Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2002 19:12:45 +0000
From: James
Subject: Boy Bands - On The Streets - Part 16

	Disclaimer stuff: I don't know the Backstreet Boys, I doubt that I ever
will, I'm not denying the eligibility of Kevin and Kristin's marriage, but I
can hope can't I? I am not making any assumptions about the sexuality of the
BSB or any other celebrities who may appear in this story, they are merely
the product of my imagination and their appearances, lifestyles and careers
happen to bear a striking resemblance to those of the real life celebrities
they resemble.

	Right, now I'd like to make a couple of recommendations, especially for
anyone who's about to start writing on the archive: Forever (my Holy
Grail!), Josh and Just, My New Life, JC's Hitchhiker, Reformation, Get
Another Boyfriend, and there are so many others I can't think of now, though
I'm sure I'll think of them at some point, and add them to the list.

	Finally, there's all the stuff about me being English, so if something
doesn't make sense, then I'm sorry but it was our language first and you
changed it, so don't blame me! Hope to hear from lots of people on this
chapter, it's quite long, so anyway, on with the story:

Last Time:

	We left the church, and walked through the market which was just to the
right of the church as you come out. Kevin and I didn't really buy anything,
we just looked at some of the stalls. Kevin seemed to be entranced by the
stall with old musical instruments on it. Finally, we called the limo
driver. It was almost time for us to get back for dinner with the guys.

	Once we got back to the hotel, we called up to their rooms and told them to
meet us in the restaurant. We spent the next couple of hours talking and
eating a huge meal. I warned the guys that tomorrow we would have another
workout, but it would be easy as tomorrow was a concert day. Finally, we
retired to our rooms, and Kevin and I fell asleep together. That night was
the first time we fell asleep actually close to each other: neither of us
liked to 'snuggle' much, but we both just came together and wrapped our arms
around one another. I felt safe, I felt loved, and I felt happy, all in
Kevin's arms.

Now, on with the story:

On The Streets - Part 16

	The next couple of days went by really uneventfully - none of the arguments
that have plagued my time with the band up until now, and the guys'
performance on Wednesday night was up to standards, as usual. Thursday came
and went, another training session, and a short dance rehearsal towards the
evening. Tima was more upbeat as the guys' diets were gradually being
improved by my presence, and even their stamina was showing through. Friday
morning Kevin and I were sleeping in late. I woke up before him.

	"You know it's really creepy when people stare at you when you're
sleeping." He mumbled with his head on my bicep.

	"Oh, you are awake, I thought I saw your eyes flicker before." He opened
his eyes. "You know, you have a really big forehead." I said with a smirk on
my face. He pushed my pec, but I didn't budge. We both chuckled a little and
then we came forward for a kiss. Our tongues plunged into one anothers'
mouths, and we held it for about a minute. That's what I like about waking
up next to someone: you can't tell if someone has morning breath if you have
it too! I put my other hand around Kevin and rubbed my hand up and down his
back. I ran my hand over his side and felt the tight oblique muscles there.
Kevin had developed faster than the other guys - I guess it's easier to
regain a body that you once had than to build up your body in the first
place. Kevin's muscles had started to show through the thin layer of fat
which had covered his midsection.

	"I love you." Kevin kissed me again. Then he looked down and saw me rubbing
his emerging ab muscles. "I'm glad you're here - I feel better already even
though we've only been doing this fitness for a week now."

	"You look great too. I can't believe how quickly your body is responding to
the training. I love the feel of your body, it feels great."

	"What? You mean it didn't feel good before." I looked up at Kevin and saw a
serious look in his eyes.

	"No! No, that's not what I meant, I meant that I just... I mean I ... I
really loved your body before, I love you, I don't, I don't know what I
meant." Kevin looked me in the eyes, and I almost started crying - I didn't
mean what I said to come out like it did. He smirked and started chuckling.
"Oh! I can't believe you'd do that." I jabbed him in the abs. Then we kissed
again, and we just held each other close in our arms, in the bed. Finally we
decided to get up. Today was the day that the guys would do some
sightseeing, before their final concert in Paris this evening, then it would
be onto the bus and off to Lyons. Apparently they needed some pictures today
for publicity purposes. As they were just candid shots, I had agreed to take
them, and that way I could guarantee that I wouldn't be in too many photos.
It was also agreed that if we decided to split off into groups today, I
would go off with Howie - that way I would be shared around a bit, so to
speak. Kevin and I showered together. I'd never really done this with my old
boyfriends, this was a first, and I have to say it was one of the most
erotic things I'd ever seen: Kevin's body with water trickling down,
following the sharply defined contours of his body. I kissed him a lot while
we were standing in there, and felt my hands wander up and down his body,
but we didn't start anything, we didn't really have time. After a prolonged
shower, Kevin and I dressed and called the guys. They were round in quarter
of an hour, Kevin and I had ordered breakfast while they were getting ready,
and by the time they arrived, the food was ready and waiting. They scoffed
down all the food on the cart, and Kevin laid out some sort of plan for the
rest of the day: the guys would spend the remainder of the morning, and up
to 1 o'clock sightseeing, then they would have lunch together. They would
split up into groups until 4 o'clock, then they would come together again
for a meet and greet at Radio Luxembourg. A.J. brought up the question of
where were we going.

