The Convention Elevator

After several restless nights of being excited about the convention, but stressing about the speeches I had to give, and a six-hour drive, all I’m thinking as I get out of my car is checking into the hotel, unpacking maybe and sleeping before dinner. I enter the hotel that’s all decorated with black and blue balloons and ribbons. A large Welcome to The Backstreet Boys Convention banner is hanging from the ceiling centered nicely, which puts a large smile on my face. I check in and make my way to the elevator and the doors are about to close when a short, red haired woman stops the doors from closing and struggles to enter with a large wheeled suitcase, that she seems to have no control over. We both smile at each other as the doors close and she goes to push the twentieths floor that I’ve already pushed.

“Oh! We’re going to the same floor, are you here for the Backstreet Convention?” The Little Woman happily asks, with a very strong southern drawl to her voice.

“Yes I am, and you?” I ask, leaning back against the elevator wall and thinking to my self “Nah, it can’t be, she looks nothing like the pictures, but knowing my luck it probably is. . . “

“Yes! I can’t wait to meet all the nice fans, they’ve been so nice through the years.” The Little Woman says with pride, and a large smile, as I glance over at her still thinking to my self “Why? Of all elevators . . . Mrs. Mother of the Century . . . . . . The Perfect Fan . . . . Mrs. . . .”

“My name is Jackie Littrell, B-Rok’s mom. What’s yours?” Mrs. Littrell asks, bringing me from of my thoughts.

“Damn It! BSB.” I say, and reach out to shake her hand, and she takes a step back in shock, then quickly steps forward and reaches up and slaps me across the face.

“How Dare You! I never!” Mrs. Littrell quickly states in anger, as I take a step back in shock.

“Well lady maybe you should.” I firmly state, as she stands with her hands on her hips.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Mrs. Littrell asks, with a puzzled expression.

“You’re the one that said you never. Maybe if you did then maybe you wouldn’t be so Damned Stressed!” I firmly state, as I take a small step towards her.

“You’re the Smut Writer!” Mrs. Littrell yells out in anger, standing her own ground with confidantes.

“Yes! And you’re the mother of the annoying you sing finger pointing church boy?” I quickly rattle in one continuous breath, as I step back and look up at the lighted numbers, hoping to myself that we reach our floor soon.

“Yes, I have a problem . . .” Mrs. Littrell states.

“I second that!” I quickly agree, interrupting her.

“Don’t interrupt me when I’m speaking.” Mrs. Littrell sternly states, as I again look up at the lights and adjust my backpack on my shoulder praying silently to myself that the doors will hurry and open, so I could get away from the lunatic.

“I would just like to know why?” Mrs. Littrell asks, as the elevator doors open.

“It was nice meeting you.” I force myself to politely say, as I exit the elevator, and she grabs my arm.

“Lady! I don’t know what you’re problem is But! If you don’t take your hands off me!” I angrily state, jerking my arm from her grip, as she begins to cry uncontrollably.

“Don’t cry. . . . . here sit down.” I say in concern, feeling terrible about making her cry, as I help her over to a chair, as she continues to cry uncontrollably.

“I know my Baby Duck, would never sleep with a Reverend.” Mrs. Littrell mumbles, as we both begin searching our handbags for tissues.

“Now I understand.” I say, handing her a tissue, and she wipes her tears then blows her nose very loudly, and I look up and down the hallway, hoping no one comes running from their rooms after the loud noise.

“Look I’m very tired, we have a week, maybe when you’re not so emotionally, we can talk.” I say, glancing at the room numbers on the wall and picking up my suitcase and smile down at her.

“I wanna talk about it now.” Mrs. Littrell pitifully whispers, sadly looking up at me.

“Alright, if you promise you’re not going to strike me again?” I firmly warn, and a little smile comes to her face.

“We can chat while I unpack, then I’m going to take a nap before the tonight’s dinner.” I say with a smile, watching her struggling to get her wheeled suitcase to go in the right direction, and I quickly hand her my backpack and take control of the wheeled suitcase.

“Okay.” Mrs. Littrell says with a few sniffles, as she starts following me down the hall.

“Are you going to sue me for what happened in the elevator?” Mrs. Littrell asks in concern, as we stop in front of my room.

“Depends . . . on how much you get on my nerves this week.” I say, as I’m struggling with the credit card key, that isn’t working.

“Damn It! What ever happened to old fashion keys!” I yell out in frustration, and try the plastic key again and again.

