Nsync with My Premonitions

September 18, 2000 M0ntyB@Hotmail.com *Nsync with my Premonitions-Part 2

This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned. If you are under 18 years of age, please leave now.

After a good night sleep, I woke up about 10:30. When I opened my eyes, I had no idea where I was. I certainly wasn't in my hotel, but really could not remember where I had gone last night. I continued to lie there and tried to remember. My thoughts were interrupted by the fact that I had to pee. I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom and relieved myself. Afterward, I slipped on my underwear and walked out of the bedroom and into the great room of the suite. When I did, I realized where I was very quick. Walking in I saw five guys and realized that they were *Nsync.

Justin was the first to speak, saying, "Well, good morning, sleepyhead." The rest of the group looked over and all said good morning. JC walked up to me and whispered good morning and then kissed me.

"Sleep well?" he asked.

"I haven't slept that good in a very long time. I guess it was the fact that there was a warm body with me last night. How about you?" I said smiling.

"Slept like a baby," he announced.

"Don't rub it in, JC!" Lance said almost shouting.

"I can't help it if I got laid and he is still here the next morning. I guess I just have that attraction that he couldn't resist."

"Back up there, big boy. Remember I was the one that had the premonition that I was going to meet you. I didn't have to come to the club, but I thought what the hell."

"Well, I am very glad that you did," JC said, wrapping his hands around me and kissing me once more. "Now, go get your shower," he said slapping my ass as I turned away.

After one last peck on the lips, I walked back to the room and jumped in the shower. While I was in there, I heard someone walk in. It was JC.

"What are you doing today?" he asked.

"Well, I have some paperwork that I need to work on and not much else really. Why? Oh shit. You guys have to perform tonight. You wanted to make sure that I had something to do so you won't have to let me down too hard so you guys can go to the arena," I explained trying to make it easier for JC.

"Actually," he started, opening the curtain to my shower, "I was hoping that you would come and hang out with us today. I already asked the guys and they said that they didn't mind one bit. In fact, it was Justin's idea. I would have eventually brought it up, but he beat me to it."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Honest," he answered. "Now is there enough room in there for me also, or should I wait?"

Seeing how he only had on his boxers, I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the shower. Once he was in, I bent down and pulled his, now soaked, boxers off and threw them on the bathroom floor. After a while of kissing, we started to soap up and get clean. JC and the guys had to be leaving the hotel within the hour. So we finished up and got dressed. When I got back to the main room, everyone was doing their own little thing.

Justin was playing his Playstation. Joey was bobbin' his head to some music and dancin' in his seat. Lance and Chris were both reading the morning newspaper. I walked over to Justin and asked if it was really ok for me to hang with them today.

"Hell, yeah. We would love to have you around. Plus, think of it as part of you birthday celebration."

"Well, I thought that you guys contributed to that last night," I said, nudging his shoulder. Justin just laughed.

"This is something more that we can do. After all, I think JC likes you."

"Y'know, I have the same feeling about him."

"Hang around with us today. You'll have a blast."

I just smiled and sat next to him and picked up the second remote and started beating his ass in Mortal Kombat. Then he did the same to me. Before we could finish the tiebreaker, the phone rang. Joey reached over and picked it up.

"Hello?"

Silence

"OK. Thanks. We'll be right there," he said, hanging up the phone. "That was Sonya. She said the bus is ready for us. We need to head on down."

"Here we go guys," Chris yelled. "Loosen up and get with it. We are gonna give Atlanta a show like they have never seen before."

"Damn Right!!!!" they all screamed back. Before walking out the door, JC put his arm over my shoulder while walking next to me and asked, "When do you have to leave town?"

"On the 11th," I answered.

"Well then, how about you going back to your hotel and checking out and coming to stay with me for the rest of your trip? If you want to."

"Sure, just let me go back to the room and get my keys," I said, turning around. JC grabbed my arm and said, "No. There is a limo downstairs. I'll tell the driver to take you to your hotel so that you can get your things and when your done, he'll bring you to the arena. Everything will be cleared so you should have no problem getting in. When you do, ask the guard at the door where, Sonya Jenson is and she will bring you to the stage." He paused, then looked back to me and said, "I'm glad that you decided to show up last night."

