Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2001 08:50:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Really Bigdreamer <reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: My JC Chapter 9

Disclaimer: Don't read this if this is illegal where
you are, you are underage, or if you find m/m
situations offensive. Also, I do not know the members
of NSync, this is pure fiction and not meant to imply
anything about those mentioned.

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*Ring...*

"What in God's name do you want?" I asked as I picked
up the receiver.

"Mike?" I knew the voice.

"JC?" I asked as I sat up.

"No, it's Rebecca... your manger, remember? Were you
drinking?" I've been doing this the past couple of
days. The last I heard from JC was that he wasn't out
to the other guys in NSync...that was two days ago. I've
been hallucinating, hearing him whenever I pick up the
phone and seeing him whenever I do stuff.

"No, of course not!" I protested. "What do you want?"

"Were you thinking of touring for your new album?" she
asked rather happily, something rare for her.

"No," I replied, "I told you that I wasn't going to
tour for little bit. I'm enjoying being a businessman
and still being a celebrity. It's nice to have a nine
to five job, co-founding and owning my own record
company and all, is my escape from the celebrity
world. It helps me think that I'm normal for those
eight hours a day. That's when I'm just the boss."

"You're always the boss," Rebecca laughed. She was
right though, I was in complete control of my career
now and wouldn't have it any other way. My first
record contract gave the label complete control of my
music and image, now I have a hand in everything I do.
I write the lyrics to my songs, someone else writes
the music. I co-direct my videos, was president and
owner of my record label, which I founded after
leaving my old one...

"Where are you going with this?" I was completely
confused, which isn't uncommon for me at this time in
the morning.

"Well, I got a call today from Robert Freedman,
remember him?" she asked.

"He directed `Turning the Tables', the comedy I
starred in a couple of years ago..."

"Yeah, well, they have everything they need to start
the sequel, except you," she exclaimed.

"Not interested," I replied.

"What?" she screeched. "Since when aren't you
interested in doing a movie. Aren't you the one always
complaining that you want to be remember as much as an
actor as you are a singer?"

I remained silent.

"Listen, kid," she began to explain, "the first movie
was a big hit and they're willing to pay through the
nose for you to come back in the sequel. I mean
mega-bucks, boy. Come on..."

"Maybe."

"Good, I'll have them mail you the script ASAP, tell
me if you're interested then..." she said before hanging
up the phone.

I plopped back down and buried my face in the pillows.


*Ring...*

Ugh indeed.

"What?" I mumbled.

"Mike!" Oh God, I'm having that hallucination again.
I've never felt like this about anyone before, no one
has ever made me hallucinate. "Mike?"

"What?" I asked.

"It's me, JC..." wow, this was a good one. Usually once
they started to talk the dream ended.

"Um, ok..."

"Aren't you happy to hear from me?" Oh my God. It is
him. Caller ID proves it, unless I'm having a double
hallucination and imagining that his number is being
displayed.

"Yeah, of course, where are you?" I asked.

"Well, we've finally wrapped up the tour, so I'm on my
way back to New York..."

"Ohhhh," I whined, "how cute. The first thing you're
gonna do is come see me."

"Well, actually we're going to New York to rehearse
for the Michael Jackson concert, but you're a fringe
benefit..." he chuckled.

"Fringe benefit?!" I faked being mad. "Kiss my ass!"

"I'd rather do something else to it..." I could almost
hear him winking at me...

"Yeah, me too, like talk," I said, crushing his hopes.

"About..."

"You. Me. Carson. Us." I listed the choices. "And
mostly importantly... is there an us..."

"Of course there is an us... we just haven't had much
time lately. We will, promise..." he said soothingly.

"Whatever, listen, I am NOT going to the Michael
Jackson tribute with you so I..."

"Why not?"

"I'm not exactly a big fan of his..."

"But there will be other people performing..."

"I am not paying $2,500 to see you guys, Britney
Spears, Whitney Houston, and Destiny's Child. I see
you all at the VMAs..." I laughed a bit.

"Please, come on, I love the guy, you have to like him
a bit..."

"I like `Scream', that's it, and I doubt he'll do that
song. Sorry, but I'm really a Jackson fan...Michael
Jackson or otherwise."

"Janet?"

"Rhythm Nation album is it..."

"Who is your inspiration?"

"Madonna, she has more a message. I believe in that
more than just making money..."

"Mike, come on, I..."

"Listen, no, I don't want to go, just go with the
guys..."

"Alright...I guess..."

"Well, when do you get in?"

"Two hours, JFK airport, be there..."

"Ok," I answered, noticing that he wasn't as excited
as he was when we first started talking.



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