Being In The Band
Being In The Band
"And one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight! Come on, Nick,
youíre lagging! Five, six, seven, and eight! Stop!" Fatima
Brian stopped dancing and gasped for air, looking over at the choreographer
as she walked towards him and the other guys.
"Guys, I know its been a long day and dancing to a tape isnít easy since
youíre used to hearing live instruments, but you have to keep it together.
Weíre almost finished, we just have one more routine and you can relax,
ok?" Fatima said as she walked in front of them. She stopped
in front of Brian and looked at him, concerned.
"You ok, Brian?" She asked him quietly.
Brian nodded and took another deep breath, trying to will his face to lose
the red tint it had.
"Are you sure? You donít want to take a break?" Fatima asked.
Brian shook his head. "No, letís get this over with, whatís the last
routine?" He asked.
Fatima looked at him warily and continued her walk. "Ok, everyone,
last routine. Everyoneís favorite, ĎItís Gotta Be Youí," she said,
smiling as everyone groaned.
"Aww, come on, guys, it isnít that bad!" Fatima said as she walked
to the Ďfrontí of the stage and standing in front of the group. "Tell
you what, you can even stand in your corners for this one, but donít forget
that I will be watching, mess nothing up," she said, wagging her finger
at them and walking up the platform in the middle and standing in the middle.
"Youíre a slave-driver, ĎTima," AJ said as he walked to the corner of the
stage he was on. Brian nodded in faint agreement, reaching his corner
across from AJ. The stage was pentagonal, so each guy had his own
corner and side, a whole section of audience to entertain.
"And you love me for it, AJ. From the top, guys!" Fatima called
as everyone got in their places. Brian tried to paste a smile on
his face as the music started booming through the speakers and Nickís voice
followed. He sang and danced with the music, then stopped with everyone
else when it came time for them to introduce their band and dancers.
"Wait a second, what about Tommy?" Brian asked.
Kevin shrugged. "I donít know, I guess we introduce this Lizard person
at this point," he said.
"Whoís Lizard?" Fatima asked as she walked down the ramp to the stage.
"And explain to me why you all stopped while youíre at it," she said.
"Tommy broke his wrist and he wonít be playing on stage with us.
Heís having one of his friends fill in, someone named Lizard. We
donít even know who this person is and he is going to be playing and practically
directing whatever we do on stage," AJ explained.
"We stopped because we donít know what to call him. Lizard?
Or his real name? We have no clue," Brian said.
"Whatís his real name?" Fatima asked.
Nick shrugged. "We donít know, we just found out about him the other
Fatima sighed. "Look, just skip that part, go to the end of the introductions
and everyone take their place, start from there," she said, walking back
up to the top of the platform.
Brian sighed and took his place where he ended, then smiled as the music
came back and started singing. When the song ended, he froze in place,
not looking around until he heard cheering.
"That was great guys! Wow, things look so different from down here,"
Tommy said as he walked up the aisle of the arena and to the stage.
He climbed on the stage and Brian walked over to him.
"Hey, man, when did you get here?" Brian asked.
"About ten minutes ago, I took a taxi here from Lizardís house. Weíre
finished, Lizard knows all the music by heart and will be joining everyone
at the venue in Michigan tomorrow afternoon. It was amazing, I gave
Lizard the music two days ago and when I went there today, I could hear
it being played from the street. Lizard is so good, knows it by heart
now. Iíll be leaving with Lizard tomorrow, showing the ropes.
Our flight gets in about eleven Michigan time, weíll be at the venue by
two that afternoon. Iím telling you, guys, Lizardsí even better than
me!" Tommy said, laughing.
"But what about the timing? There are times when you arenít facing
us, you have to do a part by trust, kinda like a blind jump," Kevin said.
"I know, and Lizard is well aware of that. One practice and youíll
have everything set," Tommy promised.
"But Tommy, about the intros in ĎIts Gotta Be Youí. How should we
introduce Lizard? Is that even his real name?" AJ asked.
Tommy opened his mouth to answer when music came blasting through the speakers
"Sorry, my bad!" One of the technicians called from above them at
the speaker he was working at.
Brian sighed and looked back at Tommy, who looked down at his beeper.
"Sorry, guys, weíll continue this tomorrow, I have to get home and pack.
See you all tomorrow afternoon," Tommy said as he walked off the stage.
Brian waved limply and watched Tommy walk out of the arena. He turned
back to his friends and saw them all lying on the stage.
"Tired?" He asked Nick as he stood over him.
Nick nodded as best he could, given his position. "Just kill me now,"
he said, closing his eyes and turning his head to the side.
Brian chuckled and leaned over, tickling Nickís stomach. "I donít
think I want to do that, I could get mobbed by the Nick Carter fan club,
Iíd be in trouble. Then your mom would come and hit the hell out
of my head," he said.
Nick smiled and Brian walked away from him, hopping off the stage and going
beneath, walking to the dressing room reserved for him and the other guys,
grabbing his bottle of water and opening it, taking a long sip. He
sat back in a chair, closing his eyes.
"Come on, man, I know you still gotta pack, and your ride is leaving right
now," Nick said as he ran in the dressing room. Brian opened his
eyes and stood up, grabbing his bag.
"Ok, letís go," he said, following Nick out. They both got into Nickís
Durango and Nick drove him to his house. Heíd gotten picked up that
morning when he over-slept a little. Brian walked in his house and
was met by his dog, Tyke. He went into the kitchen and fed the dog,
then grabbed himself something small to take upstairs with him while he
Brian finished packing about two hours later and collapsed on his bed,
tired. He had to catch a flight in about three hours, the red eye
to Michigan. He closed his eyes after setting his alarm, trying to
take a quick nap before having to leave.