By James
June 25, 2000
It
was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and I was on my way to see my first *NSYNC
concert. The traffic between Springfield and Joliet was surprisingly light.
It was a perfect day until that damn flashing message board at the
intersection of Interstates 55 and 80 telling everyone the NSYNC Concert
has been postponed, tune your radios to 96.3 for details. Of course,
I was past the sign before the second half of the message, mentioning the
radio station, was displayed.
With my heart pounding, I
turned off I-55 onto I-80 and headed for the Route 66 Raceway, hoping for
more signs telling me what is going on. And yes, there were
more signs, one at the turnoff to State Route 53, which is the old
Route 66. Still couldn't read the radio station number, going by
too fast. I spotted a third sign up ahead and slowed down.
I pulled off into a nearby strip shopping center and parked. Tuning
the radio to the station listed, I find a Chicago rock station that
specializes in "60 minutes of uninterrupted music". After fifteen
minutes of music and no announcement of the concert, I head back down the
road to the raceway.
As I turn into the raceway
grounds I could see a van turning around up ahead. Pulling up to
the van, I stop..
Rolling down my window I
ask, "Do you know what's going on?"
"Tornado destroyed the stage
Friday," said the girl in the van.
"Damn! Was anyone hurt?"
I asked.
"I don't know," she answered.
"Are they going to reschedule?"
"They will be announcing
it later. No one knows when," she said.
"Thanks," I said as I pulled
away to turn around. I decided to park and go talk to the guard at
the gate, just then, Justin Timberlake came on the radio to announce
that due to storm damage at the Route 66 Speedway, the concert has been
postponed. "When a date has been confirmed, we will announce it over
this radio station."
As I was walking up to the
gate, I could see what was left of the stage in the distance. It
was a pile of twisted scaffolding and there were three cranes working on
the pile, trying to pull it apart. I found out from the guard that
late Friday a storm came up quickly as the crew was setting up the stage.
The crew took shelter under the grandstand. A big wind came up, no
one could confirm if it was a tornado or not, but it destroyed the stage
and threw the light and camera tower back across the Raceway .
As soon as a date is set, it will be announced over the radio. A
lot of good that will do me, that station can't be picked up in my part
of the state.
Returning to my car
I realized there was nothing I could do but head back home. My only
hope was that the new date would be announced on *NSYNC's web site.
August 1, 2000
Once
again, I'm heading up I-55, coming up to the I-80 interchange when I spot
a flashing sign.
My heart jumps to my
throat as I get close enough to read it. "Road Construction
Next 14 miles. Expect Delays."
With a sigh of relief I take
the I-80 exit I headed out to the raceway, I needed to see it for myself,
I cannot relax until I've seen the stage with my own eyes.
Driving down old Route 66 I noticed barricades at all the cross roads,
it seemed strange. As I approached, I could see the raceway over
the cornfields and the stage was there. I breath a sigh of
relief at the sight. Now I just wanted to turn around and head for
my motel but all the cross roads were blocked. I had
to go all the way to the raceway entrance in order to turn around and head
back to Joliet and to my motel.
On the way to my motel, I
spotted a tour bus heading out to the raceway. It was the biggest
bus I have ever seen. It was gray and silver and as I passed it, you could
see people sitting in the front windows. I could not see very
well through the tinted windows, but could make out at least four
people sitting facing each other, like at a table. Could it
be? Yeah, maybe. It was mid afternoon, they could be heading
out for the sound check.
I passed several of the new
motels that have sprung up along the expressway over the last five
years. They were packed with cars; most of the cars were decorated with
pictures of the guys of NSYNC. And almost every car had "Honk if
you love NSYNC" Can't anyone come up with something original?
Bypassing
all the new motels, I head across town to the Lincoln Inn, my home away
from home. It has been around about forty years, solidly built, large
comfortable rooms, and for the most part quiet. As I turn into the
parking lot I notice the no vacancy sign is lit, 'I
haven't seen that in years, must be the concert'. Pulling
around to the motel office entrance it hits me, 'Strange. The lot
is empty. 'Wonder what's going on?'
Parking near the front door
I grab my bag from the trunk and go to the entrance to find it locked.
'What's going on?' I wonder. Seeing William the day manager
behind the front desk I tap on the door glass with my keys, trying
to get his attention. Looking up, William spots me and quickly comes
to let me in.
"Hi, Matt, you're early.
