The normal legal disclaimer applies here: dont read this if you find homosexual material offense, or if you are under the legal age to read it, this does not imply anything about the people named, nor is meant to, and is completely fictional, though some may wish otherwise.
Chapter 7: The next day
I was in the kitchen of my dingy apartment when Brian finally woke up and strolled in.
"Hey," he said.
"Still sleepy?" I asked.
"Yeah, the concert plus our closet sessions really took a lot out of me," he answered, "guess I'm out of shape..."
"Yeah right," I laughed, "the day you're out of shape will be the day it gets real chilly down below."
Brian laughed as he poured himself a cup of coffee that I had brewed earlier in the morning.
"So," he said as he sat down, "time's ticking away on that movie offer..."
"No it's not," I stated with my head looking at the table and not him, "I'm sorry honey, but I can't take the chance of passing something that will expand my career or my wallet, so I called in the offer first thing this morning and said yes to it."
Brian was quiet for a long time.
"You sure that's what you want to do?" he asked.
"I knew that if I waited for you to get up I wouldn't be able to say yes to it after I saw you. So I got up early and called it in before I saw you because I knew if I saw you I'd want to spend every waking moment with you without considering what's good for my career, or my finances, or for us," I said to him, "Don't be mad at me, babe, but I think that by spending all of our time together on this tour will wear us out and we'll get sick of each other."
"That'll never happen," Brian started to say and I thought he was mad, "but I'm glad you did what you wanted to."
We chatted some more over pointless stuff and then the phone range.
"Mike, it's Jen, I've got some bad news,"
Jen told me all about it and I sat back down at the table and looked at Brian, he was so hot, especially when he's unshaved and rugged looking in the morning.
"That was Jen," I said, "she just called about my job as opening act for you guys on the charity that you're doing."
"That we're doing," Brian thought he had corrected me.
"No," I said, "that you're doing. Apparently my contract as opening spot has been ripped up since last night's concert because a Jive Records newcomer just finished her debut album and Jive terminated my contract as opening spot and put her in my place to give her more publicity, that way they're not advertising the opposition."
"What do you mean," he asked, obviously confused.
"When Jive Records signed me as opening act they were exposing me to fans every night, and since I am signed under Columbia Records they were, in essence, promoting competition, which isn't good for business. So they cancelled my spot and put one of their own artists in their to publicize purely Jive material."
"They can't do that!" Brian shouted.
"Well that's what Columbia Records thinks so Columbia is suing Jive and now Jive is counter-suing saying that Columbia knows that it was legal and is just suing to waste Jive's time and money and some other junk."
"I'm sorry, Mike,"
"Don't worry," I said, "none of us were getting paid for it, remember? It was charity tour, but the only thing is that you guys move on to the rest of your stops and I won't be able to come with you since I'm no longer opening spot."
"You mean that now we won't have any time together?" Brian asked with a sniffle.
"We still have five day until you guys leave for the next show, let's make the most of it."
I smiled evilly as I stood from my chair and sat down in Brian's lap facing him, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, and after a couple of seconds, lips to lips. We kissed passionately for a few minutes before Brian jumped out of the chair and carried me over to couch and dropped me there. Then he ran back into the kitchen and I thought he was going to leave me there on the couch. Then he jogged back in and jumped over the couch and onto me, carrying a small `Ben & Jerry's' ice cream bucket in his hand.
"What are you planning on doing?" I asked.
"Well," he said with a smirk, "we don't have any hot fudge, and this is vanilla ice cream with chocolate fudge in it, so I thought we could use this..."
"You..." I said in between giggles, "are a complete moron..."
"Yeah, but you love me," he said with a stupid grin as he ate some ice cream.
"Look at you!" I said, "you say I'm unhealthy because I don't eat breakfast, and you're eating `Ben & Jerry's' at nine in the morning!"
"Quite boy!" he exclaimed in a voice that him sound as though I was his sex slave.
"Or what?" I asked devilishly.
"Or this!" Brian pulled down my pants and flung a spoonful of ice cream into my boxers and ran.
"SHIT!" I yelled as I jumped from the surprise.
Brian ran around the room giggling like a schoolgirl.
"That..." I huffed, "that was just plain dirty...and completely uncalled for..."
"Sorry," Brian said solemnly as he extended his hand for `truce shake'.
I took his hand yanked him over the table and onto the couch where we continued to tickle each other and `eat' the ice cream.
Chapter 8: Two days later
Brian and I spent most of the other day on the couch eating ice cream...so to speak...
Anyway, Brian had come to terms with the fact that I had decided not to take the job as opening act and was happy that I had the chance to make a movie.
Well, I was walking into Jen's office when I caught the glimpse of something that made my pants stir. It was about 5'8" with very blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, I think they it call it `perfection in the form of a man'. Damn, if at any time I had to be in a loving relationship it had to be when I met the finest man on the face of the planet. I tried not to stare as I strolled Jen's office, she was on the phone, but hung up as I walked in.
"Do you actually watch TRL?" asked Jen as I sat down.
"Sometimes," I answered.
"How often?" she kept shooting questions.
"Seriously?" I was a little confused, "well...like twice a week, I guess...I like it, but I don't have a lot of time as of late..."
"Well, have you watched it lately?" she asked.
"Not recently, no...why?" I decided to take the role of the inquisitor.
"Because, you were on the show twelve days ago," she started, "the day after you appeared to premiere you video you were on the countdown at #8, the day after that you were #5, and ever since you've been #2, until yesterday when you hit #1!"
"WHAT?" I screamed as I jumped up.
"Listen, hun," she said sincerely, "you are hot right now and we need to capitalize other than talk show appearances. I just heard that MTV is holding a charity concert in Madison Square Garden and that time slots have been divided into 10 pieces, but Kid Rock has had to cancel his spot, and they are desperate for someone to fill. There are no big names that are available and people who don't have a prepared rehearsal down won't have enough time to do prepare, so if you want we can spend ten hours a day with choreographers for the next two weeks until the special and get the spot."
"Are you serious?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes," she said, "I've already found dancers ready to do the this in crunch time, even though they won't get paid this will be a pivotal thing on a resume if they agree. What do you say, ten hours a day for two weeks straight will be tough, but the choreographers have to figure what dance moves, see if you can do them, and then teach them to you..."
"I'll do it..." I said.
"Good!" she squealed, "one dancer that's agreed to do this is waiting outside for your decision, he's blonde and cute, hard to miss, his name's Matt."
Oh God...would I be able to work that much with man I had just been obsessing over?
The official results of the poll was: 46% for the movie 44% for the opening act 10% for the solo tour I like a couple of suggestions and plan on writing at least two of them in and I'll email if the suggestion was yours to let you know.