Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2005 02:07:07 +0000 From: Taylor Quest Subject: The Day the Earth Moved Chapter 1 DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. The plot and actions herein are entirely fictional with no basis on actual events. This story is for pure entertainment purposes only and does not suggest the actual sexuality of any or all characters involved. This story contains sexual situations between consenting males. If this is not legal in your area, don't read it. The Day the Earth Moved By Taylor W. Quest Chapter 1 It was about six am in the morning when my flight arrived at the Los Angeles International Airport. I was extremely exhausted from the flight I had taken earlier that morning from my home in Miami Florida. It was a Friday and this was going to be the best weekend of my life, and the worst. -- I had been listening to my local radio station when I heard that Hanson had just started their US tour. They had just come out with a new album, with a new sound and image. This was something I couldn't pass up, especially after finding out that they wouldn't be playing anywhere near Miami. Besides I had always wanted to go to California. I had called sick for work that weekend, told them I had come down with a cold, hell the flu had been going around all month. At first I thought about all the teenies I'd have to put up with, I mean who can stand teenie boppers? Ok sure we all have our moments where we feel like one inside, but that doesn't mean we vocalize it, right? I had called up that Thursday afternoon to a friend in Los Angeles and she had mentioned that she was going and she had backstage passes. Ok so I was extremely jealous of her. At first my thought was to call Ticketmaster. No luck there, seriously, those people don't give a rats ass if you get tickets, even more so when they hear it's Hanson. Well it became obvious that the concert in Los Angeles was sold out. Figuring there would be some sort of internet sale I logged on and went to the Official Hanson site. I thought maybe since they were going to be in LA there might be some hints or clues as to where they might be doing press conferences or radio gigs. I mean shit, if I can't see them perform live, why not see them do a meet and greet? Right? KBIG was having a Hanson 'listener appreciation' concert out side the Beverly Hills Hotel. Of all places, you'd think that such a ritzy place wouldn't have anything to do with Hanson. Ok so the guys are cool, their sound is changing and such, but come one, everyone thinks they still sing MmmBop. Anyway, all you had to do was win tickets by being the one hundredth caller to correctly answer any question about Hanson that the DJ asked you. How lame could it get? Ok, ok lame true, but I was beginning to think it was pretty cool because as lame as it sounded I was convinced I could answer just about anything there was to know. Yet again I had to confess, at least to myself that I was verging on being a total teenie. I had in my collection thirty two books on Taylor, Isaac and Zac. Some I ordered from out of country shops in the UK and Europe. Some I got from my local shops. Most of them had repeated information, but each one did have something different in them. I winced as I actually thought about all the crap I had on Hanson and swore I'd never admit it if anyone actually confronted me on it. Chuckling to myself I called up Delta and found that they had an opening in the coach class of their next fight out early Friday morning that was headed directly to LA. This was my chance, I grabbed my nearly maxed Visa from my pocket and gave them my account number. The round trip ticket was just over one thousand dollars. You bet your ass I gasped when she quoted the price. Her having put me on hold made it even worse. The anticipation was terrible. I held my breath, praying that all the little twenty five and fifty dollar deposits on my account had paid enough of the debt off to allow the flight fee to go through. The disgusting hold music didn't help matters either. My stomach was already queasy from the idea of getting to at least see Taylor in person. It didn't help matters when a really crummy remake of "Karma Chameleon" came on sung by some tone deaf artist no one had heard of, nor should. I nearly lost my cookies when the sales attendant clicked back on. "Mr. Quest, I'm sorry to inform you," she began as I nearly groaned out loud. "I'm sorry to inform you that the seat in coach is no longer available, but we do have one open in first class, I could try and get you that seat at the same price, would you like me to check," she asked happily. "YES PLEASE," I nearly screamed at her. "Um yeah I'd appreciate that, thanks," I tried not to yell into the phone. The music came back on and I grimaced. "Fuck, I should get something for sitting through this music alone," I thought to myself as the song droned on. The music clicked off again. "I'll need to verify a few more things before I can process your request, your name address and account number as it appears on the card," she asked. "Sure," I replied as I began to read it off the card I was holding. This was making me nervous. I wasn't committing fraud or anything, and it had never taken this long to process. "Mr. Quest, your order has been