Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2000 02:38:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Clive <bigc79_uk@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Impression
Comments:-
Hi there all, Clive here author of Grand Encounter, just wanted to say
thanks to all the people that have mailed me about my story and I am still
writing it, so don't worry. Finally I would appreciate any comments (good or
bad) to: bigc79_uk@yahoo.com Thanks and hope you enjoy the story :)
Disclaimer:-
This story is fiction and does not imply anything about the group * Nsync or
any other person involved in full or in part. If you are under the legal age
to read such material in your area please leave immediately. The author
takes no responsibility for anyone's actions based upon this work of
fiction.
First Impression
Chapter One: Black and Blue
By Clive
Michael sat at the bay window in his newly acquired suit (in the Harley
Hotel) looking out over Orlando but especially looking at the dazzling
lights of the Orlando Arena which, even being just over a mile away from the
hotel beamed bright and stood prominent in the night sky. He had decided
well over a year ago that when he finished his degree at University that he
would make a trip over to the States and see what all the hype was about,
coming from England. Michael had lead a sheltered life only ever taking
trips to Paris and other European states but never as far as the US. Saying
that what lead to Michael making this trip was something that had never
planned for, but then not everything in life goes as planned... as he was
soon to find out.
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"How you all doing ORLANDO..." Justin bellowed from the bottom of his lungs
met with a riotous response from the packed arena.
"It's good to be back home, and this one is just for all you people." JC
finished off for Justin and was again met with the same deafening,
ear-shattering scream of thousands of teenagers and pre-pubescent girls. JC
and Justin both stepped back and still looking onwards towards the streaming
mass of people started to jump, landing to the opening beat of "Hear We Go"
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Michael had been in Orlando nearly 7 hours and all he had done was to sit at
the large window overlooking the expanse which lay before him in total awe
of this metropolis and being that he had slept the whole flight over and
most of the day before he wasn't much into sleeping at the present moment.
So he just sat there looking out over the skyline. It was nearing midnight
when the lights that were illuminating the surrounding area went dim, all
except the usual glow that one would expect of a busy city such as the one
he was in. Michael stretched standing from his seated positions and quietly
cursed himself for sitting on his left leg. Slowly the feeling returned as
he felt the blood starting to return to the lower part of his leg that had
been deprived of blood for who knows how long. Limping slightly he made his
was across the room, and soon enough it was clear to him that his lack of
mobility wasn't going to wear off on its own so Michael decided to walk off
the now stinging pain (stronger than pins and needles but not uncomfortable
to stop pressure being applied to his leg), he quickly dressed into black
faded jeans and an old t-shirt that he had been given years ago before
pulled on his favourite boots, moving towards the door he adjusting his cap
as he headed out of his room. Walking slowly and still with an obvious limp
coming from his left leg Michael debated to himself what he was to do to get
ride of now ever increasing annoyance that was his dead leg, he ended up
making his way towards the express elevator at the end of the corridor. It
should be noted that this lift only went up to the 30th floor, one of the
small perks of having one of the 3 suites on the top floor. Just as Michael
reached the elevator doors he was meet by the sudden force of a group of men
around his age bundling out of the elevator and forcing him flat onto his
back. Scrunching his eyes shut and then forcing them open again Michael
attempted to focus on the situation that he had found himself in. Still on
his back Michael slowly tilted his head down towards his feet only to notice
that what he say was a guy with slightly blond spiky hair lying directly on
top of him...
"Shit Lance you Ok?" the eldest looking of the group burst out. He was
standing to the side of the confused man lying underneath the man who it
seems was called Lance, whilst he was trying to hold back laughing.
"Yeah... thanks a lot Chris," was all the man said with a slight hint of
aggression in his voice as he attempted to regain his baring and began to
climb to his feet.
"Hey I don't mean to sound rude but what do you think you are doing on our
floor..." This time the statement was actually directed at Michael who still
lay dumbfounded on his back like an upturned tortoise. Lifting his head
further up and propping himself up with his elbows (as the spiky haired man
still hadn't fully gotten off of him) Michael attempted to work out which
one of the four men surrounding him had placed the question. As the only one
that he had heard speak to this point was the one that he knew to be Chris
he could deduce that it was only a choice of three now, looking around the
three other men standing now to his left and two in front of him Michaels
gaze shifted between the stocky built red hair man, then the youngest
looking of the three (but one of the cutest) and the final man, ohh this
man, his face looked like it was chiselled out of marble. Still Michaels
gaze shifted slower and slower over the three men, time almost having had
stopped still for him, as it had on many other occasions.
"Freak man, can't you tell this guy is like one of those stalker types," the
youngest man said taking a step back and moving back into the elevator.
