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TO: OrlandoBlueEyes@hotmail.com
FROM: TennesseeCurly@aol.com
Nick,
Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. How are
things with you? I guess you're doing those state fairs or whatever right
now. Are the girls screaming for you
yet? Do they know your name?
We have a little gig down here tomorrow...nothing
big, just at the theme park. But it's
exposure...better than playing parking lots and malls!
I ran into this girl I used to know on the MMC...her
name's Britney. She's cute, talks a
lot.
Justin
TO: TennesseeCurly@aol.com
FROM: OrlandoBlueEyes@hotmail.com
J...
Hey buddy how r u?
I'm fine. Yeah, we're doing the
state fair thing. It's kinda dorky...I
don't really get it, but it's something.
They're starting to hold up signs with our names on them. I saw three last night asking me to marry
them! Uh, hello, too young here!
I remember that Britney girl from the TV show.
Isn't she a lot younger than you?
Nick
TO: TennesseeCurly@aol.com
FROM: OrlandoBlueEyes@hotmail.com
Hey J...
I haven't heard from you in almost a week. Everything okay? They're starting to talk arena tours for us...can you believe it?
Nick
TO: OrlandoBlueEyes@hotmail.com
FROM: TennesseeCurly@aol.com
Nick,
Sorry I didn't write before now. Everything's fine with me, but otherwise
it's pure hell. Lance just got out of
the hospital. Some problem with his heart?
He's okay now, but it was so damn scary...and Lou was such a fucking
dickhead about it. I know I shouldn't
say that about him, but it's true. We
ended up having to perform anyway...Lou said we could go on without Lance, that
we were just fine without him. Not many
people know this, but Lou and management wanted to get rid of Lance a little
while ago. They said that he couldn't
dance, he looked like a girl, and he would only bring us down. But we fought back and kept Lance in.
I like Lance, Nick. I like Lance a lot. He's kinda weird...likes reading and
studying and stuff, LOVES to read about space, but he reminds me of home, and
he's close to my age. We talk about
stuff...and we help each other. I help him with dancing, and he helps me with
my homework. I was so scared when he
was in the hospital. And what Lou said
was wrong. He said it would be fine
without him. It wasn't. There was no
low voice, and we sounded weak and fake. And I just...missed him. Thank God
he's okay. So, anyway, that's why I
didn't write before.
How are you?
J
"How
are you feeling, Lance?" Joey asked Lance anxiously. Lance gave him a tired grin as he toweled
off his head.
"Tired
but good. It felt really good."
"It's
great to have you back," JC told Lance.
"Really, man."
"Too
bad you can't go out with us tonight and celebrate," Chris said, dancing
around the dressing room. "We'll
just have to celebrate for you."
"Three
more years," Lance sulked, kicking at the leg of his chair.
"Hey,
Lance, there's a present for you here," Joey observed as he grabbed an
apple from a fruit basket. He pointed
to a small package wrapped in plain brown paper.
"Really?" Lance looked up with interest. Justin silently picked it up and handed it
to him, pausing for a moment as he read the handwriting on the top. He knew that handwriting.
"What
is it?" Joey asked.
"It
says, 'To Lance...hope you're feeling better.
When you need some rest, read me.'
Hmm..." Lance said, tearing open the paper. "Oh, cool!" Lance read the back of the book. "The Right Stuff! I love this book...my copy's about falling
apart! But..." Lance looked
around. "Which one of you did this?"
They
all shook their heads, though Justin had to smile. It was so nice of Nick to send Lance a gift. "Someone who knows about your love of
space did it, Lance," Justin said.
"It's cool."
"Yeah,
it is." Lance continued to flip
through the book as he picked up his duffel.
Joey picked up his duffel and Lance.
"Let's
roll!" Joey yelled, jogging
towards the waiting vans. Lance giggled
over his shoulder.
TO: OrlandoBlueEyes@hotmail.com
FROM: TennesseeCurly@aol.com
Nick...that was so cool, what you did for
Lance. I appreciated it, and so did
he. You're an awesome friend. I'm just sorry we have to hide it. Talk to you soon.
Justin
