I didn't want to wake up at damn five in the morning but work calls. First, it was the Early Show, then it was an afternoon radio show and TRL called in the middle of the afternoon. I like performing but I can seriously do without all the other stuff. In-store signings, meet and greets, television interviews, I have no problem not participating in any of that stuff but it comes with the territory and it's needed. I climbed into the shower and stood there as the water ran down over me. Why people say hot showers wake you up is beyone me. Maybe I'm strange but after a hot shower I just want to curl up in bed and take a nap. It was going to be a long day and I'm hardly prepared for it. I did get some sleep but I kept waking up for some unknown reason, I just couldn't stay asleep. Damn, I'm tired already and the day hasn't started.
Backstage at the Early Show is always alot more fun that the Today Show, especially when Bryant Gumbel wasn't around. No offense but the stick is obviously so far up his ass it can't be removed. After we performed we were going to interviewed by some chick. I liked being interviewed by women. They think we let our guard down when we are being interviewed by women but actually it's the opposite, they are the ones who lighten up and after a couple of smiled and singing a few lyrics they get caught up in the fun of it all just like all the other women. Except the women, who refuse to be sold on boybands so they keep up a hardass image, especially the female music critics. Of course my phone rings,
"Hello?" Wait, who the hell would be calling me this early in the morning?
"Hi Nick. What's up?"
"Nothing much. Who is this?"
"Michelle, I was just calling to wish you good luck today." I have no idea who this is, I meet way too many people to remember names,
"Um, do I know you? Where are you?"
"I'm in Connecticut. We've met before but I'm sure you don't remember me, it's ok." I'm glad she understood,
"Yeah, sorry. I meet new people everyday. So, I gave you my number?" Michelle, Michelle from Connecticut. When was I in Connecticut?
"Yeah, we met the last time you were in New York." They were waving at me to get ready,
"Uh, I have to go, we're about to go on. Give me a call later tonight."
"Ok."
"Seriously, call me back."
"I will." I turned the phone off and walked out onto the stage,
"Is that off?" I nodded at the stagehand,
"Yeah man, it's off."
The performance went well and now we're on our back to the hotel only to sit around before going to the radio station at noon. It's nine-thirty now and I don't see the purpose of waiting around at the hotel for an hour, going to the radio station, going back to the hotel and then over to MTV.
"We need to go to the radio show after this." Artie shook his head,
"We aren't scheduled to be there until noon. It would throw off the schedule." I shkae my head,
"What about our schedule? No one gives a damn about that? It makes no sense to back to the hotel for a little while, go to the radio station, back to the hotel, then MTV. That's crazy. Can someone think about us? I don't want to do that." Howie sighed,
"Nick, we agreed-" I shook my head,
"Whatever you're about to say Howie you can save it because I didn't agree to anything like this. This is crazy and I'm tired." Artie sighed,
"It's too late-" I wasn't giving in on this one,
"It's never too late. I always go along but you know what? I'm tired and I don't want to run all over New York City all day today." Kevin shook his head,
"Well, its what we're doing." Yeah whatever,
"Ok, it may be what you guys are doing but I'm not. If we go to that hotel I'm not leaving until it's time to go to MTV." Artie shook his head,
"You need to be there." I sat back and crossed my arms, putting on my 'I'm a dick' face and playing the role of spoiled popstar that I have down to perfection but rarely used,
"If we go back to the hotel, I'm not leaving until we go to MTV, watch me." He looked around at the others and I looked out the window as they held their silent conference. I don't feel like I'm being a brat I just don't agree with the schedule. I listened as Artie called the radio and told them we were coming in now, that there was a scheduling conflict. I honestly don't care if it inconvienienced anyone, I wanted to go back and get a couple hours of sleep.
Katie was someone I hooked up with occassionally when I was in New York. The best thing about Katie was that she was discreet, one of the few. She was that way because she wasn't a fan, at least not of my music. I'm sure she got a thrill out of fucking me since I'm a celebrity but that was all. She wasn't hung up on trying to win me over and she never called me. I always called her and we both liked it that way, I wasn't bothered and chased and she knew what I wanted when I called.
"How was your day?" I shrugged,
"Long and over." That was about the extent of our conversations. They were always about something quite neutral and never too deep. She knew relatively little about me and I knew even less about her. I respected her and she respected me, we have an understanding that works for both of us. Sometimes you just want the physical and that's it. Don't get me wrong, Katie is a nice girl and if at anytime she needs my help and I could give it I am there. Everytime I sleep with a new girl I run the risk of hooking up with someone who wanted more than I was willing to give. It was always so hard because I would think common sense would tell them that what we were sharing was meaningless, regardless of what I said, but it's never obvious to them. She walked over to me and began to rub my back as I lay on the bed,
"God, you're so good at this." She continued to work her magic on my back causing me to groan and moan,
"I'm glad it feels good to you." She always treated me well, there was never any drama,
"I love you spoiling me." She leaned down and whispered in my ear,
"Baby, you're supposed to be spoiled and sex is supposed to offered up without you asking. It's like your right as a rockstar." She says things like that all the time and if I was around her enough it would go to my head.
"Oh my God, man you're good." She kissed me on my ear and whispered,
"I do other things better than this." I moaned,
"Oh yeah? Like what?" She rolled me over and pulled down my boxers. I hadn't even noticed that she had stripped down to her bra and panties. That was another I loved about her, how her bra and panties were always a matching set and how they were sexy. And they were never boring like white, they were always red, black or blue and they were always lace or something equally sexy,
"We only have tonight so I have to make this good for you." Man, this girl drives me crazy. If I can only find someone like her in every city I would never have another worry as far as women were concerned.
Chapter 34
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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