The normal legal disclaimer applies: everything here is fiction and is for entertainment only and not to imply anything about any celebrity mentioned. If you don't like homosexual stuff or are under 18 then you shouldn't even be reading this disclaimer let alone the story.
This will be my first of many stories in the 'Dreams Can Come True' section, so I hope you all enjoy it from the start. I was going to submit this story a close to two years ago but a story called 'Bad Boy B-Rok' was submitted a couple of days before I finished my first section and I thought the stories were really similar so I scrapped the whole story. Now close to two years late I rewrote much of the story changing lots of things and want to thank Leprechaun the author of 'BBB' because his GREAT story was an inspiration for me to redo this one. Thanx Lep!
Prologue:
"No it can't wait until Monday," I shouted into the phone, "It needs to be in my hand by Friday! And I don't know when Friday in your time zone is but in the time zone I'm in is called Eastern Standard Time Zone and Friday happens to be TOMORROW!"
After I finished yelling I punched `end' on my cell phone and sighed. The papers I was yelling about validated my spot as opening act for the Backstreet Boys latest tour. The tour wasn't to promote a new CD of theirs, well it was but they wouldn't get any money out of it. Ok, I know I'm getting ahead of myself and definitely confusing you. So let's start from the beginning...
My name is Mike, I'm 5'8-1/2" with a medium/slightly athletic build, and jet black hair with the brightest of green eyes to contrast them, I'm gay, and ever since I was fourteen I knew I wanted to be a singer. Either that or a pediatrician, or a lawyer, or a photojournalist, or an actor, or...well, lets just say that I wanted to be something different every day and that I felt that singing was the only thing that gave me enough freedom to express my diverse feelings. I had been writing songs since I was 13 and I had gotten quite good at it too. When I was seventeen I formed a band called Drizzle, don't ask me how the hell we got that name but when I was nineteen we got the chance at a record deal and it was decided that I wasn't a good front-man so I was bumped off the lead singer spot and Jessica, our keyboardist, was put in its spot. However I was asked to stay around as a songwriter for the band. I then left the band and explored the possible things I could do. After a month I was running short on cash and had just turned 20 so I decided to try out for another record deal, this one solo, and I got it!
My manager, Jen, told me that it would be best if I went with only recording a couple of the songs I wrote because if the album bombed I might get the chance at another if I did all my own songs or all songs not my own. I decided that she was right and Jen arranged with record execs for me to be able to record three songs I wrote myself.
She also arranged, in a contract, that at least one of my songs had to be released as a single and I would have as much or as little control over the video as I wanted. The label execs agreed to our terms, which was strange because normally new artists had to agree to all terms given out by the record label and the artist had little say in it whatsoever.
The recording of the CD was rushed so that it would be out during the Christmas season. I noticed that the songs the label had chosen for me to record (the ones I hadn't written) were all bubble gum pop songs about puppy love and romance whereas the three songs I wrote were rock. One even had some traces of rap roots in the lyrics, which I liked since it contrasted the pop sounds of the rest of the CD.
The CD's production was rushed so much we had it done in 8-1/2 weeks whereas it normally takes about 14 weeks to make a CD.
I thought it was a great CD. It had 12 tracks. The 3 tracks I did were rock sounds and one sounded rap-like, 4 of the tracks the label chose were slow bubble gum pop songs, 1 sounded retro-like, and the other 4 tracks were fast beat bubble gum pop.
The label arranged for me to be the opening act on the Backstreet Boys' new tour, which was a sellout! However the tour was to promote an album they did for charity and was only two months long and had already been going for about five weeks and after everything was signed and legalized I would only have opening act spot for about two weeks.
But I didn't care, two weeks with two shows one week and three shows the next with and all the shows being sellouts still helped promote me greatly!
Chapter 1: One day later
I walked into Jen's office at 10:30, a half-hour late because of a car accident. Stupid New York drivers! I probably shouldn't say that since I am from New York too. Well, I planned on staying in New York for a few days but then going home...but I got the record deal and you know the rest so I guess I decided to stay in New York for a while longer.