"Me too," I said as the elevator door chimed and we all walked in with the doors closing behind us.

When we hit the lobby and the doors opened, flashes of light were practically blinding me. News reporters were flashing their cameras and yelling questions to the guys. I froze. JC grabbed my arm and had to pull me out of the elevator. The *Nsync bodyguards were trying to make their way through the crowd while surrounding the guys and myself. As we passed the front desk, JC stepped out of formation and said something to the desk clerk. When he came back, he handed me a key.

"This is for you. Incase no one is around when you need to get in the room." Pointing at the front doors of the hotel, he said, "When we get out the doors, follow me."

I just nodded my head yes, still amazed how the guys could stand all of the reporters.

Once outside, I followed JC to the driver of the limo. He told the driver of our plans and he agreed. He opened the back door and I hopped in. JC then joined the others and got on the bus for the short ride to the arena.

On the ride to the hotel, I was reliving last night and really not being able to believe my luck. I just replayed the scene with JC and myself. The beginning of the evening will be good jack off material for later on. But with JC with me, I may not have to jack off by myself for a long time to come.

We pulled in my hotel and I went through the process of checking out. Once I finished, the driver pulled out of the hotel and started heading for the arena. On the way there, he and I were making small talk. Nothing too important. He did mention that last night he had to come back from the club without JC. So that was why he excused himself last night as we were leaving. He was telling the driver that he was going to catch a ride with me.

Once we arrived at the arena, the driver told me Sonya's name once again so that I wouldn't forget it and he told me that he would take my things back to the hotel.

"Where, at the hotel, would you like me to put your things?" he asked me.

"Put them in the great room of the suite. I'll take care of them when I get back."

When I arrived at the door, the guard asked my name. "Monty," I said. Scanning his list, he finally located my name at the bottom of the page. "Ah, Mr. Blake. Here we are. Hope you have a good day."

"Thank you," I said. "Do you know where I can find Ms. Sonya Jenson?"

"Go down this hall until you come to your first intersection. Take a left and she should be in the second office on the right."

"Thanks again." And I was on my way to Ms Jenson's office.

Once I arrived, no one was there so I just opened the door and took a seat. After looking around what was a make shift office for road shows, the door opened and there stood a woman with the most irritated look on her face.

"Who the hell are you?" she snapped, as she walked behind her desk.

"Monty," I said. "JC told me to ask for you."

"OHHHHHH!!!!! I am so sorry. On days like today, you can't be too careful." Reaching back behind her, she pulled out one of the crew tour necklaces with the correct tags and such. "This gives you unlimited access to all areas of the arena. Just make sure that you keep this around your neck and no one will bother you".

"Thank you."

"Well, if you will follow me, I will take you to the stage." I held the door open and let her lead the way.

Walking to the stage, it seemed like we were going around in circles. We turned left and right at least five times a piece. When we finally arrived, there was practically no light to see anything.

"Just follow the lights on the floor and it will take you to the front. If you will excuse me, I need to make a call." She stuck out her hand for me to shake.

"It was good to meet you," I said to her, and then she took off out of sight.

Doing as she told me, I followed the runner lights with my hands out in front so that I wouldn't bump into anything. While I was walking, I could swear that I could hear a second pair of footsteps behind me. I paused for a second and looked behind me. It didn't help, because I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. I turned around and continued walking toward the front of the stage. About a minute later, I felt someone's breath on my neck. I actually started getting scared and started walking a little faster. No matter how fast I walked, I could still hear the footsteps behind me.

Without knowing what else to do, I stopped and turned around. When I did, I was met with a kiss. It was JC trying to scare me. Well it worked. We embraced and kissed for a second or two before he jetted away without saying anything. When I turned around, a curtain opened up and there stood a figure.

"Hello?" I called.

"It is about time you got here." I could tell by the voice that it was JC.

"How did you get up there so fast?" I asked.

"I have been here the whole time, why?"

"Oh, nothing," I said. "I was just getting lost and...Oh forget it."

