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This story is totally fictional and not meant to imply anything about the sexuality of Kevin Richardson, Brian Littrell, AJ McLean, Howie Dorough, or Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys.
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Time Out with the Backstreet Boys By Billy Burrew
Chapter 1
Bill had just logged off line and already the phone had begun to ring. He picked it up on the 3rd ring.
"Hello?", he said into the receiver.
"Is this Mr. William Michaels of Chapel Hill, NC? Mr. Michaels, My name is Earl Phillips and I am calling on behalf of the Backstreet Boys!", the voice said excitedly.
"Well, Earl, I guess persistence has it payoffs, as my mother used to say. Please call me Bill.", Bill said, chuckling to the voice on the phone.
"Well, Bill, your persistence in entering the ticket contest for the Backstreet Boys Concert has paid you a great dividend. You have won tickets to go see the Backstreet Boys at the MCI Center in Washington, DC as well as a 4 day/ 3 night stays at the DC Grand Hyatt, and $2000 in spending money.", Earl said quickly. "Let me go ahead and get some more information from you and then we'll expect to see you here on September 18, 1999."
The rest of the phone call went smoothly as Bill supplied all the additional information to Earl and then hung up the phone. Bill quickly dialed up his sister Kathy in DC and told her that he'd be up visiting the weekend and where he'd be staying. As he mentioned that he won the tickets, she shrieked and asked if she could go.
"Yep, I got a ticket here with your name on it, and besides, I think you might wanna chat with Howie. He lost his sister to lupus earlier this year and you and he might be able to, well, connect to each other." Bill replied quietly.
After talking more with Kathy, Bill finished up and replaced the phone receiver in the cradle. As he did so his roommate/lover John, came downstairs and asked who had called.
"It was that concert I entered into for tickets", Bill began, "I won!".
"Which one? Backdoor Boys or NSUCK?", John said, shaking his head disapprovingly back and forth while rolling his eyes.
"Ummm.... Backstreet Boys!", Bill responded irritably, "I really wish you wouldn't always put me down for things I like, like my music, or what I watch on TV, or EVERYTHING! I am SO sick and tired of it!"
"So when are you going to the concert?", John asked, rolling his eyes.
"This weekend. It's in DC, I can stay with Kathy.", Bill responded, leaving out that he had also won hotel reservations in hopes that John would stay home.
"Cool. How many tickets?", John asked excitedly.
"Two", Bill responded, "One for me and one for Kathy."
"Oh, bummer, I was hoping for four so that I could go and see about scalping them on EBAY or outside the arena.", John said, grinning.
"You would.", Bill said under his breath.
"So....you just gonna hang out here this weekend?", Bill said, moving the subject away from his weekend activities.
"Yeah. I'll see if I can find some hot UNC guy to hook up with while you are away.", John said nonchalantly.
"Whatever.", Bill said and headed out of the living room. Bill wondered when their relationship had begun to change for the worse and just shook his head at the spiraling decline he just witnessed.
Bill went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth, thinking about the upcoming weekend and making notes and plans on his mental to-do list for tomorrow. He would take off early Thursday from work, drive up to DC, stay over at his sisters house, and then check into the hotel on Friday morning. Bill washed his face and then went to bed.
The next morning, Bill woke up and he and John went to work and Bill told his employer that he would be leaving on Thursday and not returning til Wednesday of the next week. His boss, Homer, ok'd it and made a note on his calendar. Bill liked his job, and all the extra hours he had put in the previous month had left him with some substantial "comp time" to take.
The rest of the week went by quickly and by Thursday morning, Bill was all packed and ready to go. As he and John went out to the car, Bill reminded John about leaving work early to drop him off at the airport.
"Oh. That's today?", John said. "Cool. No problem! Then I got the weekend all to myself."
"Yep.", Bill said, "And I will be flying back in on Tuesday evening, so try to remember to come and get me, I will call if the plane is delayed, but I am scheduled in at 7:30 pm. Personally, Bill had high hopes that John would get laid so that maybe he would stop acting like such a dick.