	"Well, first I thought everyone might like to see the Eiffel Tower again -
I know we've all seen it before, last time we were here, but it's nice, so I
guess we can go again. Oh and before you bring it up Brian, we know you're
scared of heights - so Jared's offered to stay down at the bottom with you."
Brian perked up and smiled at me, I smiled back. "Then we can head over to
the Arc d'Triomphe - we can get some great pictures there, then we can try
Notre Dame or..."

	"Notre Dame!" I said with the correct pronunciation. The guys all looked
round at me.

	"What?" Kevin asked.

	"You're pronouncing it like that college in America - it's not pronounced
No-tra Dame in France. The French pronunciation is Not-ra Dam. Remember not
everyone pronounces things like Americans, you actually took words from
other countries and changed the pronunciations."

	"Like what?" A.J. asked sullenly.

	"A.J., what's the capital of Ohio?" He looked stunned for a minute.

	"Des Moines."

	"Right, now in French, which is where the words come from, it's pronounced
De - Mwone, not Des Moynes."

	"Oh." A.J. shut up after that.

	"Ok... now we've sorted out that little linguistic interlude, how about if
we get back to sorting this out. After we've been to Not-ra Dame." (Well, he
was half-way there - it was good enough for me). "We'll go to lunch
somewhere, I'm not sure where yet, but it would be nice to try some real
French food."

	"Ewwww! Frogs' legs!!!" Nick grossed out on the other couch. "And
snails!!!" The other guys started chuckling. Kevin growled.

	"Nick! That's not the only type of French food. Jared tell him what else
there is." For some reason he had deferred to me! I was leaning back on the
couch next to him, so I was behind him. When I didn't answer he turned
around and looked at me with a quizzical expression on his face.

	"What? I don't like French food!" I smiled back at him. He let out a sigh.

	"Fine! We'll go to McDonald's." Nick and A.J. both cheered. Brian and Howie
just smiled. Eventually we made it out the hotel and into the waiting limo.
Nick and Brian were play fighting all the way to the Eiffel Tower and
continued trying to outdo one another all the way there. Nick challenged
Brian and said that he couldn't make it up the Eiffel Tower, and he was
making noises like a chicken. Brian got angrier and angrier.

	"Fine! I'll do it!" He shouted at Nick and Nick shut up.

	"What?" Nick asked.

	"I'll go up with you." Brian said with a smug expression on his face.

	"Brian, you can't be serious! Don't you remember last time? And what about
when we went up the Empire State Building?" Kevin wondered.

	"I don't care! If it's what it will take to prove this jerk wrong, then I'm
going up with you!" Brian stated firmly.

	We sat in silence the rest of the way there. When we got out, Brian looked
up at the monolithic structure and his face visibly paled.

	"You know you don't have to do this - I was kidding, I mean it Brian, I
don't want you to be sick again, please don't go up!" Nick whispered in
Brian's ear.

	"NO! I'm gonna do it! I don't care what anyone says - I will make it up to
the top." He stated finally. We all walked over to the entrance way, and
Brian saw one of the lifts heading up the slope to the first level platform.
"We go up in that???" He asked.

	"Yes, look Brian, we don't have to do this, Nick was just kidding, we know
you're scared of heights, a lot of people are, it's nothing to be ashamed
of. Don't do this if you really don't want to." Brian gulped when I finished
talking, but then he shook his head and carried on.

