Date: Wed, 27 Sep 2000 15:10:46 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 35 of One Big Happy Family Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to me at fsw99@mindspring.com.. Chapter Thirty Five "Man, I am so nervous, I can't sit still," Isaiah said. "Don't worry about it. You will do fine," Jimmy said. He was the only one who looked calm. Even Stan was nervous. "That's easy for you to say. You don't have on these stupid leather pants," Paul said. I can't believe you talked me into wearing them." "You look great in them. They were too small for me to wear, or I would have them on. You guys have a lot to learn about how a rock and roll band should dress for a performance," Jimmy added. "Yeah, but they get to pump themselves full of drugs and alcohol before they play. All we have is water. Hey, I see an old friend of mine near the stage. If I know him, he has a bottle in his locker," Paul said, as he peered at the crowd through the curtain. "If I can just get his attention...." "Forget about it, Paul," I said. "I was just kidding, Stan. We all know we have to get rid of you before we can drink after we finish," Paul kidded. "Very funny. Well, at least you can joke around before you start playing. Look, once you start, everyone will do fine. You have gone over these songs so many times in the past, I think you can all play them blindfolded. You will do great, I guarantee you," I said. "Yeah, you guys are ready, trust me. You sounded better and better all week," Brian said. Just as he finished, Mr. Anderson walked around the curtain. "Are you guys ready?" he asked. "I think so," Isaiah said, standing up. "Tim and Tom are already sitting by the mixing board. Brian is going to join them so he can listen from across the room. We are all nervous, though." "That is understandable. If you sound half as good as the cassette, the kids will love you. OK, I am going to introduce you, and then get off the stage. Start whenever you are ready. What are you going to play?" he asked. "We picked `Foreplay/Long Time` to open. We aren't going to say anything, just start the keyboard solo. Jimmy and I have split it up, and we are both going to try playing it at the same time. It sounds better with the different keyboard parts coming out of different speakers. Then `Lorelei` and finish with `Peace of Mind`. "OK. Are you ready?" he asked. "We have to get started. We might have time for four songs if we start now," Mr. Anderson said. "Yeah. Let us get into position, and then open the curtains. Brian, hurry up and get to where you want to stand. Let's do it, guys. Show time!" Jimmy said, outwardly thrilled to finally be able to play in front of a big group of people. Everyone got into place, the curtains opened, and Mr. Anderson stepped to the microphone. "OK, everybody. Let me introduce a brand new band, `Too Young To Be Scared`. How about a big round of applause for their first performance ever in front of an audience," he said and then walked off as the students politely clapped a little bit. "See, they love us already," Jimmy kidded. "Count us off, Isaiah. Time to kick some ass!" "One, Two, Three, Four," Isaiah counted, as first Jimmy and then Isaiah went into the split keyboard solo. The crowd was stunned as Ed kicks in the loud bass part at the beginning, and then becomes more and more animated as the band gets further into the `Foreplay` beginning. By the time the sound almost dies down completely right before the start of `Long Time`, everyone is on their feet and chairs are hitting the floor as students try and get closer to the stage. As the beat starts getting louder and louder and louder to start `Long Time`, everyone is clapping their hands and screaming in anticipation. The sound literally explodes to start the song, and the audience clearly approves. When the band finally finishes, the crowd is in a frenzy. Everyone in the band is beaming. The audience really did love them!!! Isaiah sees the condition the chairs are in and says, "Hello, everyone. Glad we could get to play for you today. We have a couple more songs to play now, and maybe an announcement of when you can hear us again, if you would like to." Everyone yelled their approval. "I hate to stop for a few minutes, but someone is going to get hurt with those overturned chairs. BD, where are you?" Isaiah asked. "Over here, Isaiah," he answered. "Come over here, will you?" Isaiah asked. BD walked over, and everyone quickly cleared a path for him. He was the biggest black man most of the student had ever seen, 6'8" and 305 pounds of all muscle. He was the star of the football team, playing right end on offense and left tackle on defense. "Hey man. You owe me a favor, remember?" Isaiah asked. "Yeah, several, little bro. What's up?" he asked. "How fast can you and your football buddies get all the chairs stacked in their holders if we really blow the roof off this auditorium when you get finished?" Isaiah asked. "Give us five minutes, and everything will be taken care of," BD said. "How about it, Mr. Anderson. Can we get the students to help put the chairs away and let the students stand, like a real concert? I think it would be lots safer that way," Isaiah said. "I agree. The chair holders are in the back of the auditorium. Everyone who is helping, take your time and be careful," Mr. Anderson said. "You heard the man. Come on guys, everyone help. Let's get the chairs out of the way so we can hear my little buddy's band some more," BD said. All the boys and also some of the girls all start to help out, as the band just looked on, amazed. "God, that guy is huge. How do you know him?" Jimmy asked. "I was in one of his classes when we first started high school. You won't believe it, but he was shier than I was back then. He was really having trouble in math, and I offered to help him. He was close to getting kicked off the football team because of his grades, which picked up quickly after that. We have been friends ever since," Isaiah