processed and your tickets are available for you at the Delta desk, make sure you arrive at least an hour in advance with two forms of identification..." she rambled on. I breathed a sigh of relief that it went through. After hanging up I decided to call up the automated account center for my credit card and check the balance. Shockingly I had a credit upgrade without even getting a notice. "That explains a lot," I thought to myself. With the situation taken care of I suddenly felt the urge to scream. "I'm going to meet Taylor Hanson," I screamed as I jumped up and down in the middle of my one room apartment. Suddenly realizing what a dork I must have been acting like I stopped and glanced around almost expecting a candid camera. I shrugged it off. Besides I had yet to book my hotel or get tickets. I figured I'd work out those details later. At least I was going to California, I laughed. All my friends knew I had a crush on him. There were about three posters of him alone that I had a local poster shop print up for me from some negatives that I had bought plus a bunch of other entertainment memorabilia. My one room apartment, while small was quite unique. Even though it was only one room it was pretty large. I guess to make up for it being one room they made it bigger. There were diving walls that didn't connect to anything. Like the kitchen wall and the bathroom and shower walls. But scattered around were neat photos and posters. Besides the Taylor, and random movie posters were autographed photos of celebrities I had found some awesome furniture in the past two years. Which helped make the place pretty neat. I really was thrilled, even if all I got to do was get a few seconds to shake his hand. Now if I was really lucky I would be able to add a photo of me with Taylor to my collection of memorabilia! Yeah, it was official I was slowly becoming a teenie. Just like the Borg, resistance is futile I suppose. -- From the flight indicator screen I had to pickup my baggage on the other end of the airport. So I trudged along, kind of annoyed at how far away my stuff was from my plane. I hadn't gotten more than ten feet when I glanced up and saw a man in a black suit holding a sign with my name on it. "I'm Taylor Quest," I said as I walked up looking a bit confused. "Mr. Quest, my name is Edward Smith I am with the Beverly Hills Hotel, your car is waiting out front, do you have any luggage, if so would you like me to get you a sky cap?" "Sure I guess, I packed light though, shouldn't be too much," I thought to myself. But hey, I paid for it I might as well milk it right? We walked through the airport down to baggage and he got an attendant to collect my luggage, from there I followed him out to the front of the airport where a nice six passenger limo sat waiting for me. "I didn't pay for a limo," I explained suddenly worried about extra charges on my credit card. "Our regular sedans were all booked this is complimentary," he replied. Mr. Smith smiled and opened the door, my baggage was loaded into the trunk and soon after we pulled away. The limo was gorgeous. It had a bar with ice and cokes in it, a small television sat on the other side and there was a CD player above my head. Now this was pretty spiffy. I took this opportunity to pop in 'Middle of Nowhere' CD into the player and blast 'MmmBop.' For some reason I chose that song. It always makes me feel good so what if it's outdated and they sound different since then, it's still a fun song. I opened the moon roof and stuck my head out, 'MmmBop' blasted and the warm California wind whipped at my long brown hair. The sun felt good, after being in an airplane all night the warm breeze and sunlight was great. The smog wasn't as thick yet, it being only a little after seven in the morning. It took a while to get to the Beverly Hills Hotel. We curved and climbed through the hills and soon rolled up in the front of the Beverly Hills hotel. The press was already scattered around the area, I guess since this is celebrity central why not? Right? Besides I doubted it was because Hanson was going to be doing conferences in the next few days. Honestly though, I was curious as to where they were staying. I had remembered hearing that during the filming of the video for "MmmBop" they had an apartment in the Hollywood Hills but I wasn't sure if they still had it. The limo rolled up and I waited to see exactly what was going to happen. Outside the reporters started to gather with their cameras held up. They thought I was some celebrity, boy were they in for a surprise. Mr. Smith opened the door and I got out shattering their hopes and dreams of some scandalous photograph. I walked into the hotel past a mob of reporters and yelling people. Someone was in the hotel, someone of importance, whoop-t-do. I walked up and stood behind a strawberry blond wearing a black pants suit at the counter. "Oh don't mind me, I'm just waiting for my key," she said as she turned around and smiled. I was slightly taken back, she looked strangely familiar. Then she introduced herself. "Hi, my name is Geri," she said with a big smile and shook my hand. Well slap my ass and call me Sally, I was shaking the hand of Geri 'Ginger Spice' Halliwell. I hadn't recognized her out of her... spicy getup. "Oh, hey yeah I know you, used to