I didn't expect you for another hour," William said greeting
me with a friendly smile.
"I made good time.
What's going on? No Vacancy? And where are all the cars?"
I asked.
"Every room has been booked
for two days. We have a bus tour group staying with us," William
said with a laugh.
"Oh, they must be over at
the river boats. Gambling tours must be picking up for them to take
all the rooms. I hope you didn't rent out mine," I said with a smile.
"I wouldn't dare, knowing
who's in town tonight," said William as he went around the counter.
"Well, I need to take a quick
shower before I head out to the raceway. Talk to you later," I said
as he turned go to my room.
"Matt, wait.
You're going to need this," William called out.
"Need what?"
"All the locks have been
replaced. Your key will not work."
"When did this happen?" I
asked.
"Two weeks ago. We
are now like the big guys, electronic locks."
Returning to the front desk
I pick up the new key, I eye it skeptically. "This is a key?" I ask.
"It's an electronic key.
It has been programmed to open the same doors your old key did,"
William said with a little laugh.
"You know, if you keep making
changes around here, I may need to find someplace else to stay," I said
with a half smile as I turned to leave.
"Matt, you and I both know
that's bull shit. You'd never stay anyplace else," said William.
Turning I just gave William
a one finger wave over my shoulder as I head for my room. I could
hear William laughing at me.
Pulling
into my sister's driveway I am greeted by my niece, Jessica. "It's
about time you got here. We're going to be late."
"Hi, Uncle Matt. How
was your trip Uncle Matt. Oh, thank you for taking us to the NSYNC
concert Uncle Matt," I mock Jess.
Turning red with embarrassment,
Jess says, "Sorry Uncle Matt. I guess I did sound a little
bratty."
"Little?" I ask.
With a smile growing across
her face, Jess runs up to me, jumps into my arms and
plants little kisses all over my face. "Oh, Uncle Matt. Kiss
Thank you for taking us to the concert. Kiss
You're the best uncle in the whole world. Kiss
I love you, Uncle Matt. Kiss
You are my most favorite uncle. Kiss"
"And you're my most
favorite niece," I said laughing.
Pulling back and giving me
a strange look, Jess said, "I'm your only niece."
"And I'm your only uncle,"
I said with a chuckle.
"Jess, what are you doing
to Matt?" asked Becky, my sister, coming out of the house to see what all
the commotion was.
"Just telling Uncle Matt
how great he is."
"Well, go get your stuff.
Or you're not going with Matt."
"Ok, mom. Be right
back, Uncle Matt," Jess said as she runs into the house.
"Matt, why do you let her
do that to you?" Becky asked.
"Do what?" I asked.
"Let her wrap you around
her little finger."
"Hey, Beck, I only have one
niece. So I spoil her, a little."
"Gee,
Uncle Matt, we're not little kids. We'll be all right," Jess
complained..
"I know you're not
little kids, but I want your promise, you three stay together. No
one goes off alone. If one of you have to go the rest room, you all
go together," I tell my niece and her two friends.
"Yes, yes we know," Jess
answers, as she rolls her eyes.
"And where do we meet after
the concert?" I ask.
"Right here by this post.
Who ever gets her first stays here until the others arrive. Ok! Can
we go to our seats now?"
Laughing at Jess' impatience,
I reply "Go find your seats, enjoy the concert.
"Uncle
Matt, what's wrong? Didn't you have a good time at the concert?"
Jess asked me during our long, slow drive home.
"The concert was great.
It's just this traffic is unbelievable," I answer.
"How was your seat?
Were you able to see everything?" Jess asked, hoping to take my mind off
the traffic.
"My seat wasn't too bad.
I could see the stage. With my binoculars I could almost tell who
was singing," I said with a little bit of disappointment in my voice.
"Bad seat. Sorry."
"No. I did see NSYNC
perform, and that was great. The poor 20,000 fans in the back third
of the raceway, they had the bad seats. The midfield monitor did
not work half the time, so they couldn't see anything," I told Jess.
Pulling into the driveway
I could see lights on in the kitchen and Becky looking out the window.
"Ok, girls we're here. Don't forget your sleeping bags.
And, Jess, don't keep your mom and dad up all night talking. Remember
slumber party means you do go to sleep eventually."
"I don't think that will
be a problem. I'm so tired, I'm ready for bed now," Jess said
sleepily. Leaning over she gives me a kiss on the cheek, "Thanks
for taking us to the concert. And don't forget about my party."
