Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2000 20:07:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Really Bigdreamer <reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dreams Can Come True chapters 11-12

I don't know why I type a disclaimer at the top every
time (other than b/c I have to), no one reads them!
Well here we go anyway: if u r under 18 (or 21 in some
places) or find homosexual material offense or this is
illegal in your area then YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE READ THIS
FAR AND SHOULDN'T GO ON!!!

**Author's Note: I am running another voting thing to
determine how the story will work out, details at the
bottom

Chapter 11: Eight months later

	"...well no I don't think he'd be able to make that
with his current time frame," my assistant chattered
into her cell phone, "well, yes, I'm sorry too...thank
you..."
	"Who was that?" I asked as the limo pulled around a
corner and slowed to a stop at the curb.
	"Just some MTV bigwigs wanting you to go on TRL
tomorrow," my assistant, Heather, said as we got out
of limo and walked toward my hotel.
	"I just did TRL last week, didn't I?" I asked as we
entered the front doors.
	"Yes, that's why I said that you had a full
schedule," she chattered on as we entered the
elevator, "I don't think that it'd be that good an
idea as far as publicity goes. It says that you don't
have anything else to do but go on talk shows."
	"And that's farthest from the truth." I groaned as I
walked out of the elevator, "what do I have planned
for tomorrow."
	"Well," she started, "we only have one talk show.
You're going on `Rosie', live at ten to promote the
movie and give the CD another push."
	"The CD's been out for seven and a half months," I
said bluntly, "and the label's agreed to not release
any more singles or do any more publicity for it. So I
guess I'm just there to talk about the movie."
	"Yes," she said, "and then you have to meet with your
manager and go back to Columbia Records to renegotiate
your contract. I think that its good that the label
sign you for one record, now that you're a
multi-platinum artist you can get a new contract that
will get you a lot more money."
	"Uh...yeah...then what?"
	"The contract negotiations are thought to last until
about two, then you have a two hour free time period
you told me not to schedule anything for, but didn't
tell me why," she said, "and then you have a interview
with People Magazine at four and then the rest of the
day off."
	"Thanks, Heather..." I said.
	After about an hour Heather left and I realized that
I had the free period in my schedule because Brian was
flying into New York with the guys since they were one
a two and a half week break from touring.

Chapter 12: The next day
	The next day around 2:30 I found my self in JFK
Airport waiting for the person I loved, who I hadn't
seen in six months, since his last break in touring.
I'm certain that he'll be glad to see me, and I'd be
glad to see him. So far I've achieved fortune and
fame, but I haven't been able to share it with anyone.
The movie paid me $100,000 to do it, which is really
bad for an actor, but good for a beginner. And my
debut CD had gone 8 times platinum in the U.S., and a
total of 17 times platinum worldwide. I had money, and
lots of it, which is what I always wanted...but now I
just wanted Brian. And I don't know why I'm so
unhappy.
	Brian's flight came in on time, which was shocking,
and we hugged since we couldn't do anything more in
public. I helped carry Brian's bags to the limo that I
had waiting outside.
	"Where are the other guys?" I asked as I handed the
bags to the driver, who put them in the trunk.
	"Kevin went on a vacation with his wife, Howie went
to visit his parents, AJ went back to Orlando, and
Nick decided to take his little brother, Aaron, to
California for a couple of days," Brian answered as he
handed the rest of his luggage to the driver.
	"Oh, that's nice," I said as we got in the car, once
inside we embraced and kissed, but it didn't have the
passion that was always in Brian.
	"I'm so tired..." he muttered as he put his head on my
shoulder.
	Maybe that was the cause, maybe he was exhausted, but
I couldn't shake the feeling it was something else.
Once we got his bags into my room at the Hilton, Brian
laid down on the bed.
	"What's wrong, babe?" I asked.
	"I'm just so tired lately..." he trailed off.
	"Oh..." I mumbled.
	"Too tired to..." I trailed off.
	"Yes," he said bluntly before taking off his clothes,
except for his boxers, and climbing into bed.
	"Ok..." I said worriedly.

Now for you to do your part: vote!

E-mail me at reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com and tell me
what you think you is wrong with Brian and I'll
consider some ideas and write one in. This time I'm
not giving you any choices...just think of some on
your own and write me...This time I'm only accepting
votes in the first TWO weeks after the story is
posted. Also tell me if I SHOULD or SHOULD NOT keep
doing this voting thing and tell me why or why not,
thanx!!

Also...sorry for the shortness and no sexness of the
story...I wrote it really shabbily (is that a word?)
and threw it together really quickly...sorry