(Part 3)
"I can't believe I was up so late last night." Brian groaned as he plopped down in the first class seat next to me. "Well, blame it on Nick for inviting Devon and me over to the hotel last night." I replied.
Brian and I had gotten back to the hotel at four in the morning to find that Devon, A.J. and Nick were all still snug in the bed we had left them. Since it was so late, I went ahead and roomed with Brian. Luckily, his room had two beds, so we didn't have to be too uncomfortable. I had woken up at nine with the wake-up call the front desk set up for us. I quickly woke Brian up and told him to pack while I took a taxi over to Leo's house and got my luggage. When I had gotten back to the hotel, Brian was still the only one of the guys that was awake. He had already called the airport and had gotten a seat right next to me, so that was done by the time I was ready as well. After he had thrown enough clothes and personal affects in a suitcase to last him for two days, we were out the door. The doorman at the hotel got the limo for us, and we were on our way to the airport. We had gotten to the airport an hour early, so we took a couple seats by the gate where our plane was to arrive. Brian actually passed out in his seat, while I sat there, waiting for the arrival announcements. When the announcement did come, it was no small task waking Brian up. However, once he was awake, we were sure to wait and be the last ones on the plane to avoid being bombarded for autographs by fellow passengers.
"I think I will blame him. It's all his fault." Brian giggled as he fastened his seatbelt. "You better remember to call the guys in a couple hours. They're going to be wondering where you are." "Yeah, I'll call them in a bit. After we've actually taken off." Brian replied.
The stewardess showed up at the front of our section and started giving the seatbelt, life vest and seat cushion demo while the captain explained it all on the speaker. Brian yawned through the whole thing. I knew he was tired. We barely got four hours of sleep. I wasn't too tired. I was getting used to four hours of sleep a night. But ever since I could remember, Brian loved his sleep. Finally, when the captain's speech was over, and the stewardesses were seated, we began to taxi off. I sat there, gazing out the window for what seemed like hours, when the captain announced that if you looked out the windows to the left we were flying over the Grand Canyon. I turned to look at Brian, noticing he was already asleep. He had his head turned my way, a couple inches from my shoulder.
"Would you like some lunch?" "Huh?" I looked up to see the stewardess looking down at me sweetly. "Would you like some lunch?" She repeated. "Um, no, I'm not real hungry." "Do you think he would like anything?" She motioned at the sleeping Brian. "Well--do you have anything with macaroni and cheese?" I laughed. "Actually, the meal we have for the kids is macaroni and cheese." She laughed with me. "If you could, bring him one of the kiddie meals then." I smiled widely. "I bet he'll appreciate that." "Yeah, he is a big kid after all." I laughed. "Would you like anything to drink?" She asked, still giggling a bit. "I'll just have a bottle of water. I guess he'll drink a sprite." "Okay, I'll be right back."
I sat there, smiling to myself about ordering Brian a "kid's meal". After about ten minutes of waiting, the stewardess came back with a wide smile. She had a container in one hand, and the drinks in her other hand. I pulled down the tray infront of Brian and motioned for her to set everything down.
"Thanks." I smiled as she set everything down on the tray and walked away. "No problem." She replied sweetly. "Brian, honey." I smiled as I shook his arm.
It took a couple shakes before Brian's eyes started to flutter.
"Hey, you." He smiled groggily with blurry eyes at me. "Sleep good?" I smiled. "Ofcourse." "Look." I drew his attention to the tray infront of him.
Brian's eyes brightened when he saw the hot macaroni and cheese in front of him.
"Ah, you got me lunch." Brian laughed. "Yeah, well it's just a kiddie meal, don't get to excited." "Oh well, atleast it's my favorite." Brian replied and cracked open his sprite.
I got up slowly from my seat while Brian took a sip from his can.
"Where are you going?" "I'm going to get my phone out of my bag so you can call the guys." I replied, reaching into the overhead compartment. "Good idea, but you can't use cell phones on airplanes." Brian replied. "Well shit. I'll go find one of those phone machine thingies."
I walked up towards the bathroom and found a phone on the wall next to it. I dug into my butt pocket and took out my wallet. I retrieved a credit card and began to try to figure out how to get the machine to take it. It took me about five minutes to figure it out, but I finally got it to take my card and give me the phone. I walked back to our seats and plopped down next to Brian, handing him the phone.