“Here! Let me try.” Mrs. Littrell says, as she quickly grabs the key from my hand, and quickly opens the door.

~~~~~ Chapter Two ~~~~~

I stand and watch in amazement as she opens the door with ease and waves her hand for me to enter.

“Thank you.” I politely say, and enter the room and look around at the little sitting room.

“I hate hotels!” I comment, tossing my handbag in an ugly chair as I make my way over to the desk and place my briefcase down.

“Why?” Mrs. Littrell asks, making herself comfortable on the sofa, as I open the curtains.

“I just do.” I say, walking back over and flopping down in the other ugly chair across from her.

“I thought you were going to unpack?” Mrs. Littrell asks, as I lay my head back and close my eyes.

“I am, don’t rush me.” I state, without moving.

“So, Why does Church upset you so much?” I ask, still making no effort to move.

“You made My Baby Duck sleep with satin, wouldn’t that upset you if you were in my shoes?” Mrs. Littrell asks, as I look up at her.

“No, it’s fiction . . . made up shit from my over active imagination.” I explain, slowly getting up and walking over to the small bar in the corner and looking at my choices of liquors.

“Would you like a drink?” I ask, as she smiles and walks over and looks at the choices.

“What time is it?” Mrs. Littrell asks, as I give her a puzzled look.

“Who cares, I’m on a mini Vacation!” I say, pouring some Seagram’s Extra Dry Gin over ice, as she picks up the bottle of Kentucky Bourbon and gets a smile on her face.

“I guess the hotel thinks it’s a Backstreet Thing.” I comment, sitting back down as she fills a whisky glass with ice and the Kentucky Bourbon, then sits back down on the sofa.

“Do you drink?” I curiously ask, watching her take a small drink then gasp for her breath.

“Yes, it’s just been awhile.” Mrs. Littrell states, and then takes a little bit bigger drink.

“Okay, just if you feel like you’re going to be sick, go to your room.” I sarcastically warn, watching her struggle with another drink.

“Hey, it’s getting better.” Mrs. Littrell proudly states, and then takes another drink.

“I thought you wanted to talk about my writing?” I ask, as she smiles at me.

“Yes I do, I want you to explain yourself.” Mrs. Littrell says, as she starts fanning herself with a brochure from the end stand.

“Now why would I wanna to do that?” I ask, finishing my drink and getting up to fix another.

“Because I asked nicely.” Mrs. Littrell says, with a smile as she holds up her glass for me to refill.

“Excuse me?” I sarcastically ask, glancing over at her holding up her glass.

“It’s your room, and I’m the guest so . . . that makes you the hostess.” Mrs. Littrell says with a giggle, waving the glass again.

“Thanks for the etiquette lesson.” I jokily say, taking her glass and refilling it and then returning.

“So why do you write that stuff?” Mrs. Littrell asks.

“Can I ask a question first?” I curiously ask, as it dawns on me.

“Sure I have nothing to hide.” Mrs. Littrell says.

“How did you come across Church?” I curiously ask.

“I surf the net on occasion.” Mrs. Littrell nonchalantly comments.

“Ooo . . . did you happen to notice when you surfed into Damn It Backstreet Boys Fan Fiction! That page called disclaimer . . . the one that says I have a over active imagination or the part of the statement that says explicit sexual situations.” I say, as she finishes her drink.

“Yes.” Mrs. Littrell says, leaning over and handing me her empty glass, and I down mine and get up and fix us both another drink.

“But why a Reverend?” Mrs. Littrell asks, as I hand her the glass, and sit down on the other end of the sofa.

“I guess . . . . . . I don’t know, why not? I wanted to write about something no one else had before . . . . . . . . . .I love to write . . . . . and just in case you would like to know, my hobby has now become a real paying job, that I love very much.” I defensively explain, as she listens very carefully.

“I don’t understand.” Mrs. Littrell says in a confused tone, as I get up and fix myself another drink, knowing it’s the Gin making this situation to unreal for even my over active imagination to believe.

“I started reading Fan Fiction a long time ago, I’ve always loved to read . . . and write . . . so I started writing fictional stories . . . the first one I wrote is called Vacation. I was urged by family and friends to change something’s . . . like names and places and publish it . . . so I did, and I might add it was on the best sellers list for over a year, I’m working on the sequel. All my books have been best sellers.” I proudly explain.

“Really?” Mrs. Littrell says in surprise.

“I guess you not one of my millions of readers.” I comment getting up and walking over to my suitcase and start digging through it.

“I read the web version, does that count, and I had some trouble with several of those chapters.” Mrs. Littrell admits, as I hand her a copy of Vacation.

“Let me guess Baby Duck doesn’t go parking.” I jokily comment, as I fix both of us another drink and sit back down.

“I hope not, but that wasn’t the chapters, it’s the one with those three people. How can you . . . you know . . . write about stuff like that. ” Mrs. Littrell says, turning red.

“Mrs. Littrell, its Fiction! Believe it or not there is a lot worse out there. Sex between two people or three is a very natural thing that happens a lot. ” I explain, loving how she is blushing.

“Please call me Jackie.” Mrs. Littrell says, as I watch her expression and can tell she is trying to change the subject.

“Okay Jackie, I’m a writer and that’s what I do, I make stuff up so normal people can escape in to a fantasy world, where the bill collectors and ugly pain in the ass mates don’t go with them.” I explain.

“CHEERS!” Jackie yells out, and then downs the rest of her drink.

“Cheers.” I say raising my glass, and then downing the rest of my drink.