	"No! I'm gonna do it! It's about time I got over this." He clenched his jaw
and we walked right into the waiting area. The lift returned about a minute
later, and we all got in. Nick and Howie stood near the doors to the lift,
A.J. stood on my left when I had my back to the back of the lift, Kevin
stood on my left, but shoulder to shoulder with me, and Brian stood just to
my right. The lift jerked to a start, and we were on our way up. The incline
isn't too much, but it's enough to creep you out: I guess it's just that
most people are used to going up and down in lifts, so when you go at an
angle in them, it's disorienting. We got to the first platform and we were
30 or so metres up. Brian didn't want to stop there, we were into the other
lift and headed straight up. Not only did this lift go much faster, but it
went straight up, and was made almost entirely of glass. We got about
another 30m up, and I looked over at Brian who was still just to my right. I
saw him sweating slightly. His eyes twitched around nervously, trying to
keep his eyes off the increasing landscape, but failing as he was drawn
irresistibly to the expanding horizon. Eventually I heard him suck in a
breath really deeply. He turned to look at me and I saw straight into his
eyes. He was blinking rapidly to try to hold back the tears, but I could see
in his eyes that he was about to panic. I reached out my hand and took his.
Kevin on the other side of me hadn't noticed his cousin's state, and was
waiting for the lift to get to the top quite happily. Brian took my hand
when I took his and he clutched it tightly. Our fingers interlaced, and I
could feel his nails digging into the back of my hand. I kept my eyes on
him, I'd heard once that eye contact makes people calmer. Very soon, the
lift reached the top floor, and Brian took in another deep breath. His
breathing was very shallow. As the other guys stepped off the lift, Kevin
turned back and saw Brian and me still standing there. Brian was obviously
panicking, and he looked a little like he was about to black out. Just
before the lift started back up again, Brian stepped out, still holding onto
me. He was sweating quite profusely now, but he carried on walking, and
finally looked straight out over the landscape through the wire mesh and saw
the whole of Paris laid out before him.

	He could see the Champs-Elysees that they had driven down less than a week
ago and had been down many times since. Sacre Coeur was in the distance, at
a slightly higher level than us. The Seine wound it's way through the city,
finally disappearing into the suburbs, and in the distance a gentle fog
obscured the furthest reaches of the city, and the countryside. Brian took
in a deep breath.

	"It's beautiful." It was: Paris has a strange colour scheme - it's survived
two world wars, and yet the city remains almost pure white when viewed from
a distance, only the occasional monolithic office building scars the city's
beauty. Brian's hand clutched mine tighter and I looked over at him. The
fear had been partially replaced with a look of wonder. He saw Sacre Coeur
on the distant hill.

	"What's that over there?"

	"It's Sacre Coeur - a church, it's really beautiful, both inside and out.
But it's on a really high hill which Jared has great difficulty climbing up
very quickly." He smirked over at me. I still hadn't forgotten how he beat
me up that hill some how - I was gonna find out before we left Paris. Brian
looked at me with a smile, but a confused expression on his face. He finally
dropped my hand.

	"Thank you Jared."

	"Welcome." I smiled back at him. He blinked back the remnants of his last
tears, and followed us around to see the remainder of the Parisian scenery.
He was still a bit wobbly on his legs, so I was reluctant to move too far
away from him. A.J. was snapping pictures, and so was Nick. I took the
camera out finally, and took a picture of each of the guys with the view of
Paris in the background. Brian was feeling much better by the time we got
into the lift to go back down, and he visibly relaxed the lower down the
tower we got. Once we stepped out, the limo was waiting about 100 metres
away so we walked and got in. Brian turned to me again.

	"I really do mean it Jared, thank you, a lot." Brian said to me once he got
into the limo with us.

	"What're you talking about Brian?" Nick asked.

	"Oh, ummm, I wasn't feeling too good at the top Nick, I had a bit of a
panic attack I guess. Jared held my hand and made sure I was ok." I don't
know why but I started turning red - all the guys were looking at me with
smiles on their faces. I guess they appreciated it when somebody helped one
of their own. I knew this was true when I heard the resounding calls of 'way
to go Jared' from Howie, 'thanks Jared' from a Nick who seemed a little
upset that he not only had not been there when Brian needed him, but had not
even realised that Brian had had a panic attack, and 'all right J!' from
A.J.. I turned to him with a confused expression on my face. No-one had ever
called me 'J'. He just shrugged.

	We drove on to the Arc d'Triomphe. It was impressive - the arch is at the
end of the Champs Elysees, and it's basically what it says it is - an arch
of triumph. Napoleon had it built when he won some battle or other, and it's
covered in pictures of men in battle uniforms, marching over countryside,
and typical post-classic design which decorate most of Napoleonic
architecture. The guys basically had a look around at the designs, they read
the plaque that was fixed to one of the inside walls, we took a few pictures
and left. Come on - as impressive as it is, it is still just a big block of
white stone.

