Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 18:08:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Really Bigdreamer <reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: My JC Chapter 15

Disclaimer: Don't read this if you are underage, find
m/m material offensive, or this is illegal where you
are. Also, this is complete fiction and not meant to
imply anything about the members of NSync or anyone
else mentioned.

***Author's Note:***

As you may have read in the author's notes posted in
the past two chapters I'm ending "My JC" and taking a
break from writing for an extended period of time. I
don't know when I'll start writing again, or if when I
do start writing again it'll be this story. I hope to
come back to really soon. I know I said I *may* end it
with Chapter 16, but this is it folks. This is the end
of "My JC". I hope you've enjoyed the ride. I know I
have. I'd love to hear what you've thought of the
story thus far so make my day and e-mail me:
reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com


Chapter 15:

"Ok, Michael, you're up," the producer said as he
headed towards me. You're probably wondering what he
produces, well he's the producer of the MTV VMAs,
which I'm scheduled to perform once the ceremony
begins.

Well, I got up and did the number, flawlessly except
for a burst of the pyrotechnics that was a little
late, but that wasn't my fault. I sat down huffing
after the quick number, the dancers headed back to
their original seats as well. JC came over and sat
down next to me.

"It's gonna be a great performance," he said with a
smile.

"I know," I replied. I struggled not to give him a
peck on the cheek after such a nice complement, but I
was able to withhold myself.

After a few moment of chitchatting he called up to the
stage to do his performance, then headed back down and
sat next to me again.

"So, you guys are back on for the Michael Jackson
thing?" I asked.

"Yeah, Chris and I worked through our problems," he
answered.

"That's good to hear," I replied. I caught a glimpse
of Justin and Britney snuggling out of the corner of
my eye. "Rumor has it that they're engaged."

"Uh-huh," JC replied, not saying whether or not he
knew if they were true. He became distant for a
second, "I can't stand the fact that we can't do that
here."

"Well everyone," the producer gathered us around him,
interrupting us for the moment, "that's it for the
dress rehearsal, see you all tonight for the real
thing."

"Where do you wanna go now?" I asked.

"Dunno."

"We could go get some lunch before getting ready for
tonight," Britney said as she and Justin caught up to
us.

"Alright, that's if you want to Mike," Josh replied.

"Fine by me, I know this fabulous Chinese place..." I
started to say.

"I'm already on overload from Chinese, babe," Josh
said without thinking.

"Babe?" Britney asked with a giggle.

"Uh, how's about we just meet at the Olive Garden for
some Italian, alright?" Justin recommended as he
pulled Britney away from us. Josh and I nodded in
agreement.

"Sorry, it slipped," Josh said as he turned to me.

"It's ok, just one less person we'll have to lie to,
right?" I joked halfheartedly.

"Right," he smiled back.

-Four hours later-

I walked down the red carpet, Jackie, my date for the
night, in tow. Jackie has played the part of my date
for most public affairs, she's been a friend of mine
for years and is among the few that knows. I was
ushered from one cameraman and reporter to another,
then another. It never seemed to end. Finally I made
it to the entrance, immediately parting ways with
Jackie. She knew where I was headed.

"You're late," Nick said as I entered the dressing
room.

"Too many goddamn people working the red carpet,
sorry," I said as I began to tear off the tux I had
on. He handed me a gray and black suit, especially
designed for tonight's performance, and a brown robe
that I slipped on over it. We were immediately rushed
backstage as the stage manager called four minutes to
live. Damn, we were late. I noticed Joey and Greg, my
back-up singers, Greg had been my college roommate
before I left college to pursue my career, a wise
choice.

"Hey, Mikey," Greg said with smile. I looked around,
counting heads to make sure everyone was here. Me,
Greg, Joey, and the eleven dancers (including Nick)
were all present and wearing the long brown robes.

"Hey," I smiled back as the stage manager told us that
the lights were going down, meaning it was time to
take our places, damn I'm always scared just before
this. Finally we were all in place and I heard the
stage manager counting down. Five...four...three...two...one...

The lights began to swirl around, smoke surrounding
us. The lights and smoke worked together, giving off
an eerie look to the stage, only allowing people to
see the brown monk-like robes that we were all wearing
as we writhed on the stage, moving in tortured jerks.
Greg, Joey, and I began to chant the opening words to
`My Religion', the title track to my current CD, but
we mumbled them always changing tempo and volume as
the background music stayed constant. The stage now
appeared haunted and I could hear people scream as our
chants became more and clearer, finally they could
understand us and the place erupted in applause.

"Oh my God, you're a disgrace, an outcast, now and
forever, we can't change their stubborn ways..." we
chanted the final words to first verse as the fans
were turned on and the smoke quickly left the stage,
the dancers gathered around me and lifted me into the
air, the music stopping as I sang...

"Welcome to my religion..."

Immediately the music changed, the tempo increased
dramatically and before we even finished the first
chorus of `My Religion' it gave way to my current hit,
the second single from the CD, `To the Max'. We began
to pound out the rigid dance moves perfectly with the
beats and I noticed one of the dancers screw up a
minor move from the corner of my eye, I'd made a note
of it and reminded myself to reprimand him afterwards.

Finally we tore off the brown robes, revealing the
businessman-like suits underneath as we continued to
dance the complex choreography. The crowd screamed and
cheered as seven female dancers joined me, Greg, Joey,
and the four male dancers on stage. As choreographed
the men grabbed a woman and forced her to the ground,
thrusting her head into our crotches. It wasn't
rehearsed like this because MTV wouldn't let me do it,
but I told the dancers we'd practice without but
actually do it the night of the show.

The crowd erupted again at the pretend blowjobs before
we yanked them to their feet and I began to belt out
the song. The choreography was complex, rigid, almost
militaristic, and we loved it. Finally the number
ended simply when I threw my arms into the air as I
shouted the final words and they went wild.

I headed backstage sweaty and headed back to my
dressing room and changed before heading to my seat.

Finally it was NSync's turn to perform and I went
wild. It ended with Michael Jackson taking the stage
with them and I had to restrain myself from laughing
at him, all those facelifts made him look like
something, well, something not quite human. After that
we hit a few of the after show parties, but more
importantly I was proud of my JC, he took home quite a
few awards.



Well, that's it, folks. The end for now. Remember to
e-mail me: reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com   Thanx for
reading, RBD ;)