Author's note: the songs Justin's singing are "End Of Forever" and "Is It Saturday Yet" by Nick Carter; the song Brian's singing is "Unstoppable" by The Calling.
Kip Thomas sat at his usual table in the most famous bar in all Pittsburgh; Woody’s. He watched Justin Taylor on stage, an eighteen- year- old boy who one day soon would be very successful. Runnin’ from all the situations Ya mess me up, bring me down I’m waitin’ for the right moment To lift me up, let you in my life, yeah While he watched his blond angel sing he couldn’t help but wonder if Justin would remain with him, once he became famous. Don’t wanna live inside without your love Cuz no one else can make me feel this way Kip Thomas was a talent scout and immediately saw in Justin the talent he was looking for. It didn’t occur to him at the time but he had fallen in love with the young singer. Actually, when he met Justin, the boy was in a delicate phase of his life, since his mother had just died. To love me, is gonna take a lot I can’t wait til the end of forever Lead me, ain’t nothin gonna stop Could it be tonight, or til the end of forever, oh yeah Kip wasn’t a fool. He knew Justin was vulnerable since his mother had died and that was the only reason the boy returned his affection. He wasn’t about to deceive himself into believing that Justin was in love with him despite what the singer said. “Hey Honey, did you like my performance?” “I loved it!” “Don’t I deserve a kiss?” Justin asked sensually. “You deserve much more than a kiss,” Kip replied kissing Justin’s strawberry lips. “Behave. I’m going to sing another song and then I’m all yours,” Justin said smiling maliciously. “I can barely wait,” Kip replied. As he watched Justin move toward the stage, Kip let his mind wander back to the call he received from his good friend, Emmett a few days ago. Emmett had appeared in Pittsburgh several days ago and Kip had proposed that he would like him to be Justin’s manager. Although, Emmett knew the young singer was very talented he had let it be known that he was too busy to handle him; he had other obligations. Now Kip wondered what made his friend change his mind. “Now, we’ll have another song from Pittsburgh’s little star, Justin Taylor,” came the announcement. “Thank you. It’s a new song dedicated to all the people who can’t wait ‘till Saturday arrives.” The music started and the beat echoed throughout Woody’s. I'm a product of the nation My Nintendo's on the floor On a permanent vacation Momma's bangin' at my door Justin was made to be on stage belting out his songs. The ease in which he handled the microphone made him a natural born performer and caused him to be a threatening rival for any professional singer. Na na na She's screamin at me But I don't wanna understand And I go ooooh It goes on and on and on Is it Saturday yet Cuz I wanna get up Is it Saturday yet It just feels like a Saturday Baby Is it Saturday yet I just wanna get up Is it Saturday yet Cuz it feels like a Saturday Baby Is it Saturday I was raised by the television Jerry Springer was my dad ****** Brian was on stage practicing his new song for the concert he was to perform that night, but he was having problems with his equipment. Come and lay right on my bed, sit and drink some wine I'll try not to make you cry And if you get inside my head, then you'd understand Then you'd understand me Why I've felt so alone, why I kept myself from love And you became my favorite drug So let me take you right now and swallow you down, I need you inside BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP “Hey, what the fuck is up with the sound!” “I’m sorry Mr. Kinney but it seems there are some problems. Let’s try again. Keep on singing.” If we had this night together If we had a moment to ourselves If we had this night together, then we'd be unstoppable Do you think that this right, or is it really wrong I know that this is what we've been wanting And all this burning in my soul, it fills up to my throat It fills up 'till my heart is breaking BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP “I CANT’T WORK LIKE THIS,” Brian shouted. “We’re sorry, Mr. Kinney. We don’t know what’s going on,” the technician said, more sorry for himself than for Brian. “You better find out what the fuck the problem is now! I’ve got a concert tonight and everything must be perfect! Do I make myself clear?” “My aren’t we nervous?” Emmett said as he walked in. “What the fuck are you doing here?” “I’m your manager. Have you forgotten that?” “No, I haven’t forgotten.” “Good. Now what’s the problem?” Emmett said in a sharp tone. “The stereo system. It could be broken,” one of the technicians said. “But it can’t be. I have a concert tonight!” Brian said angrily. He couldn’t do the concert if the stereo system was broken and if he didn’t do the concert his fans would never forgive him. “I’m afraid you have to cancel it,” the head technician said and received an icy glare from Brian. “He’s right, Brian,” Emmett said trying not to burst into laughter. “This is all your fault you piece of shit.” “And how can it be my fault?” “Mr. Kinney this is nobody’s fault.” “Have I given you permission to speak? I don’t pay you to speak. I pay you because everything that’s mine has to work perfectly. Since you couldn’t do it, you’re all fired! Where’s Michael?” Brian screamed as he left. “Good job,” Emmett whispered to the head technician once they were alone. “With all the money you gave me it was worth it. That and the fact that I could never stand Kinney and his diva attitude.” ********************************************************************************* After the night at Woody’s the two men had returned to Kip’s apartment and was in bed cuddling. “I have some news to tell you,” Kip said as he gently took hold of Justin’s hand. “What?” Justin asked afraid he was going to hear some bad news. “Do you remember that manager from L.A.?” “Yeah. Emmett right?” “Yeah. Do you remember he told me that he was too busy to manage you?” “Yeah,” Justin replied wondering what was up. “Well he changed his mind,” Kip said smiling and he immediately received a sunshine smile from Justin. “Does it mean that we could go to L.A.?” “The word is not could, it’s will. You only have to say when.” “Really? Then I say we leave tomorrow!” Justin was now the happiest person ever. He couldn’t believe his dream was finally going to come true.