"I wont forget," I say to
her as she gets out of the car. "Jess."
"What?"
"Happy Birthday, kid,"
Jess smiles, "Thanks, Uncle
Matt. Good night see you at the party."
Entering
my room, I toss my keys on the table. My neck hurts, my shoulders
hurt, lets just say most everything hurts. The tension of three
hours in a traffic jam has taken its toll. 'I
know, the hot tub. That's what I need. A good long soak in
the hot tub. Good thinking, Matt. Of course, having your own
private entrance to the pool helps.'
I quickly undress and grabbing
a robe as I went to the pool. As far as motel pools go,
this one is quite unusual. You see there are no windows in
the pool area, only large skylights. The lights from the parking
lot shine through the skylights casting a low gray light in the pool area.
There is enough light, I don't need to turn on any other lights, besides
someone forgot to turn off the lights in the bottom of the pool and hot
tub. Setting the timer on the jets for thirty minutes, I lower myself
into the hot bubbling water and let out a long sigh.
Leaning back with water bubbling
just under my chin, I start replaying the concert back in my mind.
Going over every detail of the night, I want to remember everything about
tonight's concert.
I'm brought back from my
thoughts by the sound of the door to the pool open and someone coming in.
There's more than one person, I can tell by the shadows cast from
the open door. But I can't see who it is from the hot tub.
"Does anyone know where the
light switch is?" asks one of the new arrivals.
"How would I know," answers
another voice.
"Joe, you checked out the
pool this morning. Do you remember seeing a light switch?" asks a third
voice.
"No, I don't remember seeing
any. Maybe the lights are on a timer. Besides I don't
think we need any. There's plenty of light coming in the skylights."
answers a fourth voice.
"Where's the hot tub? I need
a long soak," asked a fifth deeper voice.
"Over this way," answers
the Joe voice.
"What the shit! There's
someone in the hot tub," said the second voice.
"Damn! I thought we booked
the whole motel," said the deep voice.
"Hey buddy, who are you and
what are you doing here?" asked the first voice.
Stunned beyond belief, I
sit there looking up at the members of *NSYNC.
"Hey! You speak English?
Maybe we should get security," said Chris.
Finally regaining my voice,
I managed to reply, "I'm Matt, Matt Morgan, and I live here."
"You live in a motel?" quizzed
Justin.
"No, I have an apartment
here," I answered.
"There was no mention of
an apartment when we rented this place," said Lance.
"This motel was built and
run by George and Mary Wilson, my god parents. They retired to Florida
three years ago. It's their private apartment that I live in," I
answered.
"Security said that a car
drove up about twenty minutes ago. But they lost it.
Couldn't fond any sign of it," said JC.
"The car was mine.
It's parked in the garage in the backside of the building. There
are two entrances to my apartment, the garage and through a door in the
weight room just off the pool. Most of the time the staff doesn't
even know I'm in town unless they see me here in the pool."
"Sorry about the hassle,
we have to be careful," Justin said with a smile. "I guess we should introduce
ourselves."
"You don't have to, I know
who you all are. I got both Back Street albums," I answer
with a grin.
Joey was the first to catch
on. "Oh, a comedian."
"No, Just an *NSYNC fan,"
I chuckled.
Tossing off their robes,
they join me in the hot tub.
"You're a fan. Did
you see tonight's concert?" asked Joey.
"Yeah, I was there."
"Well what did you think
of it?" asked Justin, confident of my answer.
I hesitate, not sure
as how to answer the question.
Sensing my hesitation, Justin's
smile faded. "What was wrong?"
All five heads turned to
me. I knew I had to choose my words carefully. "The show was
great, and if you talk to any of the fans in the front third of the raceway,
you will get only positive feedback."
"I take it your seats weren't
in that area?" Joey asked.
"No, my seat was in the center
of the north grandstand," I said
"And?" prompted Chris.
"We knew someone was performing
but couldn't see who."
"Didn't the video screens
help?" asked Justin
"Yeah, with binoculars I
could see them clear enough to tell you all apart. The video screen
on the light tower was off line more than on," I told them.
Then chuckling at the memory, I add, "Your opening number had you coming
up from the bottom of the screen. The image was upside down.
Anyone in the back third could not see the screens, so they could not see
you."
"Shit! That's not good,"
said JC.
"I knew the big venues would
be a problem," said Chris.