be 'Ginger'," I said calmly. "Ah ha! You recognized me, congratulations," she said as she leaned in and pecked me on the cheek. "My name is Taylor, Taylor Quest." "Oh Taylor, like the singer," she asked. "Yeah, I'm here to see the concert tomorrow," I replied almost ashamed. "Yeah? Well it's been moved up to this afternoon, they're playing the Hollywood Bowl tomorrow night instead," she said as she pointed out the schedule in her hand. "You're here to see Hanson too," I asked. "Actually no, I've got a lot to do in town in relation to the UN but I'm staying here and I have a day off, so I decided to stop by and catch a show. Look I've gotta run, see you later," she said as she turned around and walked to a door marked stairs. "Geri, that's the stairs," I called out to her. "Yeah I know, I don't use the lift, I use the stairs, besides this is California," she said with a wink. I tried to figure out what she meant but before I could give up and ask her directly the door had closed and she was long gone. I got my room key and was taken up to my room. It was truly a gorgeous one too. I didn't want to imagine the bill that would be waiting for me next month so I just took a deep breath and shrugged it off. After getting settled in I noticed that there was a schedule, along with a large manila envelope sitting on the table in the middle of the entry way. I opened the envelope with the KBIG logo and dumped out the contents. In it was a letter and a laminated tag on a string. It was the all access pass, it had the Hanson logo on it and the words "All Access Pass" and there was a hologram of all three of them on it. They spared no expense huh? On the back there was a barcode and more numbers. I glanced around and jumped as there was a knock at the door to my room. Before I could reply the door opened and the hotel manager entered. "Oh I'm sorry, I wasn't aware you had already arrived, did you happen to see an envelope here," he asked as he looked at the table. "Um, no," I lied as I tucked the contents of my hand behind my back. "I see, well thank you," he began as he left. "What's wrong," I asked wanting to know just a bit more information. "Nothing, it's alright, this room was originally reserved for a contest winner, but apparently the reservation lists got jumbled up, it's perfectly alright, enjoy your stay," he exclaimed as he closed the door. I grinned to myself. Now this was too cool a backstage pass, to see Hanson. I read the letter and it stated that with the pass I wouldn't even need a ticket to their show, that I would be allowed in anywhere on the venue. I looked at the schedule and saw that in five minutes there was to be a press conference right down stairs in the grand ball room. Well for shit sake what was I doing standing there? I took off for the door, putting the pass around my neck, tucking it into my pocket until I needed it. You know, I didn't need that hotel manager suddenly coming back and catching me with it. Right? I trotted out the door and down toward the elevator. I pressed the button and it 'donged' at me. The doors rolled opened and I about dropped my teeth. Taylor, Isaac, Zac and some guy were there. Right there in the frickin' elevator. Color me shocked! The guy looked at me and hit the close door button and the door's started to push shut. I was literally shocked that he had done that right in front of me, but relieved when Taylor put his hand up and set off the sensors and the doors opened again. "Jammer, he's got a pass, we'll be seeing him a lot I would imagine," he said as he smiled at me. I walked into the elevator weak kneed. I was in total shock now. Without even preparing I was standing right there with Hanson. Seeing the three faces I had watched on TV for what seemed like ages, seeing them in person was mind blowing. They looked identical in person. Taylor was even more gorgeous in real life. Ok ok I'm a teenie at heart but for cripes sake I understand why they scream now. "So what's your name," Zac asked with an outstretched hand. "Oh, sorry, it's Taylor," I said as I extended my hand. "No dude, my name is Zac, that's Taylor," he said as he pointed at Taylor. "No, duh I know you're Zac, MY name is Taylor," I said with a snicker. "Oh man, this is going to get confusing," Zac said shaking his head. "Hi, Isaac, nice to meet you," he said as I shook his hand. "Well I think it would be kinda redundant to tell you my name, I mean you already know it," Tay said with a big grin as I shook his hand. Ok, so I always pay attention to the little things people do. If I was reading it right, Taylor was flirting with me. But I was unsure, I mean come on, would he do it right in front of his brothers? So to be cool I didn't make an obvious return of it. But I did notice that when I shook his hand he did hold on to it a bit longer than his brothers had. In fact the elevator door opened to the hallway and he suddenly dropped my hand as if he realized he had been holding it a bit too long. In the hall way it was a bit quieter than I had thought, Ike and Zac started out and the flash bulbs began to pop ahead of them. Just as I was about to watch him walk right out of my life Tay leaned back and whispered to me. "Try to meet me afterwards back up at my room, ok," he asked without waiting for a reply from me. He trotted