"There ya' go."
Brian put down his fork and started pushing buttons while I zoned out. I sat there, gazing off into my own little world. I guess the drone of the plane, the sound of the other passengers, and the soft talking of Brian was lulling me into a sleep. It wasn't long before I dozed off.
"Wake up sleepyhead." I fluttered my eyes to see Brian shaking my arm. "How long have I been asleep?" I asked. "Well, about two and a half hours. We're at La Gaurdia." He smiled.
I quickly tried to get up, forgetting my seatbelt was fastened. I made it about three inches off my seat before I fell back down.
"Here, let me help." He giggled and reached into my crotch to undo the belt.
I sat there wide-eyed as he undid the belt.
"Thanks, Bri." I rolled my eyes playfully. "Oh." Brian blushed. "Come on, let's go." I laughed and pulled him up with me.
We quickly got our bags from the overhead compartment and made our way off the plane. We went to the luggage claim and got our bags, astounded at the fact that no one had stopped us yet. We made our way to the main entrance and Brian hailed a cab for us while I reached into my bag and turned on my cellular. As soon as we had gotten a cab, we hopped in.
"Oh fuck." "What?" Brian asked. "I left my card in that phone machine thingie." I sighed and started to open the door again. "I'm gonna go get it real quick, I'll be right back." "Wait! I got it back for you. I put the phone back in the machine thingie." Brian imitated me as he dug my card out of his pocket. "Thank God. I'd hate to think the airline had been charging me for the last two hours." I smiled and closed the door to the cab again. "No problem, now can we get out of here?" He laughed. "Sure."
No sooner had the cab pulled away from the airport when I heard something ringing. I looked around, not realizing what the noise was.
"It's your phone." Brian giggled. "Oh lordy. Right after I wake up I don't know whether to scracth my watch or wind my ass." I sighed as I got my phone.
I pushed the 'send' button and held it up to my ear.
"And why has your phone been off for four hours?" I heard Barbara asking before I could even say a greeting. "Hello? I was on a plane to New York." "Oh, well, how was your flight?"
I was going to answer, but she didn't give me time.
"I need you to be at a photo shoot tomorrow." "How has your day been?" I laughed. "Hold on." "I'm sorry, I'm just busy." Barbara replied quickly as I dug in my backpack for my organizer.
I listened to her babble about me needing to hurry up until I finally found my organizer deep in my backpack.
"Okay, shut up. What's the address?" I asked. "Oh, you don't need the address. It's out the Out offices." She replied, matter-of-factly. "Out Magazine?" I questioned.
Brian looked over at me funny when I said the name.
"Yeah." "Why am I going to do a photo shoot for Out?" I was confused. "They just phoned and asked if you could do a shoot tomorrow. Something about 'Club Kids' I guess." Barb replied. "Club Kids? That was so six months ago." I didn't understand. "Yeah, I know. Just be a sweetheart and do it." Barb bartered. "Fine." "So, where are you right now?" "We're in a cab on the way to my apartment." I replied. "Who's we?" "Brian and I." "Ohhhhhh, Brian's with you, huh?" Barb asked slyly. "It's not like that." I laughed.
I guess Brian figured what was being said, 'cause he was struggling to keep from laughing.
"Sure, I believe you." "Whatever, Barb, I'm hanging up now." I rolled my eyes with a grin. "Oh, remember, when you go to do Rosie tomorrow, take her something for e-bay, k?" "Aye aye, cap'n. Ta." I replied and clicked the 'end' button.
I chunked my phone back into my bag with a grin.
"She's a riot." Brian smiled at me. "If that's what you want to call it."
Soon, we were pulled up to the front of my apartment building. I paid the driver and quickly got out. I went around to the trunk, waiting for the driver to come open it so we could get our luggage.
"You can go on up, I'll get it." Brian smiled as he walked back towards me. "Alright, see you up there." I replied as I walked up the stairs and let myself in.
I walked up the four flights to my floor. I had a little trouble remembering which key on my keychain opened the door after being away for five months, but quickly found the right one and let myself in. I immediately lit a cigarette and walked over to my answering machine. The light was blinking like crazy. I pushed the button and waited for it to kick in.
'You have one hundred, twenty-three messages.'