"Don't you have your own
people in the audience to spot these kind of problems?" I asked.
"Yeah, but it seems the feedback
was flawed. Telling us everything was great," Justin said.
"Telling you what you wanted
to hear, and covering their own butts," I pointed out.
"Was anything about the concert
right?" asked Lance.
Laughing I answered,
"Yeah, your sound system was awesome. Much improved over your HBO
Special."
"What!!" they all said.
"I need to learn to keep
my opinions to my self," I said softly.
"No, Matt, we need to hear
what you think. You're a neutral point of view, unlike our own people,"
said Lance.
"Ok. Have you seen
a tape of the special?" I asked.
"Yeah, we watched it the
next day," said Chris.
"When did you get it?"
"It arrived by messenger
that afternoon. We watched it after sound check," Joey answered.
"And the sound was great.
Right?" I asked.
"Yeah, The sound was perfect,"
said Justin.
"It was doctored. What
was broadcast really sucked. And I bet the tape you got will
be used on all the rebroadcasts," I said.
Lance asked, "By any chance,
did you tape the show?"
"You bet. I have two
copies; I got the West Coast feed three hours later. And they didn't
have enough time to fix it."
"Do you have a copy we can
see," asked Justin seriously.
"Sure, I brought both tapes
with me when I drove up for the concert," I said. "When you've had
enough time in the hot tub we could go watch it."
"You said you drove up for
the concert. Didn't you say you lived here?" asked Chris.
"I actually live in Springfield,
but my job has me traveling."
"What do you do?" JC asked.
"I work for the State of
Illinois, I am an auditor for the Department of Revenue. I inspect
and audit the casinos in this half of the state."
"Cool, you get to hang out
in casinos all the time. Play a little blackjack and the slots,"
Chris observed.
"Actually, I've never played
any of the games. I work too hard for my money to waste it
on a game where the odds are on the side of the house."
The timer cut off the jets.
"You all want more time? Or have you had enough?" I asked.
"I've had enough.
Let's go watch the video," said JC.
As everyone was climbing
out of the hot tub, Lance noticed I had not moved. "Matt, what's
wrong?"
As the blush rose in my face,
I had to confess, "I thought I would have the pools to myself.
I'm not wearing a swimsuit."
Lance smiled, "Matt, were
all guys here, I'm sure you don't have anything we haven't seen before.
And I promise not to look."
As I got out of the tub,
everyone seemed to look elsewhere, giving me a little privacy.
As I was walking over to the shower to rinse off Chris shouted, "OH
MY GOD MATT! I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A LARGE. . . . ." Making
me turn to Chris and everyone else to look at me. "SPIDER ON THE
WALL."
Pleased that everyone reacted
as he wanted, Chris grinned at me.
Smiling at Chris's prank
and shaking my head, I said, "I have heard you were the joker of
the group, now I know firsthand it's true." Springing
at Chris, I picked him up and tossed him in the swimming pool, which is
50 degrees cooler than the hot tub.
As I was watching Chris come
to the surface, coughing up water, I did not see Justin and Joey come up
behind me, picking me up and tossing me in the pool. As I went
flying into the pool, I managed to grab Joey's arm and pulled him in with
me. When I came to the surface the three remaining guys jumped in
doing cannon balls. Before the water settled, I was half way across
the pool and treading water in the deep end.
"Where is Matt?" Justin asked
looking around.
"There he is," JC says pointing
at me.
" Let's get him," Chris urges
everyone.
"Hey, five against one is
not fair," protests Joey.
"Then you can be on Matt's
side," Justin said as he dunked Joey.
Breaking free, Joey headed
for the deep end of the pool. Everyone's attention was on Joey, a
mistake. You see when I was a little kid, I would spend my summers
here with Aunt Mary and Uncle George. I spent most of my free
time in the pool, swum like a fish and Uncle George swore I must have gills.
Taking several deep breaths, I slipped under the surface and began my attack.
Joey had managed to stay out of reach of the others and was headed across
the deep end. Coming up below Lance, I grabbed his right foot and
pulled him under. Not being prepared for a dunking, Lance struggled
to get back to the surface but not before I accomplished my goal.
Releasing Lance I headed for Justin who was about to dunk Joey again.
Pulling him under it only took seconds to do what was needed. As
Justin broke the surface next to Joey, Joe took a deep breath, certain
Justin was about to dunk him. Instead, I pulled him under and dragged
him to the side of the pool, surfacing in a shadow. I placed my hand
over Joe's mouth to keep him from making any noise. "You all right?"