	Finally we headed for Notre Dame (and I think I finally had all the guys
pronouncing it correctly!!!). Notre Dame looked very impressive: at certain
times of the year, the light hits the rose on the front of the church at
just the right angle to make it appear as if the light was coming out of the
church rather than entering it. Today was one of those days. All the guys
were in awe at the effect. I wanted to get a shot of the guys in front of
it. Brian seemed to be very touched by the effect of light coming out of the
church. Notre Dame was another church which gave me chills down my spine at
the strength of the faith in the church. I always felt closest to God in
churches like this one. I don't know why, but no churches in England ever
gave me sensations like this. I saw Brian stop while the other guys carried
on walking up the aisle. They were doing it again - what is it with them
ignoring Brian? Brian was staring up at the icons above the aisle and
hanging up at the altar.

	"Brian, is everything ok?" He turned to me and seemed to shake himself out
of the daze he was in.

	"Oh yeah, Jared, I'm ok. It's weird don't worry."

	"No, come on, what is it? Why did you stop?" I asked.

	"It's just, well, when I come into some churches, I can, how I can I put
this? I guess I can feel that they're churches. It's like the huge number of
people who have come in here, who have prayed in here, who have asked God
for something, they've left behind a bit of themselves, and I can almost
feel that." My jaw hung open. "You see? I knew you'd think it was stupid."

	"No. No. You don't understand, I feel the same way." Brian looked up at me,
his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "When I walk into a church, I
can feel something too. I always call it 'feeling the faith'. I could feel
it in Sacre Coeur when I was in there with Kevin the other day. Ask him if
you don't believe me, I told him how I felt." Brian smiled at me, then
hugged me. I hugged him back. I have to say, getting close to Brian felt
good, not that way, but the fact that we weren't acting like we were
sparring anymore felt good, and the fact he was Kevin's cousin and that he
was obviously important to Kevin meant that if I could get close to him,
then it couldn't hurt my relationship with Kevin, right?

	"Ahem." Brian and I pulled apart, though I kept an arm over his shoulder.
Kevin was standing before us, and he was looking straight at me. He had a
big, goofy grin on his face, and I thought I could see tears starting to
collect in his eyes. He walked toward us and put one arm around each of us
and pulled us into a mini group hug. Once we were all together, he whispered
into the middle of us. "I love you guys. I'm so happy that you two are okay
with each other." Brian and I looked towards each other and smiled. "I just
want you two to know that you mean everything to me." Kevin smiled at both
of us. "Well, I suppose those other three doofuses mean something!" Kevin
chuckled and we all joined in at his reference to the other three Backstreet
Boys.

	We slowly walked up the altar, looking around at all the paintings on the
walls. The altar was covered in golden ornaments and pictures of religious
icons. It looked incredible. The only thing I disapprove of or rather
dislike in Catholic churches is their overuse of the image of Christ on the
Cross - they spend too long pondering over the death of Christ, and not long
enough celebrating his very existence - surely that is what is important
about Christ himself. Once we got up to the altar, the three of us caught up
with the other three, and we all looked around up at the front. I got a few
pictures in, of the guys, and of the scenery, I got one really good one of
Nick: he had been exploring, then he found the 'crypt'. A spiral staircase
cut out of the stone, Nick had started down it and had got scared, so he
came back up. Just as he came out, he made a face at me as if to say: 'don't
go down there, too scary!'. I caught his face on the camera, and in the
background of the picture you could see the dark staircase and the sign
pointing down saying 'crypt'. Once we were done, the guys all gathered at
the altar again. No services were due to run for another hour or so. I told
the other guys to go on ahead, but I held Brian back for a minute. When
Kevin looked back I motioned for him to go on, he did.

	"Brian, you've got to see this." I pulled him in the direction I wanted him
to go.

	"What is it Jared?" Brian asked, confused.

	"You remember what we were talking about earlier? About how you could feel
the strength of people's faith in some places? Come see this." I pulled
Brian into the 'Lady Chapel'. There was a large stained glass window on the
opposite wall, which bathed the room in reds and blues. It was of Mary,
holding a baby Jesus. A sort of mini-altar was at the front end of the
chapel, and a few seats were lining the walls of the chapel. A musty smell
hung in the air, but also the smell of people, obviously a lot of people had
been in here over the years: the doorframe had been worn away by the hands
touching it or the feet treading it. Brian and I both gasped as we walked
in: there was a strong spiritual feeling in this room, and it was
incredible. The beauty of the room also added to the feeling: the stained
glass window looked incredible with the sunlight pouring through it. Brian
and I eventually left after a few minutes and walked out to the waiting
guys.