Work passed quickly and as Bill looked at the same product on his monitor for the millionth time, he decided it was good to go and printed it. As he picked up the print from the Color Printer, he glanced at the clock and realized that he was about 20 minutes late getting going. Bill locked up his office and headed over to see John. John was also closing up and soon they were out on the road to RDU.
John dropped Bill off at the entrance to the airport and Bill checked his suitcase, keeping his smaller backpack and dayplanner with him. As Bill stood in line to pick up his tickets, he reflected on his luck and how great getting to see the concert would be.
When it was his turn at the ticket counter, the lady took his name and began to search for his reservation, then gasped loudly, "I am sorry, sir. There seems to be some problem with your ticketing. Did you make these reservations yourself?"
Bill shook his head no and asked what the problem was, feeling the stress in his stomach reach an all new high.
"You are not scheduled for a direct flight to DC. You are going to be flying into Charlotte and then laying over there until 11:30. Then you will catch a flight into National...err I mean Ronald Reagan Airport."
"Oh Thank Heavens!", Bill sighed, smiling. "By your tone, I thought there was no reservations made for me and I was gonna be really, really upset!"
"Then you don't mind a few hours layover?", the ticket lady asked.
"Nope. I got a juicy mystery book and I am not afraid to use it.", Bill laughed lightly.
"Thank you, the last time this happened to me, the guy was ALL up in my face. I was a wreck for hours afterwards.", the lady replied, shivering from the memory.
"I am still gonna get there, so I don't see the point of going ballistic.", Bill replied smiling as the lady printed up her tickets and put them into a carry pouch.
"Well, I put you down for the captain's lounge in Charlotte, so you can sit comfortably and have a few drinks and some food while you wait.", the lady smiled back.
"Thank you. That's really awesome of you. That's customer service. Do you have a comment card I can fill out?", Bill asked, remembering all the nice comment cards customers had filled out on him when he worked at Kinko's. The lady handed him one and ushered him off to the right gate as the plane was beginning to board.
The flight to Charlotte was uneventful, Bill had his headphones on and was listening to some mixed music he had made until the stewardess tapped him on the shoulder and told him it was time to land and to put his seat in the upright position and put his walkman away. Bill grinned and stowed the walkman. As Bill departed, he walked around the airport and finally spotted the captain's lounge. He showed his ticket information to the gentleman at the door and was seated in a nice secluded booth. After he ate a nice pasta dinner, Bill read his book as he drank a few bourbon and ginger ales. Not knowing what time it was, Bill looked at his watch and realized that his flight would be leaving in about thirty minutes. He finished up and paid his bill and thanked his waitress for letting him have the booth for the last two and a half hours, and gave her a $20 tip and then grabbing his bag and headed out to his gate.
As he approached the gate, Bill was surprised by the number of girls hanging out there, waiting for their flight. Must be on an a team outing or something. Bill reached the gate officer and presented him with his ticket. The gate officer looked at Bill for a few seconds then grabbed his walkie talkie and said a few things into it that seemed pretty unintelligible. He then handed Bill his tickets back. Bill had finished putting his tickets back into his bag when a hand clapped down on his shoulder and Bill looked up at a very large man.
"You Mr. Michaels?", the man asked as Bill nodded slowly. "I was instructed to have you wait in the VIP lounge over here until the flight begins to board. Would you mind following me?"
"Sure.", Bill smiled, "Lead on MacDuff."
The guard grinned and lead him to a room with a bar and some sofas. The shades were all pulled down and the guard asked him to keep them pulled down until someone came to get him. The guard added that he might be a few minutes so Bill was to make a drink and get comfortable. Bill went over to the bar and grabbed two bottles of bourbon and a can of ginger ale and mixed up his 3rd b & g of the evening, tho his was much stronger than the first two from the lounge.
As he sat down drinking his drink, he put his headphones on and began to relax, shutting the world out. Bill finished his drink, then got up and made another one. He sipped on it for a while, then decided he had enough and sat back on the sofa, feeling relaxed and a bit drunk.
