Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2001 14:46:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Really Bigdreamer <reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: My JC

Disclaimer: Don't read this if you don't like this
kinda stuff, are underage, or this is illegal where
you are. This is a work of fiction and not meant to
imply anything about the sexualities of the people
mentioned, we can only hope.

Author's Note: This is my fourth story, but this story
seems to be flowing much easier than any of the rest.
I'll try to update this about once a week, and though
the chapters are short, I'll try to keep them about
the same length.

If you came to read a hardcore sex story, sorry, no
sex in my story for a while. This is a romantic tale,
or at least it's supposed to be, so you won't see sex
for a few chapters. If you want romance, read on.

E-mail your comments to reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com

Enjoy :)


Chapter 1:

"This sucks on so many levels," I said as I lie on the
bed in my hotel room, bouncing a tennis ball again the
wall parallel to me.

"What does?" asked the hot young blonde to my left.
His name was Nick, no not Carter, but Nick Piazza, my
best friend since high school.

"What do you think?" I asked sarcastically. Suddenly
his hand shot out and grabbed the bouncing ball before
it reached my hand again.

"That's annoying," he said solemnly.

"What is?" I asked stupidly trying to imitate his
earlier question.

We've always had this type of relationship, but that's
besides the point. Let me explain who I am, why I'm
trapped in my hotel room, and why it sucks:

My name is Michael Lang, but almost everyone knows me
as Michael, except for my friends and family, to them
I'm just Mike. Michael is my stage name, the one that
I've used for several years. It all began about seven
years ago when I was 19 (for you math whizzes that
makes me 25 now, I mean 26...) when I was in college. My
dormmate prompted me to try out for a part in a movie
that auditions were being held for. I've always been a
good singer and a great actor so after some prodding I
agreed. Miraculously I got the part in what I later
found out was a low-budget movie that had spent a
large chunk of its change on getting Julia Roberts to
play in it. Making a long story short the movie became
the highest grossing film of the year, leading to
another highly successful film and a record deal. The
record deal is what really changed my life.

By the time I was 20 my first CD came out and was met
with killer results, but my label had complete control
over my image and I was forced into this teenybopper
image. My next CD came a year later and I had left
that label to join another with more artistic freedom
allowing me to create a new image, one that was
sexier, edgier and allowed me to break away from my
teen craze stuff. Soon enough my name was synonymous
with that sexy image. My next CD came out the year
after that and controversy was sparked with even more
sex, my views on politics, and minorities, especially
gays. I sympathized with them on the CD simply because
I am gay and my sexy image, a true reflection of me,
hides my homosexuality.

I left show business for a short time to start a
record label of my own with my business partner Alex
LeBlanc. I kept my musical career alive by appearing
on soundtracks as I raked four more hit movies. Now,
three years after my third album and my following exit
from show business I have my fourth album recorded and
ready to be released, but my fame has seemingly
increased tenfold, not that I'm complaining, but a mob
of fans are outside the hotel's front and rear exits
waiting for me. The only way out is through the window
and I refuse to climb down the fire escape...

"Why are you still here?" I asked Nick, not meaning to
be rude, "I mean, you're not famous, they aren't
`after' you..."

"I thought that I'd keep you company," he replied with
a smile. Nick was one of my inner circle of friends
that knows I'm gay. My inner circle is tight and I
keep them close to me at all times, especially Nick.
Like I said, he was my best friend throughout high
school and I had asked him to be a dancer on my first
tour so I had a reason to bring him along for the ride
of fame. He's still one of my dancers (though I don't
plan on touring soon), and now a model too, but most
importantly he's still my best friend.

"Remind me why I do this..." I said as stared at the
ceiling becoming more annoyed with the chanting of my
name outside the hotel.

"First off, you ditched college so if drop this you
have no source of income, except your highly
successful record company, but you've made enough
money to stay very comfortable for the rest of your
life," he said playfully, "second, it pays you enough
to employ me," he looked at me with a smile. "And
finally...you love it..."

"Oh yeah," I acted like I had forgotten that, "I
forgot how much I love people chanting my name all day
long, surrounding my place of residence so I can't
leave, and..."

"...and buying millions of your CDs and movie tickets to
make you filthy rich," Nick interrupted.

Again, he was right. My worst selling CD was my first
and it sold 15 million worldwide, a gigantic feat so I
guess I shouldn't complain.

There was a knock at the door and Nick stepped out to
talk with whoever was out there, I knew what he was
going to ask...

 "You ready?" Nick asked as he walked back into my
room, "Security is waiting at the doors, the NYPD is
at there, and one of your bodyguards is here, the
other is in the limo already."

"Yeah, I guess so," I whined. "Where's Rebecca?" I
asked about my manager.

"She's in the limo too," my bodyguard answered for
Nick, "I just escorted her there a few minutes ago."

"Thank you, Jeff, I guess we can go..." I trailed off as
I replied to the 300 pound mass of muscle in front of
me.

"Anytime," he said with a smile as I closed the hotel
door and put on some sunglasses.

I waited impatiently at the elevator, Jeff's 6'4" tall
body towering over me at 5'9" and 140 pounds. I pushed
my light brown hair out of my stark blue eyes as the
door opened and my slender frame slid in next to
Nick's slim form and Jeff's massive body.

We exited the elevator and walked through the lobby
heading for the main entrance, I both dreaded and was
eager to face what waited for me outside as a smile I
tried to hard to suppress crept over my face. We
finally reached the doors and made our way out into
the mass of people outside.

I smiled and waved to the crowd as the screamed
deafeningly loud. I looked to see two hotel security
pushing the crowd away from the doors and four NYPD on
both sides of me holding my fans at bay. I felt like a
general commanding an army and thought that this is
what Caesar must have felt like, if I said so they
would trample the security, police, and bodyguards to
carry me off.

Jeff easily pushed the people the NYPD couldn't hold
back out of the way as he helped Nick and me into the
limo, closing the door behind us before he joined my
other bodyguard, Myron, in the front seat with the
driver.

We sped off at I couldn't help but chuckle at the
thought that this was because I had to walk to a
car...



Hope you liked it!

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