Date: Wed, 11 Apr 2001 15:22:17 +0200 From: Aaron . Subject: "Watching You Without Me" Ch. 2 (boybands) OMG! My lit is on Nifty...That's so cool!! :) Ok, I'm sorry this chapter is so very short, the story isnt coming along very well/easily. Anyway, ENJOY! :) Disclaimer: None of this happened; it is all a figment of my poor, poor deranged psyche. This story is not meant to imply anything about anyone, and it is for entertainment purposes only. This story is copywritten by me. *yells at the top of his lungs* "Hey Nimm!!!!" "Watching You Without Me" Aaron DeLorean *Chapter Two* ___________________________________ "Can't let you know What's been happening. There's a ghost in our home, Just watching you without me. I'm not here." --Kate Bush ___________________________________ I couldn't believe it when I saw my name printed on a large plastic card being held by a man in a uniform. It donned on me that the producer must have sent a car for me. I smiled. I felt like maybe if the producer had though I was worth having a car sent after me, that maybe I really was. The driver smiled as I waved for him and introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Aaron Macmillan." He shook my hand and went to deposit the plastic card in the trash but I stopped him. "If you wouldn't mind I'd like to keep that as a souvenir." He nodded, "Right this way sir." The phone in the hotel room rang precisely ten minutes after I walked in. I picked it up. "Hello?" I asked carefully. "Yes, hi, is this Aaron Macmillan?" The man on the other end asked. "Yes, may I ask who this is?" "Oh, my name is A.J. McLean, I'm your new producer." I dropped the phone. I could hear him asking me if I was still on the line as I picked the phone up from the floor. "Yeah, I'm here Mr. McLean, sorry about that, I was just a bit shocked." He laughed, "That's ok, and drop the Mister shit, I'm your producer, call me whatever you want." I smiled. "Sure." "By the way Aaron, I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me to dinner while we discussed this contract." I suppressed a loud laugh in my throat as I squeaked out a shy, "Yeah, I'd like that." He laughed again. It sounded to me as if he had been smoking, it was a phlegm-like laugh, the kind of laugh I made when I woke up in the morning after a wild night of coke snorting. "Ok, cool, I'll send a car for you at six. Later." I heard the phone click as I fell back onto the bed. The doorbell rang. Still in my star-struck stupor, I drifted into the front hall of the suite to answer it. A tall woman with big black hair puffed out around her head like a hallo burst through the doorway and embraced me. "Oh my god! TORI!" We hugged as the bellboy deposited her luggage by the door. Tori spread out her arms and threw her head back, loudly proclaiming, "It is I, the great and wonderful Victoria Weston!" I smiled widely as she laughed heartily. It had been a long time since I had seen Tori this happy when she wasn't high. It gave me a warm feeling all over. Tori's happiness was extremely intoxicating. "Tori, what are you doing here?" I inquired, still surprised to see her. A conspiratorial smile formed on her lips. "Well, Alex asked me to come down here and record some backing tracks for your album." I was once again completely lost. "Alex? Tori you act like you know him." "But Aaron dear, I DO! I met him last year when I had that job assisting Sophie down in Miami." My eyes practically crossed. "Oh, I see." "Yeah, well, I was actually the one who introduced your agent to Alex." My mouth dropped open. "VICTORIA YOU ABSOLUTE DOLL!" I screamed in delight. She smiled, "I thought you'd like it." Tori grabbed my arm, "But we'll talk later, right now we gotta get ready for dinner with Alex." "Oh, you're coming?" "Yeah, he asked me last night; and of course Jay Cee will be there." I nodded; Jay Cee was my agent. Tori steered me into my room. I was still in a daze with the occuring events. Tori twinkled her fingers at me before she disappeared behind the bathroom door with a little giggle. I smiled. I actually felt happy. Cocaine was the furthest thing from my mind as I unpacked my luggage. To Be Continued........ MAIL ME! See my site: www.aarondelorean.com