answered. "I am glad he is your friend, and not your enemy. I would hate to get into a fight with him," Jimmy said. "Yeah, I played on the ninth grade team that year. Before BD was moved to the varsity, I had to practice against him. I was the fullback, and they expected me to block him. It was like hitting a brick wall. I tried my best, but he was just too big to handle," Ed said. All the chairs had been put up, and the crowd was now in place, BD in the front of the stage. "Anything else I can do for you, Isaiah," he asked. "Not right now, bud. How about we play a little more for all of you?" Isaiah asked. The students roared back their approval. "OK, that last song was called `Foreplay/Long Time` by Boston. The next is called `Lorelei` by Styx," he said, as he sat down behind his keyboards. "One, Two, Three, Four," he counted off, and then he and Jimmy started their dual keyboard solo to start the song. As Isaiah started the vocals, the audience started to get more animated as they started getting into the unfamiliar song. The rest of the band finally joined Jimmy and Isaiah, as the song exploded into pure rock and roll. Isaiah almost strutted up to the front of the stage, as he danced around to the beat of the music. By the time the song started to end with everyone singing in harmony, everyone was back in frenzy mode. Then, Robbie and Phill took off with the guitar duet they had added at the end, and they ended the song to furious applause. "Thank you. Thank you," Isaiah said, trying to stop the applause. "Our last song is called `Peace of Mind` by Boston. It is more guitar dominated, so we dedicate it to our guitarists, Phill and Robbie. One, Two, Three, Four," Isaiah yelled, as the crowd had already started to applaud. Robbie and Phill started in on the dual guitar lead in to the song, Isaiah kicked in the vocals, and before they knew it, Robbie and Phill were finishing the ending dual guitar leads where one solos, then the other, back and forth, until the finally come together playing the same lead, but in different keys. In a way too short amount of time, their first concert was over, and no one wanted them to quit. Not them, not the kids in the audience, and not Mr. Anderson. He quickly came back up on stage and said, "That was `Too Young To Be Scared`! What does everyone think? Are they awesome, or what?" The crowd roared their approval. "OK, would you like to hear them play lots more songs?" The noise got even louder. "They have agreed to play again after the football game tonight. Five dollars per person and you get to hear them play as long as they want. Up to reason, you understand, but lots longer than what you heard this afternoon. How does that sound?" Again, huge applause. "OK, you are all dismissed for the day." "Mr. Anderson, one second please. BD, I want our team to win by at least twenty points tonight, OK? If you do, we won't start playing until all of you guys take a shower and change clothes," Isaiah said. "You got a bet," BD answered. "And BD, one more thing. Do take a shower after the game, OK? You didn't always do that enough when I first met you," Isaiah kidded. "Funny boy! I think I might have to come up there and teach you what you can say on stage and what you can't," he said laughing, as he faked climbing onto the stage. "No, that's all right," he said, putting up the microphone and running towards the back of the stage, as everyone laughed at them. As the students left the auditorium, the band stood around as Stan, Tim, and Tom told them how good they had sounded. Many students that were friends of theirs and also complete strangers also came up and talked to them. They were a big hit, lots bigger than they could have ever dreamed they would be. Phill finally looked around and saw Keith standing off to one side, beaming at him. Keith's bodyguard also was standing further away. "Robbie, Keith is over there. I didn't know he was even here. I am going over to say hello to him, OK?" Phill asked. Robbie stared at him for a moment, and then said, "No kissing, understand?" "Yes, sir!" Phill said sternly, saluting him, and then they both laughed. Kissing in front of all of these students still milling around was the one thing Phill could guarantee Robbie he wouldn't do. Everything was going too good right now, and he didn't want any rumors of him being gay spread out all over the school. Phill ran over to where Keith was standing. "Hi Keith. I didn't know you were here. Did you hear us play?" Phill asked. "I got here late. I heard most of the song before last and all the last one. All of you were sensational. You are too good to be playing in front of a high school crowd. I think it is time for you to release a record," Keith said. Phill just laughed. "We need lots more experience before we are able to do that. Mr. Shepherd would never let us record anything yet." "What if I told you Mr. Shepherd doesn't really have anything to say about it? Except maybe as an employee," Keith said with a smile on his face. "Huh? What do you mean? He owns the studio where we have been practicing and made our recording. You know that," Phill replied. "He did own it. My father and I own it now. I bought it for you and your band," Keith said with a smile. "What? You did what?" Phill yelled. "Phill, calm down. What is the matter? I thought you would be thrilled. What did I do now?" Keith asked, alarmed at how mad Phill was all of a sudden. "You just don't get it." Phill said, walking away. "You don't get it, do you?" he asked as he walked back, pacing. "I try to be friends with you. I did love you, but that is all over now. I don't want to hurt you, but you keep buying me more and more expensive things. How do I get through to you? I don't want anything from you. I don't want you to buy me anything else. I just want us to be friends. Don't you understand?" Keith just stared at him, dumbfounded. He didn't say anything for a long time. He looked away as a tear started to form at the corner of one eye. After