Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 23:18:06 EDT
From: PrettyLilTeacup7@aol.com
Subject: werewolves-and-boybands-and-tours-2

Title: "Werewolves, Boybands, and Tours, Oh My!" part 2/?

Author: Joyful (yes, I'm a chick, please don't hold it against me!)

Summary: The Dingoes are on tour opening for *Nsync, relationships pop out.

Rating: Uh, PG? PG-13? it MIGHT get to R later on.

Disclaimer: Oz & Devon & anything from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or
Angel: the Series, belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sanddollar, and the
WB.  I do not know any members of *Nsync (Lance, if you read
this...I'm sorry, not that you ever WILL read it, but...ya never know!) The
rights to the name *Nsync belong to them members and Jive records, etc.. If
I missed you, and you own a piece of it, me sowwie.  Danny & the
drummer belong to me.

Archiving: Nifty & the UCSL, anyone else, ask, I'll prolly say "ok, but
why would you want it?"

Feedback: YES!!!!! PrettyLilTeacup7@aol.com, it gives me a happy!

Notes: For Shala-chan (my beta) as always.  I'm sorry it took me so
long to send this, it was written before part one was even sent out. *ducks
flying tomatoes* Ok, ok, I'll be better next time.



~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Werewolves and Boybands and Tours, Oh My!*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

+Ch2+

  It was about nine the next morning when the boys were forced awake by the
bus's brakes.

  "Pit stop!" The bus driver yelled back, and all the guys got off to
stretch and have breakfast.

   Oz saw Lance ahead of him and decided to prove that he could talk. "Yo
dude, sleep well last night?" "Yeah, you?" "Pretty good." Both boys knew
the other was lying.

  "So, uh, Lance, right?" Lance nodded. "So what's this gonna be like, the
tour and all?"

  "Basically, we're gonna be traveling all over the continental U.S. and
Canada playing between two and four concerts a week for the next two
months. And, if management and the fans like you, you'll probably be
invited to open for our world tour in three months. They try to give us a
month off between tours."

  "Very cool. Do you think this'll help the Dingoes get anywhere?"

  "Of course. I hate to say it, but if we say to the media that you guys
are cool, the girls will go crazy for you guys." Oz didn't say that they
only wanted real fans; he hated to say things that might offend someone. Of
course, since that was all he could ever think of, he didn't say a lot.

  The two walked up to the McDonald's counter and placed their
orders. Upset that it wasn't lunch time yet, Oz ordered 4 sausage & egg
buscuits, and Lance got the Rockin' Hotcakes. When they got their food,
Devon waved them over to a spot where one of the bodyguards had reserved
about four booths for them.

  Oz sat down next to Devon, of course, and Lance slid in across from
them. Lance watched, confused, as Oz proceeded to remove the eggs and
sausages from the biscuits and throw the bread away.

  "Ok, someone sure like his protein," Lance felt the need to
comment. "Bread is nasty, gets all soggy," was Oz's response. "Hey Dev,
Lance said that if they like us, we might possibly be invited to go on
their world tour."

  "Really? Cool! Now, if we could only get signed." This not being signed
business was really starting to bother Devon. He couldn't understand how no
one wanted them; they had recorded their demos a whole MONTH ago!

  "Have you guys had any offers yet?" Lance asked, curious. If they were as
good as Chris said, they should have no problem getting signed.

  "Nope." Oz replied.

  "You really DON'T talk a lot, do you?" Lance asked.

  "Nope."

  "If you think he barely TALKS, watch his face some time. He makes a
facial expression about once a year," Devon snickered.

  Lance wasn't really paying attention to Devon; he wanted to know what
these emotions Oz had were. They were barely there, but they were
definitely existent. And Lance had never felt anything like it before. The
two locked eyes, and Lance sought for something that they both found at
once. Recognition.

  The two just sat there staring at each other until Devon smacked Oz and
told them it was time to go. As they walked over to the bus, Lance
whispered to Oz "We have to talk, one on one. Today." Oz nodded. They would
be at the hotel soon; they could talk there.


*end part2*