Date: Mon, 8 Jul 2002 23:43:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: hOnEy BaBeE bOy <a1_dude2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: The A1 Show chapter 1

Disclaimer - Don't know'em, or their sexuality, this is just to write to
express myself, blah blah blah, hehe. I still love them.

-Lance...

The A1 Show

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Chapter one
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I sat on a bench with about 50 other hopefulls around me. Each of whom
looked a little better, sung a little better, and all in all were a better
pakage than me. But I had something they didn't. I had the charism, the
knack for the job.

First off, let's get aquainted. My name's Ben Adams. I'm 15 and a half, oh
about 5 foot 5, and maybe 120 pounds on a good day. I had an ok singing
voice, but hardly as good as these other guys. Take for instance, the guy
sitting next to me, Christian something or another. He was an awesome
singer. Compared to him I sounded like Geri Halliwell on a good day, which
isn't all that much better then a good day.

"Hi, I'm Mark." Some cute boy said as he smiled at me. He extended his
hand.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" I said.

"I think you may have been in my dance class." He said. I nodded.

"Ben, Ben Adams." I said, shaking his hand.

An hour later a woman came out of the door. "Alright, I need numbers 53
through 60 to come this way." She said. I looked at my card. I was 58.

We walked into the room. A man behind a chair started asking questions.

"All right mates, I need your complete honesty here. If you lie you'll have
to be kicked from the group if you make it. Right, you then." He pointed to
Mark. "You have a certain look to you. Are you a queer?"

Mark gulped. He looked down. The he looked over at me and smiled. He
giggled. "Yeah, atually, I am. I'm not going to lie to you. But I don't
think the fact that I like guys should mean I can't fulfill my dream. I
mean look at George Michael, umm, umm, help me out here." He said.

I helped, "Rupaul." I said giggling.

"Hey, that's right." Mark said.

The man behind the desk laughed. "Right, right then. Let me here a song
from you. What will you be singing today?" He asked.

"Err, I was thinking 'Together Again' by Janet." He said laughing. Mark
sang his song, then another guy sang 'I Will Survive,' Chris sang The Spice
Girls' 'Say You'll Be There.' We all danced around while he sang it. Next
was a boy named Paul, who sang Aqua's "My, Oh My." Next it was my turn.

"Now, what are you going to sing for us you floppy haired boy." The man
said. Everything had been going perfect, so my nerves were going wild on
me.

"Err, at first I was going to do a Celine Dion song, but I think I'd rather
do a Kylie Minogue song." I said. "Maybe 'Put Yourself In My Place'?" I
nodded. I sang the song accapella.

I hear that you're in love now Baby dunno what to say I can't believe that
I still fill this way-yay

I hear that you're in love now Baby dunno what to say But before you decide
That you ain't gonna be mine You better put yourself in my place

When I finneshed singing they were in tears. Even the man in the desk.

They led us out of the room. After hours of waiting and chatting Chris,
Mark, and me became best friends. We found we each had a certain something
in common. Two of us were gay, and Chris had a best friend who was gay who
was also auditioning for the group, Paul Marrazzi. He pointed him out and
Mark and I both looked at each other. "He's got floppier hair than you
Ben." Mark said.

"Oh shut it queer." I said laughing.

"I'm a queer if your a queer."

"Maybe we can be queer together sometime." I said getting really close to
him. "Mark."

"Yeah?" He answered.

"You're sitting on my hand." I answered. He laughed. "Nice bum though." I
said smiling.

There were 10 of us left. They decided to call one group in. By then we
knew that we were out of the competition because those guys rocked. Paul,
Chris, Ben, Myself, and this other boy named Kerry were left. We all just
huddled around each other and started crying. Suddenly the door swung
open. The other guys walked out and left.

The woman spoke, "I need to know your clothes sizes, you all have your
first photo shoot tomorrow." She said smiling. "Great job guys, you made
it." She said. With that she gave us each papers for our first weeks
ittenirery.

I walked into the management company the next day ready for action. It was
a pretty small place, it had a few other bnds who were starting out, the
most famous being Steps. They had gold discs on the wall for their band. I
was looking at a picture and smiling. Someone grabbed me from
behind. "That'll be us one day babe." I turned around quickly and saw
Mark. I smiled. "Good morning then." He said. I just stared at him.

"You're just too cute in the morning." I said.

"Yeah, well, they told us not to do our hair because there was no use in it
as they would have hair and make up people here. So I just threw on a hat
and a pair of trainers and was off." He said. I looked dow, he was wearing
his Pajama bottoms. I looked down and saw I had on a pair of trashy old
shorts and a muscle shirt. He giggled at me and kissed my cheek. "Cheeky
monkey, you are." He said. He grabbed my hand and pulled us into our
dressing room. Paul and Chris were already getting dressed. Paul turned
around and smiled at me.

"Wanna see something Ben?" He asked. I nodded. He pulled down his pants and
mooned me.

"Is that a tatoo?" I asked. Vicky walked in, she was our manager.

She covered her eyes. "Oh my gosh, I'm so soryy, oh my gosh, is that a
tatoo? We can't have that, no, oh no, I'm in so much trouble." She
said. Paul laughed. He licked his index finger and rubbed the cartoon man
off.

"It's a temp." He said laughing. She giggled.

"I'm Vicky Blood. Welcome to Blood-Bryne management." She smiled. We all
introduced ourselves. After everyone was dressed she smiled. "Now come one,
we have a photo shoot to get to."

While we were getting our photo's taken Vicky was asking us questions. "So,
do you know what kind of music you want to make, I mean, I know we're doing
pop, but what are you lots musical influences?" we all listed several
people and she smiled. "Well, the label wants you to do mainly ballads,
which, i think is right, as you all have great voices, but for more uptempo
songs, do you have any dieas? Old School, new school, pre school?" She
asked smiling. We all giggled.

I answered this question. "I think we all really just wanna make a good,
decent pop record." I said. The other guys nodded. "It's like, look out
London, here we come." I said laughing.

Vicky smiled. "That's a good title, for a debut, 'here we come' What do you
thing." We shrugged and nodded.

I smiled at Mark, he was cute when he was all made up. I smiled and shook
my head as he blew a kiss at me and laughed. Little did I know I was
falling for him.

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Ok, wow, chapter one of the new series. Isn't it awesome. After the [semi]
success of Same Old Brand New You, and 30 chapters as well, I decided I
didn't want to stop writting, but, that series was about as over as Britney
Spears' career in acting [I know, bad joke.] But, I love my a1 boys, and
will never stop liking them. So, buy the mini albulm titled 'A1' in a
walmart near you. It rocks, and you so rock if you buy it.

please visit the site and join the show at www.a1show.gq.nu