I then realized that it was not JC that kissed me. The only other person it would have been was Lance. When I went through the curtain, I looked around on the stage and Lance was missing. A second later he walked out of the right wing with a bottle of water. He knew that I knew and I just winked at him. He flashed me a smile before turning around.

After my eye contact with Lance, I started looking around the set and noticed how great it looked. I couldn't believe I was standing on the same stage as *Nsync. Not to mention on their stage set. It was awesome. On the front of the stage were five circles, which I found out later, rose out of the floor during one of their songs. Just behind them were two moving sidewalk pads. One of them went one way and the second the other way. When I turned to look at the back of the stage, there was a bridge structure. It spanned the entire length of the stage over the opening of the curtain. Above that was a big screen for the audience. The set designer did a great job.

JC finally got my attention and asked how I liked it.

"It looks fantastic."

"Well, we start out way up there," he said pointing straight up. "The opening number is 'No Strings Attached', so they will lower us down on these guide wires. It will appear as if we are floating."

He continued explaining the entire show to me. With each song he seemed to get a little more excited. Once he finished, a man walked onstage and called for the guys to get together. JC excused himself, saying to me, "Manager".

Once they were through talking to their manager, they all got in a circle to do their warm ups. JC waved his hand for me to come over. Once I got there, Justin told Joey to find middle 'C' for them.

He cleared his throat, opened his mouth and hit a note. From my experience in music through high school and college, it was determined that I had perfect pitch. I noticed that Joey didn't hit the right note.

I interrupted him, reluctantly, and said," Joey, you are on a B. You need to move a step up."

"I was hitting a middle C," Joey protested.

"Actually, this is middle C." I proceeded to hum the note for them to hear.

"Are you sure?" Joey asked.

"Do you have any musicians around? Or a piano?" I asked.

"Mike!!!" Justin called.

"Yeah," Mike answered.

"Hit a middle C for us on the piano, please."

Mike walked over to the piano and hit the note.

"I'll be damned," Joey said. "I guess I'll have to work on that."

"Well, I have perfect pitch. While I was in chorus in high school and college, my teachers figured it out. Listen, Joey, I didn't mean to upstage you but I just wanted you guys to have the right note."

"Hey, no harm done," Joey concluded.

"Hit the note for us again, Monty," Chris said.

Once again I hit the note and Justin took over. The next sound was each of the guys holding their own note making a five-part harmony chord. It sounded great. After holding their notes for about 10 seconds, they went into some intense warm up exercises. Nothing like what I experienced in school at all. Once they were finished, JC told me to go and sit about halfway up the auditorium and let them know how things sounded.

"When should I tell you? During the song, at the end or at the end of the set?" I asked.

"If we are off key," Lance started, "interrupt us. Let us know." The others agreed.

I walked about halfway up I chose a seat on the isle and made myself comfortable. While they were singing, I closed my eyes so that I could concentrate on the blending of their voices. They sounded excellent. Not one wrong note was hit. I was really surprised that JC didn't have problems singing, seeing how he was deepthroating me almost half the night before. They came to the slow section of the show. In this section, they sing one song a capella. It's called, "I Thought She Knew". When they started singing, someone was off. I couldn't tell who it was, so I continued to listen. After about 30 seconds, I realized it was Joey.

I started walking toward the stage. When I reached the edge, they stopped singing and looked at me.

"Someone is off key," I said to them.

"Who?" JC asked.

"I'm not sure, completely. Start again and I will come up there and listen closer."

They once again started. As they were singing, I placed my ear in front of each of them and when I reached Joey, I confirmed my suspicion. I didn't know how to go about telling a professional singer that he was off key. I didn't want him to think that I had a big head, nor did I want to hurt his feelings and point him out in front of the other guys. When they realized that I knew who it was, they stopped singing and looked at me.

"Well, who is it?" Chris asked.

"First off, I don't mean to try to out do anyone, I just have a very good ear for music."

"OK," they said. "But who is it?" Justin repeated.

"You won't get mad, whoever you are?" I asked.

"No!" they all said in unison.