~~~~~ Chapter Three ~~~~~

We sit and chat for several hours and have several more drinks. We talk about everything from me being a writer to how life was being a Backstreet mom, too our favorite foods. We notice it’s getting dark outside, but keep on chatting, and the drinks kept getting better tasting. We both agree on that, and that’s about the only thing we agreed on. Both totally fascinated with the other’s life style.

I call room service and order dinner, because we miss The Backstreet Dinner and really both feeling to good to be around a lot of people. Room service informs us it’s about twelve am, much to our surprise.

I try to unpack, and she kept butting in, telling me I was doing it wrong, so I final let her do it. I’ve never seen all my clothes nicely hanging on hangers before, according to the outfit and color. I turn on my laptop and we play The Boys music over and over. It’s almost like a pajama party; tell the night manger shows up.

“Hi!” I say very loudly not meaning too, swinging open the door and two men are standing there.

“Hello, I’m the Night Manger, and we’ve received complaints from the people on the lower floor, that you’re making to much noise. You need to quite down or . . .” The Manger angrily warns.

“We’re Keeping The Backstreet Pride Alive! You wanna dance?” Jackie loudly explains, dancing over to the door to Larger Than Life and interrupting him.

“Mrs. Littrell! Everyone has been looking for you, security has called the police, and your husband and son are very concerned and on their way here!” The Manger excitedly states, as Jackie and I look at each other.

“You’re in trouble.” I comment as we both bust out laughing, as she throws her hands up and flops down on the sofa.

“O Well, I’ve never been in trouble before.” Jackie sarcastically comments, as the manger makes a phone call, and I go over and sit down beside her.

“Maybe you should call your husband and let him know that you’re okay.” I sincerely suggest, glancing over at her and smiling, as she stretches out and props her feet up on the cocktail table.

“Maybe I’ll get lucky and all three of them will show up.” Jackie sarcastically states, and then finishes off her drink and hands me the glass with a smile.

“Like I told you earlier, you need to talk to them, get how you feel out in the open. Tell them that you’re tired of it! Scaring the hell out of them is not the way to do it.” I explain, as I fix us both another drink and sit back down.

“You call them!” Jackie angrily states, taking her drink as the manger walks over with the phone.

“Your husband would like to speak with you.” The Manger says, trying to hand the phone to her, and she gets up and stumbles across the room.

“Tell him . . .and his two sons! That Mom is on Vacation! They don’t . . . . . . . seem. . . . . to need or wanna. . . . . talk to me . . . any other time. . . .” Jackie angrily yells out, then turns up the music, as the manger looks at her then slowly over at me.

“Don’t look at me!” I yell out, as the manger gets an agitated expression.

“Damn It! Give me the damn phone!” I yelled out, standing and he hands me the phone.

“Hello, Jackie is unable to come to the phone, may I take a message?” I sarcastically ask, as the manger gets a more agitated expression.

“Who is this? I would like to talk to my wife?” Mr. Littrell demands in concern on the other end of the phone.

“There’s no need to yell! Jackie is fine; she’s having fun for once! Call back tomorrow if you wish to talk to her personally.” I explain then quickly hang up the phone.

“Is he mad?” Jackie asks with a small laugh, as I walk over and turn the music down.

“He’ll get over it.” I say, looking at her then over at the manger.

“You can call off your search, and we’ll keep the noise down.” I say walking over to the manger, as Jackie is fixing us another drink, and then walks over and hands me my drink then also looks at the manger.

“If that’s it, you can leave Now!” Jackie states, waving her hand towards the door, as he gets a disgusted expression the quickly leaves in a huff.

We both high-five each other as he slams the door, and we flop down on the sofa.

“So what do we do now?” I ask, looking over at her.

“I think we should wake Everybody in the hotel up, and Party, what’s a convention without a party.” Jackie says, looking over at me with a mischievous expression.

“We’ll get in trouble.” I quickly state, but really liking the ideal.

