Lance
The black limo pulled away from the curb of my three story home. I sighed and shut the heavy oak door that would inclose me in my home for the next 2 months. I took in a deep breath as I turned around to see the peace in my own home.
vacation... finally
Two whole months without photo shoots, interviews, conferences, appearances, concerts, or publicity in general. And though I probably had a staked out news crew in my back yard, nothing could consern me. Nothing at all.
My mind was immediately back on a normal track, and about an hour after settling in I found myself dancing around the house in my boxers to my Garth Brooks, Sevens cd.
"I was feeling the blues and watching the news when this fella came on tv..."
I sang at the top of my lungs and for once in a long time it felt good. Though my thick deep vocals clashed with Garth's I did not give a damn.
I swung myself up into my bedroom with a cold Budweiser from the refrigerator and danced my way to the lightswitch.
"He said I'm tellin' you That science has proved That heartaches are cured by the sea"
The cold beer flowed down my throat like the sweet release I had been waiting almost a year for. And even without being near drunk I could feel myself losen up.
I switched on the light to reveal my homey room. The walls were plain white with nothing special on them. A ceiling to floor fireplace was placed in the corner across from the bureau. And there in the center was the bed that had been calling me for so long to just fall into it.
"That got me goin' Without even knowin' I packed right up and drove down"
I swirled my hips with the music as I swung myself in little circles to my bed.
"Now I'm on a roll And I swear to my soul Tonight I'm gonna paint this town"
I opened my eyes again to look at my bed that was covered with stuffed animals and fan mail.
"Nice shelf." I muttered and slid them to the end of the bed and lowered myself on to it.
"So bring me two pina coladas I need one for each hand let's set sail with Captain Morgan and never leave dry land!"
I brought the cool beer to my lips and peered up over the bottle at the letters on the bed. It had been a while since I had read fan mail. I had never had time, and it had never seemed important. But now sitting there I realized all the time I would have to myself now.
I slid down to the bottom of the bed and grabbed a handful of letters. I knew what most of the them would say.
I love you Lance... we were made for each other!
or...
Lance god you are so hott, all my friends think JRT is the hottest but you really are!
or the classic,
MARRY ME LANCE!
I had to laugh, mainly because of the fact that these letters were written in messy handwriting from ten year olds who had not even hit puberty and had no idea exactly what "I want to have all you children" indicated.
Reguardless of the immaturity of the authors of the letters, it was fun to read them.
I picked up a pink teddy bear that had a letter attached and took a swing of my beer.
"To Lance Bass" I read the cover of the letter and still humming "Two Pina Coladas" to myself riped it open.
The letter smelled of perfume and I almost choked on the smell. Taking another sip I unfolded the letter,
Dear Lance, I love you so much! My birthday is on yours and I have a sister too. We are so much alike. I love you so much and hope you reply!
So I was not wrong with my first fan letter prediction. I glanced at the stack of the other letters in hopes that I touched more in people's lives then their 7 year old daughters.
I sat the letter aside and picked up the next letter. There was nothing special on it, but it was unordinary that it had my home address on it. Fans usually sent it through the *NSYNC fan club. I shrugged and ripped open the envelope.
I swallowed the last gulp of my beer as I started to read the letter.
Lance,
I know this is rude, to tell you this through a letter and not first hand. But I need to make you understand some things I know I could not tell you in person. I have meet someone here at college. And I know this may seem crazy but I think I'm in love. And I just don't want to pretend that the last two years were not the best I've ever had. But, I can't go on with you always being so far away. And I think we'll both be better off this way.
You'll always be my first, Danielle
I stared down at the letter in shock. It had come so suddenly. That the girl who for the last two years I had been seeing so seriously had just broken it off. I sat there in disbelief. This was crazy! And her excuse was that it was because I was not around enough. What was I supposed to do? I was in a traveling boy band for god's sake!
I had fans to please.......