The tapping on his arm became more insistent, as Bill was roused from his nap. His eyes popped open and his hands pulled off his heradphones as he realized he was no longer alone in the VIP lounge.
"Huh?!??", Bill croaked, and the room was filled with laughter. Bill looked to his right and sitting beside him was a really handsome guy. Bill blushed and grabbed his drink and took a sip to clear out his throat. As he sipped, the guy next to him leaned over and asked, "How many of those have you had? I took a sip out of that and I almost choked to death. It's wicked strong."
"Hmmm.....This would be my fourth drink tonight.", Bill replied sourly, "Sorry it was so strong, I just never know when complete strangers will be drinking out of my drink."
As he said this the rest of the room erupts into laughter and the guy besides him blushes, chuckling at the rebuff.
"He got you there Kevin. Hey Buddy, what are you doing in here, this is the VIP lounge?", asks another guy sitting opposite on the other sofa.
"I am supposed to be here. A guard told me to wait and have a drink. I am supposed to be flying to DC tonight to go see a concert this weekend. I must have been more tired than I thought, as I can usually drink about a dozen or so drinks this strong before I fall asleep.", Bill replied. "Oh, my name is Bill, by the way, thanks for waking me up." Bill got up off the sofa and headed to the bar to grab a water.
"Oh, you're the one who won the tickets to see us in concert on the 18th, huh? I was sort of expecting it to be another teenager", grins the red-haired guy at the bar. The sleeping miasma that was clouding Bill's head is finally lifted and realization dawned on Bill who these guys are. These guys are the Backstreet Boys.
"Yep, and it just dawned on me that you are the Backstreet Boys. I didn't expect to see you all till the concert. Are you flying up to DC tonite too?", Bill grinned nervously.
"Yeah, our manager saw you were in NC and decided to fly you here and have us all fly up to DC together.", Kevin said, getting off the sofa and coming over to Bill. "You aren't making any more drinks are you?", he chuckled.
"No, just getting some water.", Bill replied grabbing a bottle of water and popping the top. "Anybody want a drink while I am here?"
"Yeah! Let's do shots you guys!", Nick grinned, pulling off his ballcap, his blond hair falling down around his eyes. The guys all agree as Bill mixes up some quick shots from the liquor at hand.
"What are you making, Bill?", Brian asked, his eyes on all the bottles that Bill is emptying into the large shaker glass with ice.
"It's a special drink", Bill explained, "It's called Southern Death. I used to drink this with some baseball players at GWU when I went there."
"What's in it?", Kevin asked, wrinkling his nose up at the amount of liquor.
"A little of this and a little of that. I'll tell you after you drink it. Nick, I don't have enough for all of us so I am mixing you up an extra special one, it's called a brain hemorrhage."
"AWESOME!!!", Nick exclaimed as the guys reach over and grab a shot glass off the bar after Bill had filled them. Bill hands Nick his shot, a red and grey looking thing and Nick laughs showing it off to everyone.
"OK, a toast!", Bill announced, "From an awesome show tonight to a safe flight to DC and another awesome show there. Skoal!" Bill throws his drink back and watches as the guys to the same, quickly drinking their drinks.
"Oh GAWD", Brian coughs, "That was SO STRONG!"
Bill smiles, looking at everyone else coughing and holding their chests, except for Nick who had a gross look on his face.
"What's the matter Nick? Not good?", Bill laughed
"That was pretty gross! It was all lumpy and gritty.", Nick said loudly.
"That's why its called a brain hemmorhage, the brain is all the gray stuff.", Bill replied chuckling, "that drink is also called a cum shot, and I don't think I have to explain why."
Nick blushed, coughed, and wiped his mouth as the rest of the guys, recovered from their drinks, began to laugh at Bill's trick.
"What was in our drinks?", Kevin asked from beside Bill.
"Southern Comfort, Bacardi 151, vodka, and Irish CrŠme.", Bill replied grinning as Kevin looked at him sickly. "It'll put some hair on your denuded chests."
"Come on you guys, we have to get going to the plane, we were late getting here from the concert.", Kevin states, walking over to the door as everyone gets ready to face the crowd.