“Who cares!” Jackie yells out, getting up and grabbing the hotel directory and phone from the desk, and then sits back down.

“I’ll do the first call!” Jackie says with a giggle, as she closes her eyes as she runs he finger down the special directory for the Backstreet Convention.

‘Okay we start with the forth floor.” Jackie says, as she starts to dial the phone, as I intensely watch.

“It’s ringing.” Jackie says with a laugh.

“HI! Are you here for the Backstreet Convention?” Jackie asks the person on the other end of the phone line.

“Good! We’re having a Backstreet Party here in room 2012, would you like to join us?” Jackie cheerfully explains.

“Great! See you in a few, and bring as many people as you can okay.” Jackie says, and then hangs up the phone.

“Okay your turn.” Jackie excitedly says, handing me the phone.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” I state in disbelief dialing the next room at random.

“Hi! Are you here for the Backstreet Boys Convention?” I carefully ask with a little slur to my speech, and Jackie busts out laughing.

“Well we’re celebrating here in room 2012, if you would like to join us.” I say into the phone.

“Great, see you in a few.” I say, then hang up the phone, then look over at Jackie.

“Wonder if room service will still deliver to us?” Jackie asks, taking the phone from me then calls.

“Wonder if our guests will show up?” I ask.

While Jackie is on the phone with room service, I fix us another drink and change the CD to Backstreet Back and then there is a knock at the door, so I kinda of dance over and open the door.

“Hello, are you the one that called about the Backstreet Party.” One of the three girls asks.

“Which floor are you from?” I ask, as the girls give me a strange look.

“You see my friend called some people then I did. We wanna see whose guests show up.” I quickly explain, as I move so they can enter.

“We’re room 462.” One of the girls says.

“Then you talked to Jackie, come on in and make yourselves comfortable, she’s ordering munchies.” I say as the girls come all the way into to the room, and notice Jackie on the phone then look over at me with very surprised shocked expressions.

“My name is Damn It! BSB, and by your expressions I think ya’ll know Jackie.” I explain.

“My name is Nikki, and this is Jenn and Sami.” Nikki says, as Jackie walks over to us and we all shake hands.

“I can’t believe you invited us.” Jenn says with a large smile, as we all get comfortable.

“We got bored, so we decided to have a party.” Jackie explains.

Room services brings snacks and more beer and liquor and we sit around and swap stories about why we like The Boys and are concert experiences, lots of girl stuff about what we do for a living and we even try to sing, but none of us can really carry a tune too well. We try to teach Jackie how to play quarters, and when that doesn’t work, Sami goes back to their room and gets The Boys Around The World game.

We decide around six am in the morning to get some sleep, but promise each other that will meet up again at the convention.