Justin walked into the elevator and picked up the emergency phone
unbeknownst to the rest of the group that was congregated in the corridor,
including Michael who still lay on his back but was gradually getting to his
feet. Upon hearing the gentleman at the front desk enquire if every thing
was all right Justin began to report an intruder on their floor and ask for
security to come and remove the 'unwanted' visitor.
Within minutes several members of hotel security were up to the 30th floor,
they did not seem unfit but definitely out of breath as they had hotfooted
up the 30 flights of stairs, as they reached the 30th floor Michael had just
regained his footing and was about to explain to the now confrontational
group in front of him who he was. But before he could even manage to give
the group his name he was tackled from the side by a large man about 6'4"
tall. The two of them went colliding into the wall and once again Michael
found himself back on the ground but this time with a heavier feeling
resting upon him two other men and one woman came to his side and proceeded
to lift him to his feet before manhandling him towards the stairs entrance.
"That was weird shit... wonder what happened" Joey began to speak for the
first time looking towards the direction of the stairs that by now were
quiet instead of the protests that could be heard a few seconds before. "I
think I can explain," Justin said stepping forward again with a grin present
on his face and full of him self he began to explain how he had called down
and had the intruder removed. JC cocked up an eyebrow as Justin continued to
explain what he had done and then slowly shook his head and sighing at the
same time. Justin noticed JC's reaction but didn't say anything not that he
had a chance to because JC started to head down the hall towards the end
door which lead into the 6 bed roomed suite.
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"Get off me you oaf..." Michael hollered at the hotel security man that had
tackled him in his corridor. By now he was almost at the ground floor, but
the trip down the stairs had caused him extreme pain, considering firstly
the lack of mobility still present in his left leg and secondly the abuse
that he had suffered from being thrown to the floor twice in the past 10
minutes.
The entourage of hotel security and Michael made it to the ground floor and
all five of them proceeded towards the hotel security station, just off the
side of the main reception, out of the way of the public.
"Sit your ass down you little shit..." The large security guard said,
Michael started to wonder whether the other 3 even knew how to speak, "and
don't say a word."
"Just one bloody minute who do you think you are?" Michael retorted and for
his reply he was met with a slap around the face, but not from the 'oaf' but
from the female security officer...
"He said keep that mouth of yours shut!" she firmly stated with a piercing
look in her eye.
"I want to see the manager..." Michael began again but was met again by an
even firmer slap from the woman causing him to cut his lip of his teeth and
sending a slight trail of blood towards the lug of a man that had taken him
down earlier on. Michael could see the man's face turn to pure anger as the
small amount of blood hit his right leg and foot soiling the almost
immaculate uniform. Just as Michael was about to receive a face full of pain
a man's voice penetrated the room stopping all four security officers
actions and bringing their attention towards the now open door way.
"What the HELL are you doing?" A fairly elderly man with whitening hair and
a white moustache screamed into the room while at the same time almost
charging towards where Michael sat in a shocked state and praying that he
wasn't about to receive more punishment for a crime he didn't even know that
he had committed. Yeah sure he didn't come from round hear but they could
have laws that he had broken just by walking into another person... and he
didn't even do that... they walked into him, at his inconvenience.
"I didn't do anything... honest, all I did was leave my hotel room..."
Michael began to whimper but this time was not told to be quite instead the
elder man stepped up to him and knelt down inform of the younger man.
"What's your name son?" this time the voice was caring and yet still
domineering.
"Michael... Michael Dean" was all that was given in reply, but this time in
a more forceful voice, covering up the confusion and discomfort that he felt
being in the situation that he found himself in.
"Well Mr.Dean, I am the manager and there are several issues that we need to
cover here tonight. Firstly and for mostly... if you wish to press charges
against my security staff here you can, I am frankly appalled by how they
have treated you and I must rest-assure you that they will dealt in house
whether you press charges or not... Secondly, we need to discuss what you
were doing on the 30th floor this evening." As the elderly man finished off
his small speech his voice hardened showing authority again and with each
word less and less compassion.
"Let me start off by answering your last question first... I was on the 30th
floor because I was leaving MY ROOM..." as Michael began to raise his voice
the mangers face dropped... only then did the realisation hit of who this
was in front of him... "and secondly I don't want to get stuck up in some
legal situation with your hotel so no I won't push charges.. but just know
that I am really kinda pissed...." Was all that Michael said as he began to
rise to his feet. The manager moved aside and motioned for security to leave
well enough alone. At that Michael was allowed to leave and began to head
back to the elevator and to his room.