"Whoa! Someone must want to talk to you." Brian laughed as he walked into the apartment with the bags. "Nah. They're all probably messages I already have gotten. Usually people tried here first before tracking me down in Salt Lake City." I replied as I smoked. "Well, why don't you sit down and listen to those. I can go find the room and unpack." Brian suggested as he began to walk down the hallway.
I pulled one of the kitchen chairs up to the machine and began to listen to them. It took pretty close to thirty minutes before the last message played. As I suspected, all of the messages were about things I had already taken care of. Right when I finished my cigarette, I heard Brian making a "coughing" sound as he unpacked. I pushed the delete button on the machine and headed off towards the hallway. I walked down to the first guestroom and looked inside. I guess Brian didn't want that one. I walked down a few more feet to the next guestroom, and he wasn't in there, either. When I got to the end of the hallway, where my room was, I looked in and saw Brian walking around the room, with his opened suitcase on my bed.
"What are you doing?" I asked, smiling nervously. "Um, running a marathon? What does it look like? I'm unpacking." Brian teased. "Oh, gotcha." "Yep." "Let me ask you something." I leaned up against the door and looked at him with my cigarette dangling from my mouth. "Sure, what's up?" Brian continued to take clothes out of his suitcase. "Tell me which room you're in." "Huh?" Brian looked around, confused. "Who's room is this?" "I don't get it." Brian giggled nervously. "This is my room." I laughed loudly. "Oh!" Brian blushed. "I'm, um, sorry. It's just that--well I guess I usually slept in here when I stayed here before."
I toned down my laughing and walked over to Brian.
"It's okay, let me help you unpack here." I smiled, wiping my eyes. "Really?" Brian smiled at me, evily. "I mean, I'll sleep in one of the guest rooms." I elbowed him in the side as I began to take clothes out of his suitcase. "Oh." Brian blushed again. "Oh, and since you get to sleep in my comfy bed tonight, I get to wear these on Rosie tomorrow." I stated as I pulled a pair Tommy Hilfiger jeans out. "You're going to wear jeans on Rosie?" Brian looked like I was crazy. "Ofcourse." "Don't you want to wear something, well, more sophisticated?" He asked. "No, I want to be comfy. Besides, it's close to Christmas, everyone goes informal at Christmas." I smiled. "Do you have a shirt that'll go with this?" "Do you think I'm A.J. or something?" He snorted. "Ofcourse not, you're cuter." I grinned goofily and pinched his cheek. "You better believe it." He smiled. "Yeah, I'm sure there's something in here."
Right when the unpacking was done, Brian pulled out the last shirt.
"How about this?" He asked, holding up an A&F green and grey jersy. "Yeah, that'll work. I have the perfect accessories, too." I replied like I had won the lotto. "Fabulous." Brian replied with a lisp. "Get out of here for a second. Let me put the whole ensemble on, and you tell me if it's cool, k?" "What? I can't stay?" He teased. "Get out of here!" I laughed and pushed him towards the door. "Oh alright." He smiled and left, closing the door behind him.
As soon as the door was shut, I took off the clothes I was wearing and began to change.
"So, what do you think?" I asked as I walked into the living room, completely dressed.
I had on the pants and shirt Brian had given me, plus an A&F necklace, and one of my infamous "Gilligan" hats. I had strapped on some of my Doc Martin's to complete the look.
"Oooo, sexy." Brian giggled. "Yeah, that's what I thought." I said egotistically as I stood in front of him. "It looks good." Brian smiled. "Wait, you haven't seen everything!" "What?" "This." I walked up close to him and pulled down the side of the jeans slightly to show him my Joe Boxers. "Woo Hoo!" Brian screeched and reached for my waist. "I didn't say you could touch!" I laughed as I slapped his hand away. "But I WANT to." Brian looked at me evily. "Huh uh." I smiled boyishly. "Who's gonna stop me?" Brian got up began to walk towards me. "You've gotta catch me." I smiled widely and began to run towards my bedroom.
Brian was quicker than I thought. Or maybe my smoke-filled lungs didn't let me move as quickly as I wanted to. Right when I stepped into my room, he grabbed me around the waist and tackled me onto the bed, landing right on top of me. I laughed loudly, trying to push him off of me. Brian wrestled back, managing to keep the upper hand. Soon, we were both laughing so hard that we couldn't wrestle anymore. As soon as our laughter began to die down, Brian looked down at me, tears running down his cheeks from laughing so hard. His smiled faded as soon as he locked his eyes on mine. He slowly reached up and placed his hand on my cheek. I didn't know what was going on. I just kept looking into his eyes, then reached up and tentatively laid my hand on his back. Brian slowly moved his hand up to my hat and pulled it off slowly. I raised my other hand to his back, looking into his eyes. Brian moved both of his legs up slightly to plant both of his knees on either side of me, then slowly leaned down to kiss me.