Jackie decides to stay over, because I have two beds, we both just pass out, I think even before our bodies hit the beds.

~~~~~ Chapter Four ~~~~~

Very loud pounding from the door wakens me, I roll over and put the pillow over my head, but it doesn’t work, the pounding continues. I stumble from the bed and glance over at Jackie who is sleeping very soundly. I close the bedroom door as I leave the room and stumble through the sitting room that is a little on the messy side from our party last night as the annoying pounding continues. I throw open the door in anger.

“Damn It! What in the hell do you want?” I yell at the person.

“I want to know if you’ve seen my mother?” The man angrily states, with a heavy southern drawl, as I lean on the door for support.

“Aren’t you a little too old to be looking for your mommy?” I sarcastically ask, stepping away from the door and he enters in a huff.

“Management said she was last seen here! I want to know what you did with my mother! Now!” The Man yells in frustration, as I grab a hold my aching head.

“What time is it?” I ask, slowly walking towards the bedroom, as he stands in the middle of the room with his arms crossed.

“Are you going to tell me where my mother is?” The man demands and I slightly turn and look at him.

“Are you gonna tell me what time it is?” I smartly ask, then walk into the bedroom and flop back down in the bed face first.

“Jackie, your Baby Duck is here.” I mumble, trying to get comfortable again, and she begins moaning and moving around.

“What?” Jackie mumbles, as she repositions herself on the bed.

“MOM! What do you call yourself doing?” Brian sternly asks, now standing at the foot of her bed.

“SSshhhh, sleeping, please close those curtains.” Jackie quietly mumbles, waving one hand towards the curtains, never lifting her head from the pillow.

“Mom!” Brian whines, sitting down beside her on the bed.

“Listen to your mother and close the curtains.” I mumble from my pillow.

“Who are you?” Brian agitated but curious demands.

“Mom . . . Dad is in your room, and he is very worried and upset! You need to get up and explain.” Brian firmly states, as Jackie rolls over onto her back and looks up at him.

“MOM! Your eyes! . . . you’ve been drinking!” Brian states in total shock, even smelling liquor, looking into blood shot eyes.

“Give the Duck a prize.” I jokily comment from my pillow.

“Are you going to tell me who the hell you are? You got my mother drunk!” Brian states in frustration, quickly standing and looking down at me, as I ‘m quickly sitting up.

“I recall being well over the drinking age, and I also recall ME! Being the parent and you being the child.” Jackie quickly firmly states, getting up from the bed holding her head, as Brian and I both glace over at her.

“You go Jackie!” I state getting up and begin to leave the room.

“Where are you going?” Jackie asks, making her way over to the bathroom.

“Coffee.” I yell back, leaving the room.

I order the coffee and close the curtains, then flop down on the sofa, as Brian comes into the room and sits down in the chair. Even with my eyes closed I can tell that he’s staring, but I make no attempt to be socialable, and after several long moments of intense silence there is a knock at the door.

“Would you like for me to get that?” Brian sarcastically asks, and I wave my hand around moaning yes.

“Get up, its three girls, I don’t want anyone to know I’m here.” Brian urgentently whispers in a panic, tugging on my arm.

“Heah!” I yell out, as the quick movement from him pulling on me makes my head and stomach spin.

“Get rid of them!” Brian firmly whispers, pushing me towards the door.

“Hi.” I say, opening the door as Brian runs into the bedroom and shuts the door, as Sami, Nikki and Jen make their way into the room.

“We hadn’t heard from you guys today, so we decided to check on you two.” Jenn says with concern, as they get comfortable.

“I guess we drank a little too much . . . we’re having a hard time getting started, have any of you been down to the convention yet?” I say, sitting down also.

“You would not believe all the people, you guys missed the opening ceremonies, the mayor gave Janet the key to the city, and declared it Backstreet Boys Day and Howie’s wife and mother got up and thanked everyone for all their support . . .” Nikki explains.

“Mary is such a nice woman, nothing like what I thought; she walked around and talked to everyone, just like a normal person.” Sami excitedly interrupts.

“And so did Amanda, she going to be a judge later on today at the AJ look alike.” Jenn adds.

“I told you guys they’re cool to hang out with.” I comment, as there is another knock at the door.

“Hope that’s my coffee.” I comment getting up and answering the door.

“We do have to go, do you think you guys will be ready at one, that’s when the AJ contest starts.” Nikki asks, as they move towards the door, as room service is wheeling in a cart.

“Sure, if you like just meet us back here and will all go together.” I suggest, as they’re leaving agreeing to meet back at one.

I tip the waiter and he is leaving, as Mr. Littrell comes up to the open door.

“Hello, I’m Mr. Littrell; would you happen to know anything about my family?” Mr. Littrell pitifully asks, and I wave my hand for him to come in.

“Your wife is in the shower and you son is hiding in the bedroom.” I explain pointing to the bedroom, beginning to fix my coffee, as Brian comes from the bedroom.

“I told you to get rid of them, I thought they were going to stay forever, why did you tell them to come back.” Brian angrily states.

“Because! This happens to be My room!” I firmly state, getting comfortable on the sofa with my coffee.

“Did you talk to your mother?” Mr. Littrell asks in concern, standing in the middle of the floor completely lost on why Brian is yelling.

“She has a Hangover!” Brian says, tattling like a two year old as he glances over at me with an agitated expression, as he is sitting down.

“Hang Over! Your mother doesn’t drink!” Mr. Littrell states, and then rushes into the bedroom.

“She does Now!” I jokily yell out.

“Stay Out Of This! You’ve already caused enough trouble!” Brian sternly states, glancing over at me, as he rubs his temples.

“Excuse me? I think you should take your little annoying ass self and get the hell out of My room.” I agitatedly yell out all at once, getting up and marching over to the door and opening it.

“You can’t throw me out!” Brian yells jumping from the chair.

“I Just Did! Now Get Out!” I yell, holding the door open.

“What’s all the yelling about?” Jackie asks in concern coming into the room, in a hotel bathrobe.

“Her!” Brian states in a childish tone, as we both coldly stare at each other.

“Both Of You! Sit Down!” Jackie firmly states, walking over to the table and starts pouring coffee.

“MOM! She just threw me out!” Brian childishly whines.

“Sit down and be quite! I would like to have a hangover in peace!” Jackie very firmly states.

“Harold would you like a cup?” Jackie asks, holding up the coffee cup and he walks over a takes the cup from her and quietly sits down.

~~~~~ Chapter Five ~~~~~

I quietly shut the door and sit back down on the sofa beside Jackie, while fighting the urge to walk over and slap The Baby Duck.