I looked up at Joey and said, "You. You are just half a step flat. Sing your part for me. Everyone come in together, but as soon as Joey has his part, everyone else fade out."

I told them to start, and Justin started his hand motions to show the beat. They all came in together and after a couple of notes, I waved my hand for the rest to pull out. Joey kept singing, and then stopped. "Man, I didn't know I was off. I really couldn't hear it."

"Try it again. This time take a half step up," I said, looking at Joey.

Justin started the hand count and they came in and sounded wonderful. I stepped in front of Joey. He was right on key. I gave him and nod and went on listening to the rest of the song. Everyone hit their notes just right. When they were finished, Joey thanked me. He said that he could here the difference. Once he got through, JC called a 10-minute break and asked Lance to bring his water bottle when he came back.

"See, I told you the guys would like you. They are real cool."

"I just don't want to seem like this nobody trying to tell them what to do," I said looking at him.

"Your not. You're helping us out."

With that, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the curtain. Once behind it, he kissed me lightly. We were finally interrupted by Lance with JC's water bottle.

"Here, ya go, JC," Lance said, knocking his arm.

"Thanks, Lance." Now looking at me, he said, "I'll be back in a minute. I need to talk to someone."

Once he left, it was just Lance and myself left standing there.

"So, what did you think about the kiss?" I asked him.

"What kiss?" he asked.

"Well, when I was trying to find the front of the stage, I just happen to turn around in the dark and someone kissed me. Now I know it wasn't JC, because he opened the curtain as soon as this other person left. When I finally stepped out on the stage, here you come with your water," I explained.

"Oh, you mean that kiss?" he said with a smile.

"Yeah, that one."

"Oh, it was great. I really enjoyed it."

"Well, I am glad you did," I said smiling back at him. "So, should we tell JC or is it not such a good idea?"

"It probably won't be such a good idea."

"Then, your secret is safe with me," I said, winking at him. He smiled and disappeared through the black curtain.

After the rest of the rehearsal was finished, the guys called in an order of food for their lunch. When the food arrived, JC asked me to come with him to the makeshift café. The rest of the guys took off running in front of us. I guess they were starved.

"I have something I need to ask you later," JC said to me.

"OK," I responded. I hate when people bring things up for later, now. It drives me nuts.

"I would ask you now, but it is not the right time. I will ask you tonight after the concert. OK?"

"OK," I said, taking his hand in mine. We finished our walk to the café and got in line behind the others and waited our turn.

Once lunch was over with, the guys retreated to a room behind the stage that had a few 'props' in it. There was a TV and couch with chairs, basketball goal and a pool table. This was all to be used in the show for between acts. After the closing of act one, they would all run back here and 'play' around for a bit before changing and going back on stage. I found out later, they recorded it so that they had more time to change and relax between sets. JC decided to get his bike out and ride around the auditorium for a bit while the others played basketball. I went and sat down on the couch until JC returned.

"Hey, guys. There is a TV new crew outside doin' a live broadcast."

He reached for the remote and turned on the TV and clicked to channel 11. On the screen, there was a fairly attractive man talking to the crowd behind him. The crowd was made up mainly of girls. Probably one percent of them were guys, anywhere from 6 to 25. He went from one girl to the other asking a question or two, and then he asked the entire crowd, "Who is your favorite *Nsync-er?"

The crowd erupted in every name of the band. People were screaming all of their names, but you could hear Justin's more than any other. Then I turned to JC and said, "JC is my favorite."

"And why is that," he asked, imitating the reporter.

"Well, I can't say on TV, but I will whisper it in your ear," I said smiling.

Leaning his ear to my lips, I whispered, "Because he told me he loved me."

"Is that so, sir? And what did you tell him?" he said, still imitating.

Still whispering, "That I loved him, too."

He turned his head so that his lips were next to mine and kissed me again.

The other guys just looked and all said, "Get a room!" then went back to what they were doing.

JC let my lips go and started flipping through the channels. When he finally got to something that tickled his fancy, he put the remote down. He then proceeded to slide further down the couch from me and lay back to put his head on my lap to watch the set. I took my hand and let my fingers slide through his hair. I put my other hand on his chest and kept it there. Within 10 minutes, he was asleep. I just continued to play with his hair and grabbed the remote and turned the volume down and changed the channel.

