another boy?" He grimaced. "I wanted a son."
Mr. Harold Jones was a hard man to please. He was a large man, both in width and in stature. He had a large, bushy mustache and small, beady eyes. He was infamous for being both a very, very rich man and a very, very angry one. Everything had to be in a particular way or he would explode.
"What do you want to name him, honey?" His tired wife whispered, attempting to calm him down. She was a pathetic woman: small, wispy, and passive. She was incredibly worn down, despite being much younger than her husband. She was only 39, and yet already had two adult sons, and one who was seven.
He huffed, and his angry face resembled a tomato.
"Jesus Christ Mary, I don't know. He's kind of a runt, isn't he? David, David something."
"Robert," she said, smiling wearily. "David Robert Jones."
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When Comes the Shaking Man
FanfictionA David Bowie AU where he overcomes his traumatic childhood to become the genius song writer we know and love