“So what’s the plan for the day? I guess I kinda of missed the opening ceremonies.” Jackie says.

“Jenn and them came by and said that the opening ceremonies were very nice, the AJ look a like contest starts around one, they’re gonna meet us back here. Janet received the key to the city from the mayor. And they declared it Backstreet Day.” I explain.

“Oh I wish I saw that, did they take lots of pictures?” Jackie asks.

“They didn’t say, but I’m sure they did.” I say.

“Well I guess we should get ready, so we don’t miss anything else.” I comment after a few minutes, getting up.

“I’ll go change, and meet you back here.” Jackie says, returning her coffee cups to the cart, as I’m walking towards the bedroom.

“What about us?” Brian pitifully asks, looking over at his father, who is still sitting quietly in the chair, then his mother.

“Go back to your so called busy life.” Jackie sarcastically states grabbing her wheeled suitcase and heading towards the door.

“I’m not leaving you’re here with a lunatic.” Brian states jumping from his chair, and I quickly turn around and march over to him.

“Look! You’re mother is a big girl; she doesn’t need a babysitter, if she chooses to hang out with a lunatic, that’s her business! Get a fuckin’ life!” I angrily state, and then quickly storm from the room.

“Mom . . .” Brian whines.

“Come on son, before she comes back and slaps you.” Mr. Littrell says with a laugh, as he follows Jackie out the door, and Brian slowly follows him.

I finish my shower and get dressed and return to the sitting room, and start looking at the convention agenda, when there’s a knock at the door.

“Back so soon.” I sarcastically comment, looking at him standing with a very pitiful expression.

“Can I come in?” Brian quietly asks, and I move from the doorway to let him enter.

“Where’s your mother?” I ask, as he nervously sits down in the chair.

“I rather not talk about it.” Brian nervously comments, and I shrug my shoulders and go back to looking over the agenda.

“I just didn’t think they still . . . you know . . .” Brian struggles to explain after a few minutes of intense silence, and I glance over at him and catch on to what he’s talking about, and I smile.

“Why couldn’t they have waited till they got home, or at least till I was gone.” Brian says, as I start laughing out loud.

“Brian! I thought maybe at your age you would know about this stuff . . . .when the urge hits you It Hits You.” I struggle to say, between my laughing at how pitiful he sounds and looks.

“This is Not funny, they were practically doing it right in front of me.” Brian pitifully comments, as I try to regain my composer but every time I look at him I laugh even harder, as there is a knock at the door.

“I guess there finished.” Brian sarcastically comments, as I’m getting up and going to the door.

“Hide!” I quickly whisper, glancing back at him, and he jumps from the small chair knocking it over with a bang.

“Shit!” Brian yells out, and then quickly covers his mouth and then sits the chair back up, as I freeze in my footsteps.

“Hurry Up!” I whisper, as the knocking continues, and he is rushing into the bedroom and closes the door.

“Hi!” I say, quickly opening the door and Sami, Jenn and Nikki give me a strange look.

“Are you okay? We heard a loud noise.” Sami asks in concern, as they walk into the room.

“Yeah! . . . . I stumbled over that stupid ugly chair on my way to the door.” I quickly say, as the girls are getting comfortable.

“So what’s up?” I quickly say, nervously sitting down in the chair, giving a quick glance at the bedroom door.

“You said we could go to the AJ contest together, are you alright?” Nikki says, as they each get a puzzled expression.

“Yeah . . . I’m really sorry I didn’t know it was that late.” I quickly apologize.

“Is Jackie coming?” Jenn asks.

“Yeah, but she’s kidda of busy at the moment, I’ll just leave her a note then we can go.’ I say, nervously getting up and walking over to the desk and scribbling out a note about meeting us at the contest.

“I have to check . . . . my . . . . . . .makeup . . . . . . I’ll be right back.” I quickly say, and then rush into the bedroom and look around then into the bathroom, where I find Brian sitting on the edge of the tub looking like he lost his best friend.

“Did you get rid of them?” Brian quickly asks, standing up in front of me.

“No! Keep your voice down, I’m going to the convention with them, I left your mother a note. Make Sure she gets it.” I whisper, checking my makeup and then start to leave, and he grabs me by the arm.

“What am I supposed to do?” Brian pitifully asks.

“Well you have several choices, hang out here in the bathroom, go see if you parents are done having Sex or come to the convention with me.” I jokily whisper, loving his expression when I mention his parents having sex.

“This is not funny . . . . . . I have no security with me.” Brian whispers.

“Well I guess you stay here in the bathroom, where it’s safe.” I sarcastically whisper, as we hear Jenn telling me to hurry up.