I whispered.
"Yeah, where did you come
from?" Joe whispered.
"Here, hold these," I said
as I handed Joe two swimsuits, With a grin I added, "Be right back,
I have two more to collect."
As I slipped under the surface,
Joey could clearly see his four friends treading water, searching for some
sign of Matt and himself. Chris was pulled under and reappeared a
few seconds later splashing and sputtering. As soon as Chris broke
the surface, JC went under.
I surfaced a minute later
next to Joey, my mission accomplished. Holding up the last two swimsuits,
I tossed them out of the pool. Joey grinned and tossed the two he
was holding, out of the pool also.
"Now we are almost on equal
footing," I whispered. "Except for one."
Grinning, Joey said, "Wait!
You don't have to dunk me to get it. Here," offering me his
swimsuit.
Taking the offered suit,
I hurled it at the wall where it hit the door to the pool with a loud splat.
All heads turned to the sound
and spotted Joey and Matt at the pools edge. "There they are,"
Justin said.
"And there go our swimsuits,"
Lance added with a chuckle.
"Shit! Were did Matt go now?"
Chris said nervously.
"I'm right behind you," I
said with a grin.
"Damn, boy. I never
seen anyone move through the water as fast as you do. You must be
part dolphin," said Chris.
Just then, the door opened
and the biggest man I have ever seen stood there. He was so big he
almost blocked out all the light from the hall. "Is everything all
right in here?" he asked.
I sank lower in the water
with only my eyes and the top of my head above water.
"Yeah, we are fine, just
screwing around," JC shouted back.
"Ok, I'll be nearby if you
need anything," he said.
Getting an evil idea, I slipped
under the surface to bob up seconds later bottom up. I quickly felt
hands on my butt pushing me back under the water. Righting myself
I break the surface in time to see the guy at the door shaking his head
and calling out, "Joey, your butt is looking better, it has helped
staying away from the Twinkies."
The door closed and everyone
turned to me laughing. "Man you are insane," Justin said.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"That was Buba, our body
guard," said Joey as he joined us. "And he now thinks I mooned him."
"If he gives you any grief
just drop your pants and he will see he was mistaken," I injected.
From the direction on the
weight room a phone could be heard ringing.
"What's that?" Lance asked.
"My phone," I said as I swum
to the edge of the pool.
As I got out of the pool,
the others were right behind.
Snatching my robe from a
lounge chair, I headed for my apartment. As I enter my apartment,
I turn back to my dripping new friends. "You'll find towels on the
shelf by the door," I said over my shoulder.
Tying my robe shut, I picked
up the phone. "Hello. Jess! What's wrong? Jess,
stop crying and tell me what's wrong."
The guys came into
the living room after quickly drying off and slipping into their robes.
"Jess, you had it with you
when you got into the car. It still must be in the car," I told my
hysterical niece. "Just calm down. I will look for it in the morning.
If it's not there you can have mine. Now go back to bed. Good
night, Jess, I love you too."
Hanging up I turned to find
five questioning looks. "That was my niece, Jessica. She has
misplaced her tour program. I'm sure she left it in my car."
"Jessica is a fan also?"
asked Joey.
"Yeah, she's a fan.
I drove her and two of her friends to the concert. Her dad got her
tickets for her thirteenth birthday," I answered.
"When was her Birthday?"
Justin asked.
"It's today, August 2 nd."
"Who's her favorite *NSYNC?"
Justin asked with confidence.
Laughing at Justin's confidence,
I had to burst his bubble. "Lance is her favorite. Let's
see how does she put it. `His eyes are
so dreamy you just get lost in them.' She usually sighs
and goes catatonic for about ten minutes."
The expression on Justin's
face was priceless, I just wish I had a camera. He just couldn't
believe anyone would pick anybody other than him.
We all had a good laugh at
Justin's expense. Trying to get the attention off Justin, I went
to the door and picked up six pair of shorts. "Here, you may
feel more comfortable without a draft on your bottom. They should
fit,
the bean poles will just have to pull the strings tighter."
"Thanks Matt, how do we get
these back to you?" asked JC.
"Just leave them in your
room. The staff is use to finding my stuff around the place,"
I said, suddenly realizing how it sounded. "That really didn't
sound right."
