Date: Sun, 10 Oct 1999 18:52:07 EDT
From: Brwydevil@aol.com
Subject: Boys Bands: Running Thoughts 3

     Hello. As you can probably guess from the first two parts, dreams play
an important part in the telling of this tale. As does the past. I will be
developing it as we go on. I'm currently in two plays, working the weekends,
going to class and writing a new musical (for fun) so this story gets updated
whenever I can. Advice and support would be appreciated.
      I must tell you that the events and celebrity characters involved in my
little soap opera are all living only in my mind. I do not wish to imply
anything about their true nature... or at least the one they are hiding!
Onward... email me at BrwyDevil@aol.com.


                        Running Thoughts Part Three: "Move On"


        Tulsa was wild this weekend. It was by no means a large city... but
there were thousands of people there now. The Backstreet Boys touched the
hands reaching out to them and smiled seductively in between the dancing.
There was never a silent moment. The group ended the concert with one of
their more popular numbers,'All I Have To Give'. They exited quickly and ran
to their dressing room.
    "Yeah, baby!" Howie yelled as he ran over to the couch and plopped down.
His brow was very sweaty and he grabbed a towel to clean himself up.
   "Another great show..." Kevin leaned against the desk. He sipped his
bottled water and cracked his knuckles.
   "Too many people to give autographs, though..." Brian mentioned. He took
off his emerald shirt and winked at Howie slyly.
   "Yeah, that's too bad. I like doing that. And there are no backstage
passes this time, either." AJ was the last to enter the room. "Walkin' with
the fans... thats so great."
   "Next time..." Kevin sighed. Everyone looked over at Nick who hadn't said
a word since the end of the concert.
    "Hey, Nicky... did you kill your voice out there again?" Howie asked.
    "No, man... just don't have anything to say. We did good..." he answered
slowly and turned to his section of the desk. His odd behavior sent a shiver
through the room. He had always appeared so calm and controlled. He always
was the optimist. These past few months had taken a toll on him. He was
lonely. And no matter how many fan letters he recieved, he was still detached.
    "Ummm... we got a promotional cocktail party at Hudson's, guys." Kevin
stated. He looked down at a note which was tacked up on one of the mirrors.
"We're all expected to be there..."
    Nick was biting his lip. It was quite obvious that he was not in the mood
to be going anywhere- let alone a crowded club. Kevin picked up on this right
away and moved over to the young blond.
     "You don't have to come... who's gonna notice if only four of us show
up?" he chuckled lightly. The rest of the boys nodded ironically and smiled.
"I'll just say you had a rough night."
     "I'm pretty sure they'll know if I am not there, Kev." Nick said softly.
"I'll be fine... we won't stay that long, right? Just pictures and crap..."
     "I never know what they set up for us..." AJ mumbled. "But if you don't
want to go, it's not that big of a deal."
    "Are you guys sure?" Nick asked, his eyes darting around for their
responses. The other four agreed and comforted him.
    "We'll handle it... go back to the hotel, man." Kevin smiled.
      Nick attempted to smile, picked up his dark blue duffel bag and turned
out of the dressing room, in search of a lift back to his room.