I sat down in the chair across from her and she handed me a few papers to sign and explained them to me as I read them. After reading them carefully I signed them, officially making me the opening act for the rest of the Backstreet Boys' tour!
"Well, I actually have someone here who wants to meet you," she said as she opened the door.
I was shocked to say the least. My jaw hit the floor and could barely speak. There before me were the Backstreet Boys!
"We normally don't go out of our way to meet our opening acts, but we do like to get to know them before they start and we were in this part of city," Kevin explained as I began shaking the hands of the boys.
"Hey finally there's someone my age around," Nick joked as I shoot his hand.
Once I had shaken everyone's hand I found to courage to speak.
"Wow," I said, ok, it isn't much but at least I found my voice.
"I think he's kinda star-struck," Brian laughed at my response to the Boys.
"Could be," AJ agreed.
"Actually," I started to say, "I normally don't get star-struck."
"That's kinda hard to believe," Brian laughed.
"Oh crud," Kevin stated as he looked at his watch, "AJ, Howie...you guys and I are late for our photo shoot for the `Got Milk' campaign."
"I still can't believe that they only wanted three of us to do the shoot," AJ said.
"Sorry we can't stay, but we've gotta go," Kevin said as he started for the door.
"Actually," Nick started, "only you guys have to go to the photo shoot, and I wanna get to know Mike a little better, you don't mind if I call you Mike, do you?"
"No," I simply said.
"And I think that it would be cool to go out to lunch with someone my age," he said.
"Hey, that's not a bad idea," Brian agreed, "me and Nick don't really wanna wait around for you guys to finish doing your stuff all day!"
"Alright, do whatever you want," Kevin agreed, "but we gotta leave now!"
"Wanna come?" Nick finally asked me what I wanted to do.
"Sure," I agreed.
We all piled into their limo and drove off. After AJ, Kevin, and Howie got off at the studio for their pictures Nick told the driver to take us back to their hotel because he had to change.
I followed Nick and Brian up to the room they were sharing.
"Frack and I usually share a room," Brian told me.
"Oh..." I mumbled to myself as I was stunned by the largeness of the room.
After they changed we went down to Diane's an Italian restaurant that was pretty secluded. We ordered pizza and had to debate about what we wanted on it. Eventually we decided on pepperoni, sausage, and mushrooms.
"So Mike, when does your first single come out?" Nick asked.
"Two days from no actually," I said, "I am EXTREMELY nervous, though."
"What kinda music is on your record?" Brian asked me.
"Well I got to put three songs I wrote onto the CD, those three are rock songs, but the label chose the rest of the songs that I would do and they chose mostly bubble gum pop songs except for one really retro-like song."
"Oh, well that's cool," Brian said.
"Hey," Nick said, "Brian, AJ, and me were gonna hit some clubs tomorrow night, wanna join us?"
"Um..." I had to really think about if I was doing anything the next night, "sure, why not?"
We finished our pizza and left the restaurant quickly to avoid the public, even though they wouldn't even know who I was.
Chapter 2: One day later
I wandered through the day doing nothing useful and waited for Nick to call telling me that he and Brian were on their way to pick me up. Finally at around ten Nick phoned and said he and Brian were just leaving their hotel and to expect them in about 20 minutes.
I was ecstatic to be going clubbing with the Backstreet Boys, or three of them at least.
My room was buzzed and Nick said over the intercom to meet them in the limo. I agreed and through on my coat and ran down to the car.
When I got in the car I noticed that only Nick and Brian were in the limo.
"Where's AJ?" I asked.
"He decided not to come," Nick answered, "he said that he wanted to give me and Brian some...um, some, uh, time alone together since me and B don't do much alone anymore...and we always used to play b-ball like everyday possible and stuff."
I was confused by the hems and haws of Nick's answer but accepted it nonetheless.
