Chapter 2
"The only difference that I see is you are exactly the same as you used to be."~The Wallflowers, "The Difference"
"Good! Tell me!" said Lance to Nadine over the phone.
"Don't get all hyper on me," said Nadine. Then she gave Lance the number.
"Nadine, you're a real life saver!"
"Lance, you love her, don't you?"
"Who, Natalie? No...Okay, yes. I still love her more than anything."
"So that's why you were so insistant on getting her number so she could come."
"Nadine, don't say anything."
"I won't, but you do know she's married, don't you?"
"No, I didn't know that," said Lance as his heart sunk.
"Yeah, to Scott Robinson, from 5ive. They're living in London."
"Well then..."
"I'm sorry, Lance."
"It's okay, it's not your fault. Well, I better call Natalie. Do you thing she's gonna wanna bring Scott?"
"Probably. Well, I'll be seeing you."
"Yeah, bye, Nad. And thank you," Lance said and hung up the phone. A little bit nervous, he started dialing Natalie's number. Halfway through dialing, he slammed the phone down on the receiver. He would do it in the morning...
~*~*~
The next morning calling Natalie still seemed like a daunting process, but he had to do it. It was 9:00 a.m. in Oklahoma. It was a 6 hour difference in London, right? That would make it 3:00 p.m. That was a good time. "It's now or never," Lance thought to himself and picked up the phone. This time he was able to dial the whole number. Quite an acomplishment.
~*~*~
Natalie Robinson lay poolside at her mansion just outside of London, England. Wearing an expensive purple bathing suit and designer sunglasses, Natalie relaxed and drank iced tea while working on her tan. Her husband, Scott, was at work at Arista Records, producing the new album for the rock band Blasphemy.
"Miss Natalie, you have a phone call," said the Robinson's butler, Richard, bringing Natalie a cordless phone.
"Thank you, Richard," she said taking the phone. "Hello?"
"Hi, Natalie?" said the person on the other line.
"Who's this?" asked Natalie, not recognizing the voice.
"Lance, Lance Bass. Remember, we met at Hawthorn Mansion six years ago?"
"Yes, I remember you," said Natalie. "How have you been?"
"Pretty good," said Lance. "Hey, I was wondering if you and Scott would wanna come out to the states for a visit? I'm getting the group from Hawthorn back together."
"Really? Where do you live these days?
"Oklahoma."
"Oklahoma? How...quaint," said Natalie with a hint of disgust in her voice. "Yeah, that sounds like fun. I'll put you on the phone with Richard to work out the details."
"Um, okay," said Lance. "I'm looking forward to seeing you."
"Yeah, you too. Here's Richard," Natalie said and handed the phone to her butler.
As Lance worked out the details with Richard, he couldn't help but wonder why Natalie had been so cold to him on the phone. Maybe she had changed...
Chapter 3
The Game Is Over
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