he quickly wiped it away, he said quietly, "I guess neither of us gets it. Everything I do seems to make you mad. I buy my other friends presents all of the time. That's just the way I am. They don't throw them back in my face like you do. I was trying to do something nice for you, and you act like I am your worst enemy. I can't take this anymore. I give up. Go back to Robbie. I hope the two of you are happy together. Goodbye, Phill," Keith said, as he turned on his heal and walked out, followed by his bodyguard. Phill just stared after him. "Keith, wait," he said. Keith stopped briefly, but then shrugged his shoulders and kept walking. "Keith!" Phill yelled, but he was gone. Robbie came running over to see what was the matter. "Phill, what's wrong?" "Well, Keith and his father bought Jimmy's Dad's studio, for us, I think. Don't tell anyone else yet, especially Jimmy. I exploded, and told Keith I didn't want him buying me things like that. I think I really hurt him this time, Robbie, and I didn't want this to happen. I really feel bad now," Phill said. "Robbie put his arm around Phill's shoulders and said, "I am sorry to hear that. I didn't want to see him get his feelings hurt, either. We wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for him. Maybe you can call him later. I wouldn't mind seeing you still be friends with him, but he made me crazy jealous. I would like to get to know him, too, if he would just stop kissing you all of the time." Phill looked up at Robbie and smiled. "He didn't kiss me all of the time." "Yeah, but he kissed you way to many times for me to be happy about it. Come on, let's go back to where the rest of the band is. We still have to plan what we are going to play tonight," Robbie said, as he led Phill back towards the others. Phill tried to have fun, like everyone else, but his mind kept going back to the look Keith gave him right before he left. He knew he had hurt Keith badly this time, which was what he was really trying not to do. ***************************** Keith walked slowly back to his limo, trailed by the bodyguard. He had conflicting thoughts running through his mind. Part of him was happy that he and Phill were over. Part of him was sad. He really needed his cousins right now, but he knew that they had Matt and Mike spending the weekend with them. He thought about calling and joining them. He knew Mark and Alex wouldn't mind at all, but he just couldn't face all of their questions right now. His parents weren't home. If he went back to his house, he would be alone except for the servants. Once he was back in his limo and on his way back home, he tried calling several of his close friends, but this was Friday night. Everyone had plans, or weren't at home. Not only had Keith been neglecting his cousins since his obsession with Phill started, but his friends also. Keith made up his mind that would change, as the limo slowly took him back towards Beverly Hills. Keith started thinking about how his life would be so different if he hadn't been born into such a wealthy family, as his mind drifted along with the rapidly changing scenery. ****************************** (Mark's turn) "What do you think we should take with us? What we normally wear isn't exactly up to Beverly Hills standards," Mike kidded. "Well, we don't exactly have enough money to go out and buy new wardrobes, now do we?" Matt asked. "I guess we will just have to take the best looking stuff we have and hope we don't embarrass ourselves. Or, we can sell the Honda Odessey Keith gave to the band and use the money to buy us some really nice clothes." "Well, that would work, but when it came time for us to hook up the trailer to our old car, I think they would notice," Mike kidded back. "Yeah, I guess we are stuck with what we have. I just hope they don't mind. I have no idea what to expect. Mark and Alex have been really friendly to us so far, and I hope we aren't getting in over our heads," Matt said. "Hey, they haven't exactly asked us to marry them, you know. They just want to be friends. What is wrong with that?" Mike asked. "Nothing. Nothing at all. I just got the feeling from the looks in their eyes that they might want more than friendship," Matt said. "Well, we can only hope, can't we? I really like Alex. You seem to really like Mark. Just don't decide to stay with them, OK?" Mike asked, as he came up close to Matt and lightly kissed him on the mouth. "I don't think that will be a problem. We might have some fun, though," Matt said as he kissed him back. They were both thinking that this might be an interesting weekend. ***************************** "We are killing them. BD is going crazy. He is wiping out two or three players on every play. I could run for ten yards every down behind him and his brother," Paul said. "Yeah, this is over. We are up 35-10, and it looks like we will score again soon. Let's get back and start warming up again. Looking at BD wiping out all those other guys just makes me remember all the aches and pains from three years ago," Ed said. "Is BD his real name?" Jimmy asked, as they walked back to the auditorium. "No, his real name is Dandy. I have no idea what kind of drugs his mother was on when she named him, but when role was called in the ninth grade, he would almost hide before he would answer the role. He said she liked the song `Jim Dandy to the Rescue` and named him after that. He really hated it, and started just calling himself `D`. It became `BD` for `Big Dandy` until we had to take showers after gym. Then, it became `BD` for `Big Dick`. You won't believe the size of it. Totally straight guys would openly stare. I stared more than a few times," Isaiah said, laughing. Ed started laughing. "Yeah, I stared a few times, too, after football practice in the showers. They ought to bronze that thing." "All I know is you had better not call him Dandy in front of him," Isaiah said. "He goes crazy if you do." Comments can be sent to me at fsw99@mindspring.com.