	"Thanks Jared." Brian said as we left the church.

	"It's ok, I'm glad to finally meet someone who appreciates that feeling you
got in there the same way I do. I just reckoned that if I had pulled Kevin
in there, while he would have been happy to go with me, it wouldn't have had
the same effect." I smirked at Brian to show that I was glad I could share
this with him. We walked over to the other guys, and when Kevin looked at me
questioningly, I just whispered to him: "We'll talk about it later." Then we
climbed in the limo, and were off to have lunch. We ended up, much to A.J.
and Nick's delight having McDonald's, though Kevin adamantly picked one of
the options which wasn't available in the US, just to show his protest to
the other members of the group. I just smirked when he found that the 'Blue
Cheese and Camembert Burger' didn't taste very nice.

	We all made plans for after lunch: I was to go off with Howie, and we had
to do some shopping or whatever, basically get a bit of Paris, and then come
back and we would go back to the hotel together. We actually got back into
the limo to drive to the main shopping precinct and started from there. Just
before we got out, Kevin pulled me back in, and kissed me.

	"I'm sorry we have to do this." He said in hushed tones.

	"It's alright, I don't mind the other guys remember? While I would prefer
to be with you, the other guys are fun to be with too, and I'm glad I get to
spend a bit of time with them, I just hope Howie can keep up with me."

	"Have you got any money on you?"

	"I have my company credit card, it's still got about $1000 left in clothing
allowances and there's some allowance for food and luxuries, about $200, so
I should be fine."

	"Here, take this too, just in case." Kevin handed me about ^À200. I thanked
him and kissed him again, then jumped out and Howie and I walked off. I
turned back once, and I saw Kevin, who was with A.J. turning back to look at
me at exactly the same moment. We both smiled before we turned around again.

	I walked around with Howie for a while: none of the shops we saw really
caught our fancy. Then he started talking to me, we had been chatting, but
now he started asking questions: what had I been before, why did I stop
teaching? What was it like living on the streets? I found it harder and
harder to answer each question. Eventually, we sat down in a Parisian
square.

	"You know Jared, Kevin and the rest of us are really close. We know that
Kevin had some problems trusting you and everything even though you opened
up to him. If you want the rest of us to trust you, you're gonna have to
open up to us too." Howie stated in a flat, but very quiet tone.

	"Howie, you don't understand, it's so hard. I've spent so long hiding my
emotions, hiding what I think, and just going with whatever will allow me to
earn my keep, that I'm not sure if I can just open up to people. I want to,
I really do, but it's gonna take me a while Howie. I don't want to say
anything that might muck up well, what's happening and everything. I have
Kevin now, I won't lose him, and I'm worried that if I say too much, or if
you know everything about me, then you won't want to be close to me, and
that will make Kevin feel bad, and, well, I just don't want that, I'm happy
Howie. It's been a long time, please just let me enjoy it for a while. I
mean I don't know everything about you, but I'm sure I'll pick stuff up over
time, so I guess you can do it the same way, learn me about me more the
longer we know each other." Howie looked at me for a second, then nodded.
Howie and I walked on, we found a few shops that interested us, and we had
about two bags each, which we carried back to the meeting point. In the
square that we had arranged to meet in we saw Kevin. Just before we walked
over, Howie grabbed my arm.

	"Jared, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get all intrusive on you, I just want
to be closer to you, I mean Kevin's like, well, he was everything to us for
a while when the band started up, and he's kinda kept that, he's more of a
father than an older brother to us, and, well we don't want to lose him,
we're just trying to look out for him, and although we like you, we just
want to get closer to you, so that maybe you won't leave us and Kevin won't
follow. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Howie's voice cracked and I
thought I saw tears in his eyes before he looked down. I could see Kevin
walking towards us.

	"So, what did you guys get?" Kevin asked as he walked over.

	"Just some clothes." I answered. I turned to Howie, who seemed thoughtful.
He just murmured that he had got clothes too to Kevin and then we headed to
the limo. Nick, Brian and A.J. were already waiting inside. We headed back
to the hotel and went up to our separate suites. Everyone was pretty tired
after the full day of sightseeing, but I could see Kevin still had enough
energy for a little 'extracurricular' activities, so I escorted him into the
bedroom after we dropped our stuff off.