Laughing, Joey said, "That's
all right Matt. I think we know what you meant."
"Anyone want a soda before
we watch your concert?" I asked.
"Yeah, what do you got,"
asked Chris.
"Coke, Pepsi, Root Beer,
Dr. Pepper, Orange and Strawberry soda." I answered.
"Two Coke's, one Dr. Pepper,
one Strawberry and a Root Beer," Lance answered for everyone.
Getting
one of the copies of the HBO special from my suitcase, I went back into
the living room. I noticed Joey and Justin looking over my computer
setup. They were talking softly between themselves as I came in with
the drinks and the video.
"Matt you must really be
into computers, two lap tops and a desktop," Joey observed.
"It's worse than that.
I also have a desktop in Springfield. I travel with the two
laptops. One is strictly for work, and the other is my personal
one," I replied.
Everyone gathered around
the TV as inserted the video. I fast forwarded through the
opening and stopped at the first number. "Ok, everybody ready?"
I asked. Everyone nodded. I pushed the play button and put the remote
down in front of JC.
I didn't watch the video,
but instead I watched the faces of the guys of NSYNC. Smiles quickly
faded to sour expressions. Before the first number ended, JC picked
up the remote and fast forwarded a couple numbers.
"Shit, we sound awful," JC
said with disgust as he turned off the video.
Lance, who's face had turned
red with anger asked, "Matt, can we have that tape?"
"Sure it's yours," I answered.
"We can use it against HBO,
they did not live up to the contract," Lance said.
"It would be neat if you
could use it to get another special, maybe a Christmas Special,"
I said hopefully.
Smiles returned to their
faces as everyone looked at Justin.
"See I told you, our fans
want to see a Christmas Special," Justin said smugly.
"I take it you're the only
one that wants a Christmas Special?" I asked.
"I'm the only one who wants
to do it using only Christmas music. The big shots want us
to do stuff from out new album and Christmas songs," Justin
said.
"There are a few ballads
from both albums that would work. But the stuff from your Christmas
album should be more than enough. Especially if you do Christmas
hymns a cappella. No one can touch your sound," I pointed out.
A smile grew across Joey's
face as he shook his head. "Matt, being around you is like a ride
on a roller coaster. Every time you take us down, you pull us back up."
"I'm not sure if that is
good or bad?" I asked.
"It's good. Your fun
to be around and you've been honest with us. Something we're not
getting from our own staff." Justin said with a smile.
"Matt, can we have your e-mail?
Our management may want to get in touch with you," asked Joey.
"Sure, let me give you one
of my business cards," I said as I went to my desk. Turning
the card over, I jotted down my other e-mail address.
I handed the card to Joey
and he read it. "Matthew J. Morgan, Illinois Department of Revenue,
Casino Audit."
Laughing softly, I told them,
"It sounds more important than it really is. I'm basically
an accountant. The e-mail on the front is my business address.
The one on the back is my personal address. I check that one
daily."
Joey turned the card over
and read the address then looked up at me. Handing the card
to Justin, who took a look then passed it on down the line.
With a big yawn, Joey said,
"It's getting real late, I think we should head back to our rooms."
"Yeah, It's been a long day.
Matt, thanks for the sodas and the video," said Chris as everyone
got up to leave.
"It's been nice meeting you
all in person. And thanks for a great show tonight," I said
as I walked them to the door.
"Sorry about all the wet
towels," JC said.
"It comes with the pool.
What time do you all have to leave?" I asked.
"Noon. Our flight is
at two," answered Justin.
"How about you come by around
eleven, I'll make brunch." I offered.
Everyone smiled at my suggestion.
"That would be great. We'll see you at eleven. Good night
Matt," said Joey.
.
Standing
in front of the elevator, the five friends were discussing what had just
happened.
"I tell you he's the one,"
insisted Justin.
"How can you be certain?"
asked JC.
"The e-mail he gave us tonight
is the same one on his story," said Lance.
Joey added, "When Justin
and I was checking out his computer he had the same icon on his screen
that appears on the web site."
"You know anyone can lift
any graphic from any web site," JC pointed out.
"But two of the icons were
labeled part 21 and part 22," Justin said.
"So?" JC asked.
"JC there has only been 20
parts posted to the story. Matt has got to be James," insisted
Joey.
"Well what do you want to
do? If we all go and confront him it will scare the shit out
of him and he will deny it. Anyway I'm too tired to deal with
this now," said JC.