By now Michael was limping more and more and his face was slightly bloody,
he could taste the red fluid in his mouth and swallowed knowing that it was
only a small cut and would heal quickly. But still he felt humiliated as he
headed of towards the elevator, and even at that time in the morning people
were all around and he could see them looking him over. 'God I looked a
mess' he though to himself. He made it into the elevator and pressed the
only button available to him and was soon on his way up to the 30th floor
once again, the doors opened and he slowly stepped out of the elevator
making his way towards his room mid way along the corridor on the left hand
side. The time it took for him to manoeuvre his way to the door was
considerably longer than it had taken when he first arrived at the hotel now
nearly 9 hours ago but he didn't care... all he wanted to do was rest in the
warm embrace of his bed and sleep off his problems. As he reached the door
and began to insert his key there was a loud noise that emulated from his
right, and slowly turning his head to the side Michael noticed one of the
group of men that had earlier on caused him so much discomfort...
"What do you want now?" was all Michael could force out of his tired body...
amazingly he had been so alive and awake only a couple of hours ago but now
he felt so worn down and tired.
"You... you're staying on this floor.... I ... we didn't know..." Michael
didn't wait for the man to finish his apology before he entered his room and
shut the door forcefully, hoping to move into a blissful sleep state.
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JC re-entered the main section of the suite that Nsync were sharing and just
hung his head low whilst walking over to where the others were sitting...
"Hey Josh what's up with ya?" Lance motioned with his head at the same time
to reinforce who he was talking to.
"We fucked up big time... we really did it this time..." was all that JC
muttered and he slumped down into one of the recliners in the room. Now
everybody was inquisitive to what JC was on about and again Lance spoke up.
"You want to elaborate on that Josh?" Lance said this time with a small
smile creaking across his face.
"Where to start... you know that guy that Justin had thrown out the
hotel..." JC began and all the others just nodded their heads in
acknowledgment, "well he's back..." this time there were no nodding of heads
but out of JC's peripheral vision he could see Justin standing to his feet.
"Where you going Justin?" JC questioned with an underlying anger to his
tone, one that he didn't normally use unless he was really pissed at
something, or, someone.
"I'm going to get that basted off our floor again... he creeps me out" was
all Justin said moving to the phone. JC was quick to his feet and was at the
phone before Justin even knew that JC had joined him.... "JC what's your
problem?" was all Justin said... but this caused JC to react in a manner
that nobody had seen before.
"What's the fucking matter... did you ever consider that the guy that you
had thrown of OUR floor may be staying here also... because he is you jack
ass... and on top of use humiliating the guy he's over there in his room all
black and blue from what looks like a small beating session from the
security... so you ask me what the matter is and I say YOU Justin you're the
fucking matter... Christ what a great way to make a first impression"
TBC
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Thanks and stories to look out for: -
(Not in order)
Phantom Writer -- "Dream of a Guardian Angel"
Great story and looking forward to more like it from you :)
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Bryan WriterMurf -- "My Big Break"
This is s real must read, and to all of you that haven't read it yet... shame
on you!
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Tonny -- "When U Say Nothing At All"
Even though this story ended a couple of months back, it is still by far my
fav story and I know that a lot of other ppl out there feel the same. Speak
to you soon Tonny...
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Kyle -- "Unseen Moments"
Hey there... can this story get any better? I say not... but then it isn't up to
lill ol me.
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Rob -- "Beryl Saga"
This is a really inventive story written from a really unique perspective
and will have you on the edge of your seats... great story
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Billy_Burrew -- "Luv Thru Chat" & "Xtreme Nsync"
Hey Billy... you have got to go and check out billy's web site at:
http://www.geocities.com/billy_burrew
These are some really good stories, and I know that you all feel the same
way about them as I do. Keep up the writing Billy...
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Yuli -- "Busta"
Yuli (a.k.a Busta) is a real help and a great author, she assisted me in
editing Grand Encounter after my first Chapter and you are a real good
friend. Hope you get better :)
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CaRtOoN80 -- "Life As I Know It"
Hey there you... what's happened to you? Mail me soon `K'
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Evan -- "Justin's Dark Angel"
As most of you know this story was suspended but so many of us wrote to Evan
that he has decided to continue writing the story. If he hasn't thanked you
I want to, because I love this story.
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Michael -- "Studio In The Country"
Again another great story that is set with the BSB recording out in the
middle to nowhere! LoL... btw thanks for the plug :)
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Kevsstory -- "Kevin Behind The Scenes"
I only got into this story recently but I really like it...a lot, have a read
you will too!
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Diana -- "Intimate Stranger"
This is again another great story but with deep feeling to it... keep up the
wrting.
~~~~~
Matthieu
Talk to you soon. `K'
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Finally Contact info :) You can reach me by mail:
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