Date: Sat, 4 Nov 2000 19:40:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Really Bigdreamer <reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dreams Can Come True chapters 7-8

The normal legal disclaimer applies here: dont read
this if you find homosexual material offense, or if
you are under the legal age to read it, this does not
imply anything about the people named, nor is meant
to, and is completely fictional, though some may wish
otherwise.

Chapter 7: The next day

	I was in the kitchen of my dingy apartment when Brian
finally woke up and strolled in.
	"Hey," he said.
	"Still sleepy?" I asked.
	"Yeah, the concert plus our closet sessions really
took a lot out of me," he answered, "guess I'm out of
shape..."
	"Yeah right," I laughed, "the day you're out of shape
will be the day it gets real chilly down below."
	Brian laughed as he poured himself a cup of coffee
that I had brewed earlier in the morning.
	"So," he said as he sat down, "time's ticking away on
that movie offer..."
	"No it's not," I stated with my head looking at the
table and not him, "I'm sorry honey, but I can't take
the chance of passing something that will expand my
career or my wallet, so I called in the offer first
thing this morning and said yes to it."
	Brian was quiet for a long time.
	"You sure that's what you want to do?" he asked.
	"I knew that if I waited for you to get up I wouldn't
be able to say yes to it after I saw you. So I got up
early and called it in before I saw you because I knew
if I saw you I'd want to spend every waking moment
with you without considering what's good for my
career, or my finances, or for us," I said to him,
"Don't be mad at me, babe, but I think that by
spending all of our time together on this tour will
wear us out and we'll get sick of each other."
	"That'll never happen," Brian started to say and I
thought he was mad, "but I'm glad you did what you
wanted to."
	We chatted some more over pointless stuff and then
the phone range.
	"Mike, it's Jen, I've got some bad news,"
	Jen told me all about it and I sat back down at the
table and looked at Brian, he was so hot, especially
when he's unshaved and rugged looking in the morning.
	"That was Jen," I said, "she just called about my job
as opening act for you guys on the charity that you're
doing."
	"That we're doing," Brian thought he had corrected
me.
	"No," I said, "that you're doing. Apparently my
contract as opening spot has been ripped up since last
night's concert because a Jive Records newcomer just
finished her debut album and Jive terminated my
contract as opening spot and put her in my place to
give her more publicity, that way they're not
advertising the opposition."
	"What do you mean," he asked, obviously confused.
	"When Jive Records signed me as opening act they were
exposing me to fans every night, and since I am signed
under Columbia Records they were, in essence,
promoting competition, which isn't good for business.
So they cancelled my spot and put one of their own
artists in their to publicize purely Jive material."
	"They can't do that!" Brian shouted.
	"Well that's what Columbia Records thinks so Columbia
is suing Jive and now Jive is counter-suing saying
that Columbia knows that it was legal and is just
suing to waste Jive's time and money and some other
junk."
	"I'm sorry, Mike,"
	"Don't worry," I said, "none of us were getting paid
for it, remember? It was charity tour, but the only
thing is that you guys move on to the rest of your
stops and I won't be able to come with you since I'm
no longer opening spot."
	"You mean that now we won't have any time together?"
Brian asked with a sniffle.
	"We still have five day until you guys leave for the
next show, let's make the most of it."
	I smiled evilly as I stood from my chair and sat down
in Brian's lap facing him, forehead to forehead, nose
to nose, and after a couple of seconds, lips to lips.
We kissed passionately for a few minutes before Brian
jumped out of the chair and carried me over to couch
and dropped me there. Then he ran back into the
kitchen and I thought he was going to leave me there
on the couch. Then he jogged back in and jumped over
the couch and onto me, carrying a small `Ben &
Jerry's' ice cream bucket in his hand.
	"What are you planning on doing?" I asked.
	"Well," he said with a smirk, "we don't have any hot
fudge, and this is vanilla ice cream with chocolate
fudge in it, so I thought we could use this..."
	"You..." I said in between giggles, "are a complete
moron..."
	"Yeah, but you love me," he said with a stupid grin
as he ate some ice cream.
	"Look at you!" I said, "you say I'm unhealthy because
I don't eat breakfast, and you're eating `Ben &
Jerry's' at nine in the morning!"
	"Quite boy!" he exclaimed in a voice that him sound
as though I was his sex slave.
	"Or what?" I asked devilishly.
	"Or this!" Brian pulled down my pants and flung a
spoonful of ice cream into my boxers and ran.
	"SHIT!" I yelled as I jumped from the surprise.
	Brian ran around the room giggling like a schoolgirl.
	"That..." I huffed, "that was just plain dirty...and
completely uncalled for..."
	"Sorry," Brian said solemnly as he extended his hand
for `truce shake'.
	I took his hand yanked him over the table and onto
the couch where we continued to tickle each other and
`eat' the ice cream.


Chapter 8: Two days later

	Brian and I spent most of the other day on the couch
eating ice cream...so to speak...
	Anyway, Brian had come to terms with the fact that I
had decided not to take the job as opening act and was
happy that I had the chance to make a movie.
	Well, I was walking into Jen's office when I caught
the glimpse of something that made my pants stir. It
was about 5'8" with very blonde hair and piercing blue
eyes, I think they it call it `perfection in the form
of a man'. Damn, if at any time I had to be in a
loving relationship it had to be when I met the finest
man on the face of the planet. I tried not to stare as
I strolled Jen's office, she was on the phone, but
hung up as I walked in.
	"Do you actually watch TRL?" asked Jen as I sat down.
	"Sometimes," I answered.
	"How often?" she kept shooting questions.
	"Seriously?" I was a little confused, "well...like
twice a week, I guess...I like it, but I don't have a
lot of time as of late..."
	"Well, have you watched it lately?" she asked.
	"Not recently, no...why?" I decided to take the role of
the inquisitor.
	"Because, you were on the show twelve days ago," she
started, "the day after you appeared to premiere you
video you were on the countdown at #8, the day after
that you were #5, and ever since you've been #2, until
yesterday when you hit #1!"
	"WHAT?" I screamed as I jumped up.
	"Listen, hun," she said sincerely, "you are hot right
now and we need to capitalize other than talk show
appearances. I just heard that MTV is holding a
charity concert in Madison Square Garden and that time
slots have been divided into 10 pieces, but Kid Rock
has had to cancel his spot, and they are desperate for
someone to fill. There are no big names that are
available and people who don't have a prepared
rehearsal down won't have enough time to do prepare,
so if you want we can spend ten hours a day with
choreographers for the next two weeks until the
special and get the spot."
	"Are you serious?" I asked in disbelief.
	"Yes," she said, "I've already found dancers ready to
do the this in crunch time, even though they won't get
paid this will be a pivotal thing on a resume if they
agree. What do you say, ten hours a day for two weeks
straight will be tough, but the choreographers have to
figure what dance moves, see if you can do them, and
then teach them to you..."
	"I'll do it..." I said.
	"Good!" she squealed, "one dancer that's agreed to do
this is waiting outside for your decision, he's blonde
and cute, hard to miss, his name's Matt."
	Oh God...would I be able to work that much with man I
had just been obsessing over?

The official results of the poll was:
46% for the movie
44% for the opening act
10% for the solo tour
I like a couple of suggestions and plan on writing at
least two of them in and I'll email if the suggestion
was yours to let you know.