"You're right," Joey agreed.
"I'll go talk to Matt alone. See what I can find out."
"Sounds good," said Chris.
"Let us know how it went in the morning."
The elevator door opened
and four of the guys stepped aboard. Joey returned to the pool
to talk to Matt.
I
was putting the last of the wet towels into the wet towel bin when the
door to the pool opened and Joey came over to me.
"Hey, Joe. Forget something?"
I asked.
"No, but I do have a question,"
"What is it?"
"Who is Not an Angel?"
Joe asked.
"Oh shit," was all I could
say as I slowly backed away from Joey. If he planed to beat
the shit out of me I wanted room to escape.
Seeing the fear in my eyes
Joey quickly said, "Matt, I'm a fan of your story.
But Angel has me stumped. I don't know who she is."
"You're a fan?" I asked.
"Yeah, we all are," Joey
stated causally.
Visually relaxing I shook
my head. "I can't believe all you guys have read my little
story. How did you know?"
'We recognized your e-mail.
Midwestjames gave it away."
"Oh, I guess that was not
very smart," I said as I sat on one of the plastic pool chairs.
"I never imagined any of you guys would ever read it."
Joey took the seat next to
me. "I was the first to find your story. I was surfing
the web one night and I came across it. You had only posted
the first three parts and I was hooked right away. Two weeks
later we got a report from out PR rep listing the stories about us on the
web. They want us to be aware of the sick stuff out on the
web. My New Life was flagged."
"Oh great, I made the sicko
list,"
Laughing at my reaction,
he replied, "No, Matt. You made a different list. A very
short list of positive stories about us. I think everyone checked
it out that day. A couple days later we were in rehearsal and
we hadn't had a break in hours. Chris needed to go bad and
he was dancing around trying to hold it in. We all saw him
and we broke up laughing at him remembering the story of Chris and
the outhouse in your story. Since we realized we were all laughing
about the same thing we started to talk about the story. You're
story has become one of our favorites."
Still a little stunned a
terrible thought came to me. "Lance must hate me, especially
after the last chapter."
"No he wasn't upset.
I think you made his day. You gave him a little more than actually
exists," Joey chuckled. After a few moments of silence he asked,
"Matt, why haven't you asked me the big question?"
"If anyone is gay?"
"Yes," said Joey.
"That would be getting too
personal. I've just met you and you don't know me. Besides
knowing might influence how I write my story."
'Matt, are you?"
"Gay. Yes Joe I'm gay,"
I admitted.
"Are you seeing anyone?"
Joey asked nervously.
"No, not at this time,"
I answered.
Looking at me with hope filled
eyes, Joey asked, "Can I spend the night with you?"
"Joey, I'm flattered that
you would want to be with me. But. . . "
"You'd rather be with Lance.
I've read the story. You're in love with him." Joey snapped as he
got out of his chair and headed for the door.
Going after Joey I grab his
arm and spin him around facing me. "Joe if you would let me finish,
I was going to tell you I don't want to be a one-night-stand. I would
rather we get to know each other as friends. And see where it takes
us."
"I just thought you had a
thing for Lance," Joe said softly as a single tear ran down
his cheek.
Reaching over I wipe the
tear off Joe's cheek. "Joey, Joey. Marc has a thing for
Lance. But I am not Marc. You need to remember that what I've
written in the story is not real," I reminded him. Then leaning
in, I give Joey a soft kiss on the lips. "In the real world
I have a thing for you."
"You do? Joe asked with a
shy smile.
"Yeah, I've been drawn to
you since I saw your Disney concert on TV," I told Joey.
"Wow!" Joey whispers.
As a frown spreads across his face he asks, "But why me and not. . ."
"Justin or Lance or JC,"
I finish his thought. Taking Joe's hand, I answer, "All three are
cute, but Justin is too young for one. The others are just
not my type."
"And I'm your type?"
he asks.
"Yeah, you're a teddy
bear, someone I could cuddle up to," I told Joe as the blush rose in my
face. "You're the kind of guy I would want to have as a best friend."
Joey pulls me into a hug.
"Thank you, Matt, I'd like to have you as a friend too. And
knowing how you feel, makes it that much more special."
Standing in the dim light
of the pool, holding each other, I finally ask, "Joe, how much are you
going to tell the others?"
"Since they realize who you
are, I will just confirm that you are James," Joe pulls back to look
into my eyes. "Matt, where does James come from?"