"What are we doing?" I giggled nervously, stopping him. "What's it look like?" Brian replied as he leaned down to kiss me.
I could feel a familiar hardness pressing against my thigh.
"Whoa, boy. Pull back for a second." I turned my head to avoid Brian's lips. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. I just need to go do some shopping and stuff." I rolled Brian off of me and sat up. "Matt?" Brian leaned forward and placed his hand on my shoulder. "You might want to tell Little Brian to calm down, too." I replied nervously. "Matt, what's wrong?" "I don't know what we're doing." I replied, trying to sound nice. "We're just--well, you know." Brian replied, beginning to massage my shoulders. "I need to change so these clothes won't be dirty for tomorrow." I stated, standing up. "Matt, we didn't do anything wrong." Brian pleaded with me as I stood before him. "I know, I know. It's just--well it's not, um, you know." I replied, frustrated. "It's alright. I think I understand." Brian got up with his head hung, and walked toward the bedroom door. "Brian, I didn't mean..." I grabbed his arm, turning him to face me. "Shhhh. It's alright, really." Brian gave me a half-smile and brought a single finger to my lips. "But...."
Brian pulled me towards him before I could react and kissed me lightly on the lips, letting his hands roam up my back. I couldn't resist, I let my hands rise up and rest on his hips. We stood there for a full minute kissing before he pulled away.
"Get dressed." Brian swatted me on the butt playfully. "Let's go do that shopping you were talking about.
Brian walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, leaving me to my thoughts.
(Part 4)
"Our next guest's last movie 'Club Kids' is still showing in some theaters around the country. It made a whopping two-hundred million, and he's already signed up to do a new movie next month....ladies and gentlemen--Matt Thompson."
As soon as I heard Rosie announce my name, I walked around the corner, finally coming into eye-contact with the audience. I waved at them, smiled at Rosie, and walked over to the Christmas tree, an ornament I had signed in one hand, and a bag in the other. I found exactly the right spot on the tree to hang my ornament, then did so. I quickly jaunted over to Rosie and gave her a hug.
"It's great to see you again." She whispered in my ear as she hugged me. "Same here." I smiled genuinely.
Rosie walked back around her desk and sat down while I walked to the chair next to her desk, and hopped on, pulling my legs up and sitting "indian style".
"Matt, it's so good to see you again." Rosie announced loudly as the audience died down. "It's great to be back. This is like the second time in what, a year?" I asked. "It's been that short amount of time?" Rosie asked. "Yeah, it was about this time last year." I replied with a smile. "Well, I'm glad to finally have you back here." "Wait, before we start here, I have something for you." I smiled, pulling the bag up into my lap. "Oh, what did you bring me??" Rosie asked like a little kid. "Well, first off, I know that you love chocolate, just like me, right?" "Who doesn't love chocolate?" "Good." I replied as I pulled a covered plate out of the bag. "I brought you some homemade chocolate chip cookies I made." "Ahhhh, how sweet."
I placed the plate on her desk and took the plastic wrap off and handed her a cookie.
"You made these?" "Homemade. Don't worry, I washed my hands." I laughed as I grabbed a cookie for myself.
Rosie laughed, followed by the audience as she took a bite. She chewed slowly, as if inspecting their flavor.
"These are delicious." "Thank you. And, Rosie?" "Yes?" "I learned at a very early age that if you didn't bring enough for everybody, then you're being rude, so...." I started as some of Rosie's staff began walking up the aisles by the audience. "I brought enough for everyone in the audience to eat with us."
Everyone in the audience started cheering as the cookies were passed out.
"Next, I brought a couple things for your charitable causes, here." I put my half-eaten cookie down and started digging in the bag when the audience got quiet. "Oh, what neat little things did you bring for e-bay?" "Well, before I show you my things, I have something pretty cool here. I talked to one of my friends, and he scrounged up a copy of his CD. You know, Brian Littrell?" I said Brian's name with alot of inflection as to draw a cheer. "Well he gave me an autographed copy of The Backstreet Boys' new CD 'Millenium' to put up for auction. All five guys have signed it."