off and rounded the corner where flashes of light burst out. I was dazed, had he just asked me to meet him back at his room? I was positive I had heard him wrong, right? I walked up behind them as they went in. A guard looked like he was about to push me back and I flashed my pass at him, he backed off. I laughed to myself, I had always wanted to do that. They ran the usual press gamut. Same old questions, some new ones about the tour and what song's they would play. That sort of thing. I watched as Tay looked across the crowd, he looked like he was looking for someone. Then our eyes met and he smiled. I smiled back and took the last sip from the Dr. Pepper I had picked up from an ice tray. He looked a bit envious? I wasn't sure but he appeared to be jealous of me for a moment. I laughed quietly to myself when I realized he must have wanted a Dr. Pepper himself. I went out to the restaurant connected to the side of the building and got two bottles and headed back to the ball room. The conference was over but all it took was one glance to tell it would have been impossible to make it through the crowd to see him. It was then I remembered what he had said and I found myself staggering again. After getting my head straight I walked to the back hall and went up to my floor. It was then I remembered that I didn't know where their room was. A short lady with brown hair wearing a pass similar to mine walked past me with a head set on talking to someone. I decided to take a chance. "Hey, Tay wants these in his room, I just got back and heard they had changed rooms or something, the hotel said the room reservations or something were jumbled, a computer glitch or something," I said like I knew what I was doing. "Oh no he's still in room thirty six thirty one," she said as she looked at me for a second then went back over her head set about something as she walked away. Thirty six thirty one was one floor up! For a moment I was proud that I had worked a way to find out what room he was in. Then I realized I was wearing an all access pass and all the air went out of my big 'Proud' balloon. I got in the elevator and went up. The hall was empty, and there was no noise whatsoever. I walked down to the right and passed two rooms before I got to the door marked thirty six thirty one. It was quiet, I stopped for a second before I knocked. There was no answer, I thought I had head a noise inside, it sounded like a moan or a grunt. I wasn't sure. I knocked again. I heard a voice in the distance. It sounded a bit pained, or out of breath. Just my luck he had diarrhea or was constipated and I had caught him at a bad time. Or even worse I had woken up his mom, it didn't cross my mind that it would have been really weird if his mom was sleeping in the room. "I'll be right there, damn we still have thirty minutes," I recognized Taylor's voice and scrambled to keep from dropping the bottles. Soon the door rattled open and Taylor peeked his head out. His cheeks flushed, sweat on his upper lip. "Oh Taylor hey, uh gimme a second," he said with a smile when he saw me and pushed the door shut again. A moment later he opened the door up. He still looked flushed, and he was sweating slightly. I almost ventured to guess what he had been doing, far from thoughts of constipation, but as he began to speak every coherent thought in my head vanished. Which is what I bet plagues teenies all the time. "You wanna come in for a little bit and chill?" "Um dude, are you sure it's ok, I mean this is your hotel room, don't you think," I asked thinking of how it might look to someone else. "Oh, well I was going to walk down to the pool," he continued as he stepped into the hallway. "Oh you brought Dr. Pepper, " he said a bit surprised. "Spit in it," he asked with a smirk. "Well I don't see how, unless I was there when it was bottled, it's unopened see?" He giggled, he actually giggled and closed the door behind him. "So how did you manage to get the pass," he asked as he took the Dr. Pepper. I noticed that his hand lightly brushed over mine when he did this but I didn't see him make any indications further. "Actually I shouldn't admit it but my room got mixed up with some contest winner and I hid the pass in my pocket when the hotel manager came looking for it," I said scratching my head as we got onto the elevator. My thought process was starting to work again when I realized what a dumbass I was for actually admitting to what I had done. He grinned at me. "Smart move," he smiled. He punched the button for main floor and the elevator started with a jerk. Both of us looked up at the lights above us. We were both kind of taken back by the jolt. The elevator car rocked slightly as it continued down ward. Taylor looked at me with a worried expression. "Dude, it's ok just the elevator, see, were only one floor up-" I started as the entire car lurched downward under us slamming six feet to the bottom. When we landed both of us hit the floor. "Now I know why Geri doesn't ride elevators," I exclaimed as I grabbed my ass and started to help Tay up, who had dumped his soda on the floor. It was then that suddenly it happened. . . everything started to tremble and jerk beneath us. Chapter 2 coming soon! For more on this story and others be sure to visit: http://www.tangibledreams.net/tribute