Once inside the club I immediately began to scan the crowd over for any signs of promising women. Even though I'm gay I still try to act straight when in public and there is a few women I do find attractive, one of them being Jessica Simpson. Anyway, I was hooked on this one woman about 5'4" with jet black hair and a great ass.
I walked over to her and after three seconds of conversation I realized that she was probably a hooker. Then I noticed that Nick and Brian had similar luck with the ladies they had scoped out. So we decided to get a table ourselves and order some drinks. The woman asked for my drink order first so I got a Diet Coke (which I like better than regular Coke for some reason), Nick got a Ruby Red Squirt, Brian decided that drinking by himself wasn't any fun so he got a Diet Coke too.
"You know Brian," I said, "just because Nick and I are underage doesn't mean you can't drink."
"I know, but I don't care," he answered.
Nick and I conversed while it seemed that Brian hung onto my every word. Then I decided that I was tired of just talking and asked the DJ to play something that I could really hardcore dance to.
Next thing I know a revved up version of Jennifer Lopez's `Waiting for Tonight' comes on and I could barely keep up to the beat. But even though it was wicked fast I kept it going busting every move I knew and I ended up clearing the dance floor of everyone except Brian and some blonde chick.
Brian and I made our way back to the table and fell into our chair exhausted. We guzzled our Diet Cokes and Nick just laughed at how tired we were.
"Hey," I decided to say something about his laughing at us, "at least we kept up to the beat and didn't sit down after 15 seconds!"
"Hey now," he said, "it was at least 16!"
Brian and me laughed as Nick made fun of himself.
"You know, Brian," I said, "you haven't said much tonight."
"Sorry," was his response.
After Nick and I had talked for about 10 more minutes I decided that I was gonna order something to drink. Once I got the waitress's attention I order me a shot of tequila. Then Brian and Nick decided to each get a shot of tequila too.
"Well," Nick said as he raised his shot followed by me then Brian, "to friends."
We clinked our glasses and each took our shots. Nick started to cough but he said he was fine.
I guess the shots loosened us up because we each ordered another one. This time we skipped the toast and just took the shots.
Well it was about 1:50 when we left the club and got back in the limo. The limo guy either misunderstood Nick when he asked him to take me home first or Nick was too drunk to remember to tell him to take me back to my place when Nick asked him to go back to the hotel.
The limo stopped at the guys' hotel and we all got out. We all stumbled into Brian and Nick's room. Brian got on the phone and asked room service to bring up a bottle of Jack Daniel's and three glasses. About 15 minutes later a man with blonde hair wheeled in a cart with the bottle and three glasses.
We drank Jack Daniel's until 3 when Brian said he was tired but that he didn't care if Nick and I kept chatting. He should have been after all he drank, even though he and I drank a lot less than Nick did.
Once I was sure Brian was fast asleep I decided to ask why Brian had been so quiet throughout the night.
"Nick," I started, "why was Brian so quiet and...isolated all night?"
"Well," he said with his slurred speech, "he probably likes you...he's always quiet whenever he's around someone he like...besides he told me yesterday he thought you were hot...but he only gets real quiet when he really likes someone..."
"Brian's gay," I more or less asked myself that aloud.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Nick answered, "he always said he was bi but when Leigh Ann dumped his sorry ass he's never even really talked to woman in that way...you know the I'm interested in you' way...he and Leigh Ann agreed to do a public romance to hide his sexuality and even went as far to go through a phony engagement...but when she actually got engaged to someone else they ended the façade and said that it was on mutual terms'"
"That was only a couple of weeks ago," I said.
"Yeah but they broke up like close to a year ago..." Nick started, "ever since then it's been all bullshit for the press..."
I was shocked at this to say the least! Not only was I attracted to Brian sexually but he was attracted to me too!
"Nick," I began slowly, "I'm gay..."
"Well then," he slurred, "I guess you have it made with B-Rok, don'tcha?"
"Guess so..."
That's it for part 1 and I hope you enjoyed it as much I did. Send me you responses, thanx!