The audience cheered as I pulled it out of the bag.
"That is so cool." Rosie cooed as she looked the CD over. "Now, onto MY things." I teased. "Yep." "Well, I brought the pair of boxers from the 'infamous' scene in 'Into The Sun', with my autograph on them. Washed, ofcourse." I stated, making Rosie and the audience laugh. "You know, this is just a feeling, but I think those will get some bids." Rosie laughed as I handed them to her. "Hand me your magic marker there." I asked.
Rosie handed me the marker with a curious look. I took off the hat I was wearing, laid it on the desk and signed it.
"You also get my hat." I smiled as I re-capped the pen and handed it and the hat to her. "You're like Santa Claus." Rosie laughed, putting the hat into her pile of goodies on the other side of her desk. "That's not all! If you order now, I've got some of that Pokemon crap in here for Parker." I laughed. "He loves Pokemon!" She exclaimed and took the bag from me. "Yeah, I heard something about that, so I got some for him. I didn't know what Chelsea likes, so I figured you could take her some of the chocolate chip cookies."
The audience cheered.
"That is so nice of you." "Well, I have that holiday spirit, I guess." I replied. "Well, thank you." Rosie replied, placing the bag behind her desk after inspecting it. "So, how're you doing?" "Pretty good." I replied. "Guess what?" "What?" "I have a bone to pick with you." Rosie lowered her eyes. "Uh-oh." I giggled. "What's wrong?" "You broke a promise to me." "I did?" "Yep. Do you remember what you promised me the last time you were here?" Rosie faked being hurt. "Um....what?" I smiled, confused. "Well, you told me you'd come back when 'Club Kids' came out, didn't you?" She asked, making the audience laugh. "Oh!" I began laughing. "Matt, did you do that?" She acted like she was condescending. "No." I laughed. "I'm sorry!" "Suuuuure you are." "Well, if it makes you feel better, I didn't go on Jay or Dave, either." "Yes it does make me feel better." Rosie smiled widely. "I went on Oprah though." I laughed loudly. "Uh huh. I see how it is." Rosie laughed with me. "I was so busy. But I came back TODAY, Rosie." "I guess I can forgive you. I just want you to know that I was very hurt and disappointed." Rosie faked wiping her eyes. "I'm sorry, I apologize." "Sure." Rosie laughed. "So, what are you working on now?" "Oh you're going to love this!" "What?" "All you kids at home, cover your ears." I looked at the camera. "Rosie?" "Yes?" "I'm going to be playing a stripper." I announced, making the audience laugh. "You're what?!?!" "I'm going to play a stripper." I re-stated. "How the hell did you manage that?!?!" "To tell you the truth, I really don't know." I laughed. "You're just getting a bad image lately, aren't you? It's hard to believe you're still only nineteen." She giggled. "I know! It's amazing. If you want to be in the Enquirer, just don't do anything." I replied. "Speaking of which, how are you handling the fame?" Rosie questioned. "Man, it was pretty crazy there for a while, as you know..." I started. "Yeah, I remember. You were on the cover of every tabloid and whatnot." "Right. So it was sorta bad there for awhile. I took it with a Morton's can of salt, though." I laughed. "But now that the fame thing is leveling out, it's a lot better. The fans are a lot less crazy now." "Matt, we need to go to commercial, but when we come back, I want to talk to you about something I heard about you." "What?" "Something about a photo in a certain magazine." Rosie curled up the side of her mouth. "Oh no." I laughed. "And I want you to sing with me." "I can't sing." I replied. "That's alright, I can't either. But John and the band have practiced the music for a song for us, so you gotta do it, okay?" "Oh, alright." I smiled, getting cheers from the audience. "Good deal. We'll be right back with Thompson Tales," Rosie made me laugh," And me singing with Matt, stick around."
As soon as the mics were turned off and the band led us into commercial, Rosie turned to me and began talking her head off. For the full two minute commercial, I didn't think I'd get a word in at all. Rosie seemed very happy that I was able to make it on the show. I just sipped the water they had put out for me while she gabbed. Right as the commercial was about to end, Rosie turned to the camera.