“Gotta go, sorry about your bad luck.” I whisper then start to leave, but quickly glance back and wink at him.

~~~~~~ Chapter Six ~~~~~~

We walk into the convention hall that’s decorated nicely, Jenn introduce me to several of their new friends. I see Janet and go over and say Hello, and she reminds me that I’m scheduled for Wednesday morning for my talk on Making Your Dreams Of Being a Writer Reality, and Web Paging on Friday. We take our seats, as she beings making announcements on up coming events of the day, then she turns the stage over to Save The Music and Amanda McLean as the main speaker.

In the middle of the Save The Music presentation Jackie sits down beside me all smiles, and we all whisper hello. Save The Music presentation last about another hour than we break for twenty minutes, while they set the stage for the AJ Look a Like Contest.

Amanda comes over and says hello, and we plan on having lunch or dinner before the convention ends. The AJ contest goes very well, till the last contestant and everything gets wild. Josh walks onto the stage as the lights are lowered and Larger Than Life starts to play very loudly, he’s dressed very similar to AJ in the dance routine of the video. Josh does the dance routine Perfectly! When the song ends everyone yells for him to do it again and the DJ starts the song again and he does, but this time everyone screams even louder and some people even hold up money, so he’ll dance over to them, Jackie included!

Amanda jumps onto the stage with him and they start to dance the routine, as the screams get even louder. Chats start for Denise to join them, which she does. Jackie is steadily yelling and holding her dollar up as we push her onto to the stage to join them. Josh dances over to her and seductively rubs up against her and her face turns several shades of red.

The screams become mind blowing as all three women get Josh in the middle of them and dance so seductively, that even me the Smut Writer can’t even believe what I’m seeing. Amanda declares Josh the winner after they dance for several more minutes, and a powerful scream irrupts from the audiences agreeing, me included.

Janet announces another twenty-minute break, and that everyone is to meet back in the conferences room next door where they’re sitting up a pizza buffet. We go outdoors at Jackie’s request to get some fresh air. Several people walk up to us and ask for our autographs. Some are shocked that Jackie and I are hanging out together and some cursorily ask who everyone else in the group is, and get Jenn’s autograph just in case the movie Moulin Rouge, that she’s the lead actress in becomes a hit.

We go to the pizza buffet and meet several nice girls as we’re eating. They show us their concert pictures from The Black & Blue Tour, and I scream out very loudly, seeing a very nice picture of Carlos. Jackie making a mental note to check Carlos out better next time she sees him.

At the end of dinner we all start singing Backstreet songs and chanting Keep The Backstreet Pride Alive.

Jackie and I being very wired afterwards are in no mood to settle down so we invite Jenn, Nikki and Sami up to my room for a Junk Food Party. We joke around all the way to my room. I again stumble around with the stupid key card, as everyone else leans against the wall trying to regain her composer, before we wake someone.

I take one step into the room and see Brian sleeping on the sofa and quickly try to shut the door back, as Jackie runs into the back of me. We stumble a little as I frantically try to get everyone away from the door, as everyone is giving me a puzzled look.

“I’m not in the mood to sit in a small room.” I quickly nervously state, as everyone gives me a look like I’ve lost my mind.

“Let’s go down to the gift shop and get lots of junk food and . . .” I stumble around saying, trying to think of something quick to say and do.

“Why can’t we call room service?” Jackie curiously asks, and I accidentally stumble into her, quickly whispering so she is the only one that hears me say Brian.

“Last one to the elevator is a rotten egg.” I yell taking off running, catching everyone off guard, but they soon take off towards the elevator.

We’re still laughing very loudly, when the elevator opens in the lobby, and we stumble out, Jackie and I coming face to face with the same night manger from last night.

“Good Evening, may I assist you in anything?” The night manger snobbishly asks, with a very disgusted expression.

“Do you have any Grey Poupon?” Nikki snobbishly asks, as we all stick our pinky’s out and our noses up as we prance off. When we turn the corner, we bust out laughing again.

“We’re going to get kicked out of this hotel before the end of the week.” Jackie comments, as we enter the gift shop.

“It’ll give Carson something to talk about.” I sarcastically comment, as we spread out over the little shop, looking and grabbing junk food.

“Brian is asleep on my sofa.” I whisper totally confused, catching Jackie by herself looking at bagged candy.

“Why.” Jackie confusedly asks, and I shrug my shoulders, continuing to stare at the bagged candy.

“Oh My God!” I excitedly scream spotting a pixy stix bag and Jackie takes several steps back, as the other girls rush over.

“Have you every did one of these and then quickly washed it down with a Pepsi?” I excitedly yell out, all excitedly as they continue to give me a very strange look.

“Here!” I state tearing open the bag and handing everyone several of them, then run over to the Pepsi case, as everyone totally confused follows me, as the shop cleck walks up to us.

“I hope someone has money!” The man firmly asks, as we try to ignore him.

“Look Mister! Chill!” Jackie states, as I’m handing everyone a Pepsi.

“Pour all of it on your tongue, then quickly wash it down with the Pepsi.” I explain, as everyone gets ready, as the clerk is clearing his throat and the night manger walks up behind him.

“WOW!” Sami yells out from the sugar rush, as everyone shakes her head several times from the rush, as the clerk clears his throat very loudly again.

“Here!” I yell, digging through my handbag, and pulling out my wallet and start flashing credit cards, as the rest of the ladies do the same.

“Here take this one, I can write this off a business meeting.” I jokily state, and then really think about it and say why not, handing him my Corporate VISA Platinum Card.

We gather up all of our snacks and leave. We walk through the lobby and wave bye at the night manger, that’s slowly walking behind us, but stops at the front desk.

“I say we sit in the lobby lounge and really get under that mans skin!” Jackie suggest, as we’re waiting for the elevator, and we all agree as I’m thanking God for her plan.

We go back to the lounge and make ourselves comfortable and start benign out on all the junk food, making as much noise as we can.

It dawns on Jackie why Brian is sleeping else where and she instructs the night manger to personally take candles, champagne, extra sheets and towels up to her room, and he agitatedly does what he is told.

The DJ from the convention comes over shortly after she sits back down and invites all of us to the hotel bar. Jenn, Nikki and Sami agree, but Jackie and I decide to call it a night.

“Never in a million years would I’ve imagined how much fun you’d be to hang out with.” I sincerely comment, trying to will myself not to get attached, as we stand in the same elevator that we met in.

“Same here, but I really don’t like Church!” Jackie firmly says, as I think to myself the woman has spunk.

We quietly walk into my room, and Jackie gets totally lost just watching her Baby Duck that’s sleeping peacefully, cherishing the moment that doesn’t come anymore, now that he is grown and become a Backstreet Boy.

I quietly leave the room and change into sweats, fighting a battle with in myself about getting attached; taking Church down would be the nice thing to do, but reading the hate mail is so fun. Getting attached would only leave Nick to write fan fiction about, and that would most likely put me in the teenybopper category and with that thought I quickly come back to reality.

“Damn It!” I yell out, quickly storming back into the sitting room.

