Date: Thu, 09 Nov 2000 11:38:04 -0500
From: fsw99 <fsw99@pop.mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter 58 of One Big Happy Family

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			    Chapter Fifty Eight

The week flew by and it was already Saturday. We were in the process of
unloading all of our instruments, and would soon go in for sound
check. Word about our concert appearance had spread all over our school,
and BD had asked Isaiah if he could come with us. Everyone had readily
agreed. He was very helpful in getting all of our stuff inside. Nate was
glad for his help.

The boys were all remarkably calm. They all had a look of determination on
their faces, rather than fear.

We were just about ready to tune the instruments and go though our sound
check when Kenny Wayne came back stage. "Jimmy, good to see you, bro," he
said, as he walked over and shook Jimmy's hand. "Mom called about Dad. That
kind of sucks, you know? I am glad the bastard is gone, though. What's this
shit about you being gay?"

Jimmy just shrugged his shoulders, but didn't back down from his
brother. "It's true. I am. What about it?"

"You can't be. What about all the times we slept in the same bed when we
were on trips or vacations? You never came on to me or anything," Kenny
said.

"I was lots younger then. Besides, you weren't exactly my dream guy, you
know? We weren't exactly friends, remember?" Jimmy said, getting louder.

"Well, just don't let anyone around here know you are gay, all right? I
don't want anyone to know my little brother is a fag."

"Fuck you, Kenny! I'll make you a deal. You don't tell anyone I am your
brother, and I won't either. I haven't seen you in months, and I would have
liked to have kept it that way. This concert was just too good an
opportunity for us to pass up," Jimmy said loudly.

"You have a big mouth, little brother. You want me to shut it for you like
I did before I left home?" Kenny snarled, walking closer.

"I wouldn't even think about that, if I was you," Paul said, stepping
closer.

Kenny wheeled around and stared at Paul. "Who is this, your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, he is. This is Paul, and he doesn't like it too
much if someone hits me," Jimmy answered.

"Huh! Two fags ganging up against me. That might make it more even. I think
I might just go find some of my roadies, though. I don't want to take them
chance that some more of your fag buddies might join in," Kenny snarled.

"If you go get some help, make sure they are really big guys," BD said,
stepping closer to Kenny.

Kenny turned towards him, and immediately backed up some more. "I am going
to make sure you never play as my back up band again," he said.

"That would be fine with me," Jimmy said. "Once people hear us play, we
won't need you any more. Oh, by the way, I wrote a song for you. It will be
the first song we play for our encore.  Make sure and listen to the
words. I mean every one of them."

"If you even get an encore, you mean. The audience will probably have booed
you off the stage by then," Kenny answered.

"Just get the fuck out of here, OK? You have wasted enough of our time,"
Jimmy said, and turned and walked away.

"Fucking faggots!" Kenny yelled as he stomped off the stage.

"Are you all right?" Paul asked, as he put his arm around Jimmy.

"I'm fine. I better than fine. I am ready for us to kick his ass. Right,
guys?" he asked, looking over at everyone.

"Right!" Isaiah said. Isaiah even had a little bit of fire in his eyes.

"Yeah, let's show him exactly what we can do," Phill said.

Just then, Mike walked up. "Hi, guys. What's going on?"

"Nothing important. We were just getting our instruments tuned, and getting
ready to play," Jimmy said, neglecting to tell him about the confrontation
with Kenny.

"Well, a couple of your fans asked if they could come with me back
stage. They are waiting over by the side. Do you mind if I bring them
over?"

Everyone looked puzzled, but Jimmy said, "No, we don't mind. Who is it?"

"Let me get them. I think you will recognize them pretty easily," Mike
said. "Come on out, guys."

Out walked Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill, and Frank Beard of ZZ Top. All had
huge grins on their faces. Everyone ran over and shook their hands.

"Hi, guys. We didn't have anything to do tonight, and Mike said he could
get us in free, so we decided to come and hear you play," Billy said,
laughing.

"Thanks. That is really nice of you," Robbie said. "I hope we do OK."

"You guys are going to be great. We have all the confidence in the world in
you. If you could play our songs in front of the crowd at the party, this
should be a piece of cake," Dusty said.

"We are going to play `Got Me Under Pressure` for our second song," Isaiah
added.

"Great. We wondered if you were going to play any of our songs," Frank
said.

"We are going to open with `Foreplay/Long Time` by Boston, then tell the
audience that the next song is what we all feel like being up on stage in
front of them," Isaiah said, laughing.

"That is a great idea. Are you guys going to play `Nationwide`?" Billy
asked.

"No, we hadn't planned on it," Phill answered.