Smiling, "James is my middle
name." I answer. "And what about us?"
"Only that I like you and
that I think you'd make a great friend." Joe said while smiling at me.
"And I think I should get up to my room."
"Yeah it's been a exciting
day for both of us. I'll see you at brunch." I said as I started
to break our embrace.
"Well have a good night,"
Joe said as he leans in and gave me a parting kiss.
The
next morning I was up at ten and made a quick trip to the mini mart for
fresh breakfast fixings. At quarter to eleven I opened
the pool door so the guys could get in.
"Matt! You home?" shouted
Joey.
"I'm in the kitchen.
Make yourself at home," I called back.
Joey came into the kitchen
smiling. "Need any help?"
"No, I have everything under
control. How did you sleep?" I asked.
"Not too well.
And you?"
"About the same,." I answered
with a slight smile.
Lance walked into the kitchen,
"Joey, you need to go sign Jessica's program book. The rest
of us have already signed it."
Joey went to sign the book
leaving Lance in the kitchen with me. When I looked up I saw Lance
studying me. "Lance, I'm sorry."
"Sorry about what?"
Lance asked not understanding.
"If any part of my story
offends you."
"Matt, relax, I enjoy
your story. I understand it's fiction," Lance said.
Brunch
turned out good, everyone kept pumping me for information about where
the story was headed. But I would not let anything slip.
It was nearly time for them
to leave when the phone rang. I looked at the caller ID.
"Ah, it's Jess. Calling about her program."
"Matt can you put her on
speakerphone We have a birthday gift for her," asked
JC.
"Sure." I said as I moved
the phone to the table.
"Good morning, Jess."
"Uncle Matt, how did you
know it was me?"
"Just a lucky guess."
"Did you find my program?"
"I think so, did your program
have the autographed photos of *NSYNC?"
"No, I didn't have enough
money for the photos."
"Well it must be yours; this
picture says `To Jessica my number one fan Justin Timberlake.'"
"Uncle Matt, you're not going
to fool me with a fake autograph."
"Fake! This doesn't look
like a fake to me. Chris, does this look like Justin's signature
or not?"
"Yeah, it sure looks like
Justin's. JC, man, this is Justin's chicken scratching isn't
it?"
"Yeah, I think so.
Lance, you know Justin's signature the best. Is this Justin's."
"It sure is, I saw him sign
it myself."
"Oh! my! god! It's
really you. It's Lance!" Jess shouted excitedly before
she started to squeal.
"Jessica, this is Justin.
Your Uncle Matt told us today is your birthday. And we wanted
to give you a little gift."
I sat there watching the
guys as they sang Happy Birthday to my niece. Then each one took
the phone and privately wished her Happy Birthday. Lance was the
last to talk to Jess and he spent extra time with her.
Buba came to the door, and
lightly knocked. "Guy's it's time to go."
I walked them out to the
waiting limo. Saying good bye to each I received a hug.
As Lance was about to get into the limo he turned to me. "Matt,
I have something special for Jessica." He removed his tour
jacket and handed it to me.
"She is going to love it.
Thanks, Lance," I said.
Everyone got into the limo
and it pulled out heading for the airport. I waved as they
turned onto the road. Turning around, I saw William standing at the
door smiling at me.
"You know, if I would have
found out that *NSYNC was staying here and no one told me.
You would be a dead man." I said shaking my finger at him.
"Matt, how was the hot tub
last night?" William asked with a smirk.
"Did you set that up?" I
asked.
"Who me? All I did
is suggest to them the hot tub might help them relax." said William
as he turned and went back to the front desk.
Going
back to my apartment I placed Lance's tour jacket on top of Jessica's
program and photos. Taking a stack of dirty dishes to
the sink, I spotted folded on the counter a *NSYNC tour jacket.
I pick it up and saw the name Joey on it. And sticking out
of a pocket was a note. Reading it I smile and put the jacket
on. Going to my computer I log on to my instant messenger and
begin to type.
You are invited by James
to chat:
Viking: Got your note
and gift. Thank you so very much. I understand you can
not give out your e-mail. I will set up a account for you.
I will have all the information for you tonight. Give me a buzz later.
I should be back from Jesse's party about nine my time. Till
then. Be safe. Your special friend. James
I smiled at the message
then clicked the send button.
It could have happened
that way.
Couldn't it?
James
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