~~~~~ Chapter Seven ~~~~~

“Look! . . . . . . . .It’s Like This! I write smut for a living . . . . . . . and Damn It! I make a damn good living at it! You can’t . . . . . . . You need to stop with the cuteness! I can’t take it! . . . . . . . . I just can’t!” I sporadically yell, very confused and on a very high sugar high, pacing around the room as Jackie just cautiously watches my madness, and Brian wakes in confusion.

“Damn It! I can’t write . . . . . you . . . . . I’m sorry I can’t like you . . .” I scream out in frustration, continuing to pace with my arms waving around.

“Damn It! It’s Like This! . . . It’s hard to write Smut about your friend’s husbands . . . Kevvy is just Not that Fuckin’ exciting . . . . . . . . All Right I Admit . . . . . it’s fuckin’ hard to fuckin’ write smut about someone that is . . . Damn It! . . . . . .Saving The Fuckin’ Planet! I don’t write about Nickolas cause the annoying as hell teenyboppers already wet their fuckin’ diapers over him, with their fuckin’ silly little fairy tale stories! . . . So Baby Duck! That leaves You!” I hysterically explain, sporadically pacing around the room, and Jackie pulls Brian back to a sitting position beside her, as he tries to get up.

“And You . . . No One is this fuckin’ nice! That’s why I have so much fuel when it comes to You Two! The Church Boy and his Saint Of A Mother! I’ve used that formula in my fan fiction days, and I still use it, just changed your names.” I hysterically state, stopping and finally looking directly at him and then her.

“Damn It! Now! I’m going back to my life . . . and you two are getting the HELL out of my room!” I state, collapsing in the chair across from them, and Jackie slowly gets up.

“I’ve sold millions of books!” I state, Brian sitting totally confused as usual.

“My Love . . . how do you think I came across Church? It’s not that hard to read the fine print of my favorite romantic novels and track the author down . . . to her beginning . . . You were so right when you said . . . it’s fictional . . . helps you escape.” Jackie tearfully explains, holding gently to my trembling hands.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I awake beside my loving husband, and watch him peacefully sleep, but quietly laugh to myself as my mind drifts back to the day his mother slapped me in The Convention Elevator!

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