"Welcome back everyone. Okay, Matt. Are you ready to fill us all in on what's been going on with you?" Rosie smiled evily. "I hope so." "Well, I heard from a friend that you were in a certain magazine?" She blushed somewhat. "What magazine would that be?" I asked, playing innocent. "Come'ere." Rosie pulled me close to her and whispered "Playgirl" in my ear.
I just laughed as she pulled away.
"No. That's a fake. Sorry, folks." I laughed loudly.
The audience laughed, knowing what we were talking about.
"I had to be sure that it wasn't real." "No, it's not real, Rosie. I just found out about that the day before yesterday, in fact." I replied. "I think I was the last person on Earth to know." "What did you think when you saw it?" Rosie smiled evily. "I actually laughed. When I saw it, I was in a taxi on the way to a concert. Right when I saw it, I knew no one would think it were real." I explained. "You weren't upset?" "No. I mean, clearly you can tell it's fake. If it had been a picture they had taken while spying on me and I was really nude, I might have a problem, but that's alright." "You're alot nicer than I would be. I'd be kickin' some butt." Rosie laughed. "Well, it's not gonna do any good to get mad now that it's already out and everyone in America has a copy." I laughed slightly. "By the way, how'd you get a part as a stripper?" Rosie cocked her head.
I laughed loudly.
This is a pretty funny story, Rosie. I'll make it the abridged version, though." I stated, seeing we didn't have a lot of time left in the segment. "Go for it." "Well, I read the script, loved it, and told my agent I would like to audition for it. Fast forward to the audition. I went into the audition with four other guys. Nobody that you'd know, I don't think. Anyway, the director, producer and executive producer all sat at the front of the room by a table and told us that they wanted us to audition by dancing. They'd already seen all of our acting skills, so this was the audition. They started playing some music, and told us to just take it from there. So ofcourse, I started dancing, and getting into it. I was showing them my stripping moves, and removing clothes and whatnot. Anyway, after about ten minutes, the music stopped and we all stopped dancing. But when I looked around, I was the only guy in my underwear. Everyone else still had their clothes on." I laughed loudly. "Oh no!" Rosie laughed. "And the director, Bob Marshall, who I've worked with before, said 'That was great Matt, but we just wanted you to dance, not strip'." I finished. "What did you do?" Rosie was red from being embarassed for me. "I was so shocked I just looked him in the eyes and said 'Cool. So do I get the part or what?'." I stated, cracking up the audience. "That is too funny! But, guess what time it is?" Rosie smiled widely. "Please don't tell me it's time to sing." I laughed. "You guessed it. Come on." Rosie stood up and walked around her desk towards me. "Good lord." "Come on." Rosie laughed and pulled me up out of my seat.
She practically had to drag me over to John's piano, but she got me over there nonetheless. I knew my singing was bearable, but I had to put on a show nonetheless.
"Hey, John." I greeted him like I was being punished, causing him to laugh. "Matt, do you know the Christmas song, Sleigh Ride?" Rosie asked. "Yes, Rosie, I know it. But do I have to sing it? It's a pretty fast song." I pleaded. "Sorry, you already said you'd do it." Rosie smiled evily. "Now, the word's are up there, so don't worry about forgetting them."
I looked up towards the audience and saw a teleprompter with the first words of the song up, waiting on us to start.
"Okay, let's do it." I replied. "You do the first verse."
John Mc.D and the band started playing. Rosie quickly belted out the first part, having no problem, besides being off-key. I turned to her and sang my part as if singing a ballad to her, but still keeping the tempo. Rosie and the audience laughed at my display. We got through the song without a hitch, although I had to look up at the teleprompter a couple times. At the end of the song, Rosie and I sang the ending together, getting cheers from the audience.
"Matt, you are such a delight." Rosie reached over and pulled me towards her, hugging me with one arm. "You're pretty cool, too, Rosie." I smiled. "Will you stick around and help me introduce the next guest? She told our producers that she was dying to meet you." She asked. "Ofcourse." "Alright! Tell everyone who you're going to introduce when we come back." Rosie pointed at the cue cards. "When we come back, Mandy Moore is going to sing her hit single 'Candy' for us. Stick around." I smiled. "You are so cute!" Rosie squeezed me like a little doll as the music started to take us into commercial.
As soon as the music stopped, and we were successfully into commercial, I heard someone scream my name.