	I removed his and my jacket and threw them over the chair. Then I took off
his shirt, revealing his finely sculpted chest. I kissed him passionately,
running my hands through his long hair. Then I slowly moved down. I kissed
his shoulder blade, then over his chest. I sucked his left nipple a bit, it
was small, and very round, and sat on a very firm mound of muscle which
rippled as he chuckled at the sensation of my tongue on the point of his
nipple. Then I moved further down, licking over his stomach and into his
navel. I stuck my tongue in there and swirled it around. Kevin's abdominals
contracted at the sensation. I pushed Kevin back so just his lower legs were
hanging off the bed, and I unzipped his jeans. I pulled them out from under
him, and took them off. Then I took my shirt off too. I lined myself up so
that my mouth was right above his cock, then swallowed it whole. I heard
Kevin gasp at the sensation, and his hands came to my shoulders where they
clutched onto me tightly. I bobbed up and down, creating powerful suction on
the upstroke and loosening up to create a warm, wet tunnel for Kevin's rigid
cock to enter.

	I grabbed Kevin's hands and held them to his side, then slowly sucked up
his cock. I lingered on the head then pulled right off. I heard Kevin moan
at the lack of feeling and he looked down. I smiled up at him. I held his
hands in place so he couldn't do anything. I knew he was close to orgasm,
and, given half the chance he would have jacked himself off there and then.
I looked up into his eyes for a moment, then I heard him whimper.

	"Jared, please!" He grimaced in the agony of the postponed ejaculation.

	"I'll do it..." I looked up at Kevin with a devilish grin on my face. "On
one condition." I smiled.

	"Anything, tell me, I'll do anything!" He answered.

	"Tell me how you got up to the top of the hill at Sacre Coeur before me."
He looked down at me, shocked. He had a pitiful expression on his face, and
he moaned.

	"There was a cable car at the bottom of the hill, just to the right of
where you started running up. There was one ready, waiting, so I just jumped
in... now please!" I gulped him down again. I hadn't noticed the cable car
last time I went to Sacre Coeur, oh well. I finished Kevin off, and
swallowed his load. Finally, I pulled Kevin up onto the bed once he had
relaxed a bit, and stripped myself before climbing in with him. It was still
early: only about 5 o'clock, so we could have a nap before the guys had to
head off to the concert this evening. I pulled Kevin close to me, and just
before he dozed off, he murmured: "I can't believe you did that!" and he
grinned before falling completely asleep.

***

	We only got about an hours' sleep before we had to wake up so the guys
could get to the concert on time. Kevin and I had packed most of our stuff
the previous night, as we were leaving straight from the concert, on the
tour bus. I decided to sit backstage this time, my ears hadn't recovered
from the previous few concerts I'd witnessed. I sat in the guys' dressing
room reading a book I had got earlier that day. Once I heard the music and
screaming die down, I put the book down and waited for the guys to come
back. Kevin came in with a huge grin on his face, he came right up to me and
kissed me.

	"The show went great." He said, he was still out of breath.

	After waiting for about an hour at the stadium, we got onto the bus and sat
on the couches which lined either side of the front of the bus. Kevin put
his arm around me and I smiled at him. I turned and looked out the window,
and my eyes caught the eyes of some newspaper photographer. I looked closely
at him, he looked very familiar. His camera dropped from in front of his
face, and just before we pulled away, I saw his jaw drop a bit. He looked so
familiar, oh well, it wasn't really important. The bus drove well into the
night to get us to Lyons for the next nights' concert...

To Be Continued...
End of Part 16

OK, there's part 16. You know now how Kevin got to the top of the hill
before Jared, you know most of the great sights to see in Paris, and you
know how Howie feels a bit about Kevin and Jared's relationship: a threat?
There'll be another part along in about a week, I have a hell of a lot of
studies to get on with at the moment, but I'm gonna start using more jumps
like the one at the beginning of this chapter, so that the tour progresses a
bit more quickly. I hope everyone's enjoying the story, oh yeah and if
you're reading this Ulrich, I'll be sending some mail to you soon - I need
help! Oh and Peter, thanks a lot for all your support and suggestions, oh
and Ry too, oh yeah, and finally Jimmy, who reads all my stories, and who I
love talking to... I hope you have a nice time at your sis's this weekend!