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      Justin stepped out of the elevator and walked back to the suite. He
could not find a soda machine anywhere. Room service was sick of hearing from
him, he figured. The minibar in the corner of the room was filled with only
alchoholic beverages and he was not much of a drinker. He was at one time...
but to him, it began to seem pointless and pretty much a waste of time.
Everyone else in the world seemed to be heavily intoxicated from one thing or
another, so Justin decided to stay away from practically everything.
      Chris was asleep on one of the couches nearest the television. The
other three had gone out to find their muse... or so they said. It was time
for a new song to be written and they wanted to check out Los Angeles. Justin
walked over to his luggage and took out his CD carrier. It was usually filled
with 25 various types of music. He never knew what he wanted to listen to.
But on this particular trip, he only packed 10 intrumental recordings.
Soothing piano sonatas or flowing dramatic orchestrations.
     Without a second thought, he chose one and played it softly- making sure
he didn't wake up Chris. It began with some low flutes and then added some
other instruments as the piece continued. Justin pulled the long red curtain
away from the window and stared at the rainy sky. He smiled slowly as he
thought about the city he was standing above.
    "No one ever takes in a whole scene... and appreciates it." he thought to
himself. "No one ever looks at the little things."
    "What are we listening to?" he heard a groggy voice coming from the
couch. Chris was attempting to sit up. Justin placed the curtain back and
walked over to the bed across from where Chris was sleeping.
    "I don't even know. I just put it in..." he checked the CD case. "Ummm
its an early Berliose I think."
    "No way, man." Chris was now fully up and sitting on the edge of the
couch. Justin looked over at him. "This has got to be Vivaldi..."
    Justin was quite surprised. He never knew Chris had any knowledge of
classical music. He never knew Chris had any knowledge of anything. No one
ever really spoke to him about much. He was always the quiet one. Justin
looked down at the CD case once again.
    "Hey... this is Vivaldi."
    "I know." Chris smiled. He brushed some of his hair out of his eyes and
leaned back. "Where is everybody?"
    "Seeing the sites..."
    "How long have I been out?" Chris rubbed his eyes.
    "Only about 3 hours or so." Justin rose from the bed and turned the music
up a little bit. He was nearly skipping to the tunes. The lights were rather
dim as the grey sky permeated the large windows around them.
    The two boys were silent again. The sound of the rain against the glass
and the mesmerizing tones of the beautious melody filled in the need for
words. They rarely had anything to say to each other anyway. Chris was
usually distant. Justin was usually private.
     "You hungry?" Chris asked.
     "Im thirsty... there aren't any soda machines in this hotel!" Justin
smiled and leaned up against the wall. "You want me to order you something?"
     "No. I think I'm gonna go out."
     "Where this time?" Justin raised his eyebrows and smirked.
     "It's L.A, man... there's gotta be something out there that I missed!"
he shook his head and rose slowly from the couch. "You can't cover an entire
town in one day!" he smoothed out his shirt and yawned. "You can't find what
you're looking for in one trip." And he walked into the other room and shut
the door.
      Justin stared at the closed entryway with amazement. That was the
longest thing Chris had ever said to him. Plus it made an enormous amount of
sense. Justin sat down on the couch and closed his eyes. Chris' words
spinning around in his mind. You can't find what you're looking for in one
trip. You can't. Justin stood up and walked over to the telephone. He was
ready for his next trip. He dialed room service...

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        The cocktail party at Hudson's lasted far too long. Everyone wished
they had backed out like Nick had done. The photographers were pushy. The
drinks were watered down. The atmosphere was loud. Kevin's smile was
beginning to get painful. Finally, the crowd began to thin out and the
Backstreet Boys were allowed to leave. They were all pretty exhausted.
      "Can't we just sleep..." Howie moaned as he slipped the card key into
the door and entered the small hotel room. Brian was hooked to his lover's
belt holes on his jeans. He was nibbling on Howie's shoulders and giggling to
himself. "It's late, sweetheart..." Howie persisted.
    "Yes we can sleep... we can sleep all day tomorrow." Brian rubbed his
hands over Howie's chest and licked up his neck. They both realized the door
was still open and quickly shut it before a bellhop or late night visitor
passed by.
     "All right, fine. You've convinced me." Howie turned around and kissed
Brian full on the lips. His tounge entered his boy's mouth and he tasted the
cool soda pop that they had shared during the car ride home. He pulled Brian
closer to him and put his right hand on his shoulder for leverage. They
grinded into each other and nearly fell backwards.
    Brian broke the kiss and began to laugh softly. Romantic rendezvous were
great... but quite clumsy in real life. He wished everything could go as
smoothly and as perfectly as in movies... but that was not the way of
reality. They regained their balance and looked at each other. "I could look
at you forever." Brian whispered.
    "Why don't you?" Howie kissed him again, much more sweetly. The two moved
over to the king sized bed and Howie sat down. He brought his hands up and
undid the buttons on Brian's shirt. Their eyes never parting. He took his
arms out of the sleeves and let the red shirt fall to the floor. Howie smiled
as he ran his fingertips along Brian's stomach and up his chest.
     The band of his boxer shorts were seen from the top of his khaki slacks.
Howie ran his fingers along the cotton fabric and licked his lips... They
still were both locked in their gaze. The moist beckoning eyes speaking to
each other. That was love. That was a connection. To each soul. That was
happiness for them. Howie stopped for a moment and a crease came to his brow.
    "Something wrong? You don't like these boxers?" Brian looked down at the
red and white striped underwear. Howie shook his head and moved his finger up
to his lips. He was listening for something... a musical piece was flowing
through the wall.

    In the next room, Nick was laying on his floor. He was staring at the
simple tile design of the cieling above him. He was breathing rather
shallowly as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Vivaldi was wafting in
the air.


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    Ok... the stories will merge from here on in. I will attempt to answer as
much as I can and resolve the mysteries I have created. The new chapters may
take a little time to get out to you but keep emailing me and I will keep you
informed with that is going on. I appreciate the responses I have recieved
and I wish to thank the Nifty Story Archives for printing my work. Until next
time, you can reach me at BrwyDevil@aol.com. Thanks! Kevin.