A few minutes later, the guys got tired of the b-ball game and came to sit down on the surrounding chairs. Justin sat next to me on the couch. I put my finger up to my lips to let them know that JC was sleeping. We all just started talking about this and that. I asked them about their tour, how they met and so on. Then Chris asked how JC and I met.

"Well, it is a long story, but I'll try to give you the short version. I had a premonition that I would meet him.

"What's a premonition?" asked Joey.

"It's when you can see something happen before it actually does. Almost like being a psychic. Right?" Lance added.

"Sort of. I get them through my dreams though. On the night before my birthday, I had the dream that I was going to meet JC."

"How?" Lance asked.

I continue to explain the dream to them. I even told them of the previous dreams.

"In your premonition, you didn't see that it was JC?" Justin interrupted.

"No. It was dark in the bar and he had on a dark hat covering his eyes."

"Sounds like him," Chris said. "He doesn't like to be spotted when he goes out dancin' by himself."

"I had no idea that it was him. He even threw me off when "Bye, Bye, Bye" came over the system. He said that he was getting tired of hearing that song because they were wearing it out."

They all chuckled, knowing that sounded just like JC.

After the laughter died, I told them the worst part of the premonition.

"How did he die?" Justin asked.

"He was hit by a car. As we were leaving, he stepped out into the road without looking and when I tried to grab him and pull him back, it was too late. When we actually did leave the bar last night, he did step out into the road, but I got there a split second earlier and pulled him back."

"Man, are we glad you did," Joey said. The others agreed.

"How can you tell the difference between a premonition and a dream?" Lance asked in his low voice.

"In my premonitions, I see a bolt of lightning right after the incident," I explained. I even told them of the murder I saw. That spooked them all.

"Y'know, JC has never asked anyone to stay the night with him or even stay the weekend with him," Justin pointed out to me. "And I have known him since we were in the Mickey Mouse Club."

"Come to think of it, you are the very first person that I can remember him asking to stay with him," Chris said. "I mean, it's not like he picks up people all that often. Actually it is very rare."

"Well, he and I seemed to have a strong connection between the two of us. He told me last night it was like we were sole mates. He even told me he loved me."

"Really?!?!" Lance asked in amazement.

"Yeah," I said looking at each one of them.

"What do you think of him?" Justin asked.

"I fell in love with him the minute he came and sat next to me at the bar," I said, with my left hand still in JC's hair and my right hand on his chest.

"I don't know what it was, as I said before, but there is some strong force or connection that wants us to be together."

When I got through saying that, JC started rising from his nap. He sat up and looked around.

"Hi, guys. How long was I asleep?"

"About 20, 25 minutes," I answered.

"Whatcha talkin' about?" he asked.

"Not much," Justin answered, patting my shoulder.

Chris looked over at me and asked if I would excuse them. They had to go and talk to wardrobe and other people for the concert. I said sure, and they each got up and left. When Lance left, I noticed that he seemed a little depressed.

"Are you OK Lance?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, sniffling. "I just got something in my eye." He started rubbing his right eye for more effect.

When everyone was out of sight, JC sat next to me and put his hand on my leg. He didn't say anything, just sat there with me with no sound except for the TV, which was turned down low.

"You OK?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"You just seem a bit quiet."

"Just still tryin' to wake up, I guess. Listen, I have to go with the guys.

Feel free to do whatever you want. We will be back soon." He then kissed me goodbye and walked to the hall where the others disappeared.

As he was walking away, I thought I could see him wipe his eyes. I guess he was just rubbing them to wake himself up more.

I turned back around and grabbed the remote and turned the volume up on the TV and flipped through the channels. When I got to MTV, "God Must Have Spent A Little More Time On You" was just coming on. I stayed and watched it thinking about what God has given me now. I laid my head on the back of the couch and closed my eyes listening to the guys. As soon as the first chorus was finished, I heard no more. I had fallen asleep.

To Be Continued............

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