"Well, Dusty and I brought our guitars. We could play the end with you if
you want us too," Billy added.

"No kidding? That would be awesome," Ed said.

"Yeah, thanks. We would love to do that again," Robbie almost screamed.

"Let's pull `Crystal Ball` and replace it with `Nationwide`, OK? That would
be a great way to end our first set," Isaiah said.

"Great! Let us get our guitars and we will go through sound check with you,
OK?" Dusty said, as he and Billy hurried off the stage. They seemed almost
as excited as the boys to play together again.

Frank walked over with Paul and started to talk about playing drums. All of
the boys were sky high now, and any nervousness had totally
disappeared. Mike and I stood off to the side, and watched them go about
their business with big smiles on our faces. I wished we could tell them
the news now, but it had to wait until they were finished. I didn't think
they could play their best if we told them first.

Sound check went quickly, and the boys even played a little bit of the end
of `Nationwide` with Billy and Dusty. Kenny walked back in with the rest of
his band for their sound check just as they were finishing. His eyes grew
wide when he saw who was playing with them.

When everyone finished playing, he hurried over. "Billy. Dusty. What are
you doing here? Did you come to hear me play?" he asked.

"Oh, hi. No, we are going to have to leave as soon as the boys are
finished. We have some business to take care of. Maybe some other time,"
Dusty said, as he and Billy walked away.

Kenny looked over at Jimmy, and said, "How did you ever meet them?"

"Oh, we have been friends for a long time," Jimmy said, as he walked
off. "I guess they like a bunch of faggots, huh?"

OK, so they hadn't known them for a long time. One week. Jimmy kind of
exaggerated, but the effect was exactly what he wanted. Kenny just turned
around and stared at the band with his mouth open, as they all walked away.

The boys all sat down in their dressing room, and Mike went over what was
going to happen.  They would come out when they were called, make sure
everything was already tuned and still plugged in, then signal Mike. Mike
would relay the signal to the announcer, who would introduce them and then
walk off. They would then immediately launch into the dual keyboard solo
that starts `Foreplay`.

"Everything will be dark, so don't even think about the crowd. You won't be
able to see but a few rows of people, anyway. Just think you are back in
your high school gymnasium. There really isn't a lot of difference, until
they all applaud for you. And they will. You are going to be awesome. Is
everybody ready?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, we think so," Jimmy said, pacing around.

"Don't be nervous, Jimmy," Mike said.

"Oh, I'm not nervous. I am just keyed up. I am so ready to go out on stage,
I can't sit still."

"That's good, actually. Most bands feel that way," Billy said from the
corner of the room.

They were interrupted by a knock on the door. It opened, and a man said,
"We are ready for you."

"Show time, guys. Go out and kick some ass," Dusty said.

The guys all came together, put their arms around each other, and shared a
group hug. As they broke it, Jimmy said, "Let's go, guys. Kick ass time!"

They were led back to the stage. They stopped for a moment, looked at each
other, and then calmly walked onto the stage. Like the start of lots of
concerts, lots of seats were empty for the start of the back up band. Many
people were still trying to find their correct seats. Lots of people were
walking around in the dark.

Everyone checked their instruments. Isaiah looked out at Tim and Tom at the
mixing board, and they waved so he would know they were ready. Tim was
running the board and Tom the lights.

Isaiah waved to Mike, who relayed that they were ready.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you `Too Young To Be Scared`," the announcer
said, and Jimmy and Isaiah started the lead keyboard part. By the time they
got to the end of `Foreplay`, people all over the auditorium were rushing
to get to their seats. By the time `Long Time` was over, everyone was
seated and they gave the band a huge round of applause.

"Thanks, everyone. Thanks a lot," Isaiah said, trying to get the crowd to
quit applauding. "The next song is by some friends of ours. The title sums
up how we are feeling right now. This is `Got me Under Pressure`, by ZZ
Top.

By the time they were finished with this song, the place was really rocking
along with them. All of the boys had huge smiles on their faces, as they
acknowledged the applause.

They played five songs off their new CD next, and the crowd gave them
almost as much applause for them as for the songs they had heard previously
by Boston and ZZ Top.

"Thank you. Those songs were from our new CD that is being released
Monday. Please buy it.  We need the money," Isaiah kidded. Everyone in the
audience laughed along with him. "We have two guests that are going to help
us out with the next song ending. I think you will be able to recognize
them. This is `I'm Bad, I'm Nationwide`.

They kicked into `Nationwide`, which starts out kind of slow. There was a
huge roar of approval from the crowd as Billy and Dusty walked out from
opposite sides of the stage as the song started into the fast ending. The
noise was deafening as the band, along with Billy and Dusty, ran off the
stage when they finally ended the song. They again jammed for over ten
minutes.

They all got back to their dressing room, as chants for them to come back
filled the auditorium.  "See, I told you that you guys were going to be
great," Mike said.

"And you were, too," Billy said. A huge smile was on his face.

Everyone drank some spring water and relaxed for a couple of minutes. "Are
you guys ready to go back out?" Mike asked.

"Yeah. Let's not keep them waiting," Isaiah said.

All the boys eagerly walked back to the stage, relishing getting to play
some more. For bands, life on the road is never easy, but they all love
their time on stage.

Jimmy walked up to the microphone as the crowd erupted with thunderous
applause. "My partner Brian and I wrote this next song for my older
brother. This is `Coming To Get You`," Jimmy said, and then he sat down
behind his keyboards.

They played it, and the audience really exploded when they finished. By
their reaction, it looked like it could be a hit. They played two more
songs that were also very well received, then told the audience good night
and walked off the stage. The audience wouldn't calm down, and Mike finally
came into the dressing room and said, "They want you to do one more
encore. Want to?"

"Sure," everyone yelled. Tim and Tom had to hurry back to their seats, as
they had come in thinking they were finished.

They came back out and played three more songs, then said they really
couldn't play any more, and walked off for the final time. They all passed
Kenny, who was standing off to the side with a frown on his face.

"Good luck, chump. After the way we played, you are going to have lots of
fun getting the audience back up again," Paul said, as he passed.

Everyone was in really good moods in the dressing room. Everyone seemed to
be talking at once.  Mike finally got everyone's attention.

"Guys, listen. I know you are all excited. I have received an offer for you
to go on tour for six months, and maybe a year. We may also tour Europe,
but that is not for sure yet. There will be regular week long breaks during
the tour, and you won't play every night. The head liners are kind of old
and they like to have two or three days between concerts in different
cities so they can rest up," Mike kidded.

"That is awesome," Jimmy yelled.

"Unbelievable," Isaiah yelled.

"Who are they?" Phill finally asked, when they all calmed down.

"Us," Dusty replied.

"You're kidding! That is great," Robbie yelled.

"Fucking awesome!" Paul yelled. I went over and stood next to Paul, who
immediately calmed down. Paul had a sheepish look on his face. I think he
was just wondering how Dial soap tasted. I planned on giving him a
demonstration when we got home.

"We have two things to ask you. We want to make a deal," Billy said.

"What?" Isaiah asked.

"We want you to learn one new song. It is something I have always wanted to
play on stage. If you will do it, Dusty and I will continue to play the end
of `Nationwide` with you all through the tour. We also may get you to play
on one song with us during our set. What do you think about that?" Billy
asked.

"That's a great idea," Phill said, as he and Robbie looked at each other
and thought about trading solos for six months with Billy Gibbons.

"We agree," Jimmy said. "What is the song, anyway?"

"It's called `Free Bird` by Lynyrd Skynyrd. The end has one long solo that
I want to play. The start has a keyboard solo and another guitar solo that
one of you can play. We would all three jam at the end, along with Ed. Have
any of you heard of it?" Billy asked.

"I have. It's great," Jimmy said. None of the rest of the band had heard of
it.

"Here are two CD's with it on it. The first is called `Pronounced Lynyrd
Shynyrd` and was their first record. The second is called `One More From
The Road` and it is live. Listen to it a few times, and then we can all get
together and practice, OK?" Billy asked.

"Great!" Robbie said.

"Awesome!" Paul said, leaving out the first word. He looked at me when he
said it, and smiled his innocent boy smile again. I had to laugh.

"What is the second thing?" Isaiah asked.

"We want you to start every concert with the same four songs you played at
the party, complete with your beards. I think the audience will really like
that," Dusty said.

"Yeah, that would be fun," Ed said.

"Oh, no. I'm not singing `LaGrange` every night for a year," I said.

"Well, it won't be every night," Billy said, smiling.

"Oh, no. Not me!" I answered.

"Oh, yes you are," Paul said. All the boys crowded around me with smiles on
their faces, and started begging. "Please. Please. Etc. Etc." I gave in
like I always do. I knew when I was beaten.

"We have two weeks before we start the tour. That should give us plenty of
time to go over the new song with Billy and arrange for everything to be
ready for the start. I will start to work on lining up everything Monday
morning," Mike said.

Everyone was very excited. My head was hurting once more. I had to take the
kids out of school, figure out how we were going to pack enough clothes to
take with us, call my editor, etc, etc. I have to get up on stage every
time the band does.  How do I get myself into these messes?

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