We all went back to the hotel so everyone could pack. Krystal was going to be staying with me so it would save them money. Plus it was only for a day or so. Krystal and I took everyone to the airport, said our goodbyes and watch them leave. We held hands as we left all the while getting stares and looks as we headed out to my car. When Krystal and I got back to my place she took my hand and led me back to my bedroom. "Krystal, we probably should do anything," I said. "I mean we should take a nap."
"I know," she replied, starting to unbutton my blouse. "But you look a little tense. I was thinking of giving you a massage." She slid my blouse just off my shoulders and started rubbing my neck. I moaned and bobbed my head lazily. "See."
I let her strip off all my clothes and watched as she disrobed from hers as well. I lay down on my stomach on my bed and she straddled my thighs rubbing my back. After I was relaxed, she had me roll over on my back. She pushed my knees up and spread my legs, kneeling between them. She started at my knees and very gently started down my thighs and over my hips. She softly moved over my stomach and up to my breasts. Instead of stopping, she moved right back down my body. She did this several times and each time I arched into her touch, completely entranced by her caresses. I must have fallen asleep because I awoke to my alarm clock going off at eight that night. Krystal was right beside me, hand draped over my stomach. I softly pushed her, waking her up. "Hm," she moaned sleepily.
I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Wake up baby. We need to get something to eat and get ready for the show."
She rolled away from me and mumbled "PJs."
I laughed. "Yes you can do the show in your PJs." I remembered the interviews we had done together with me in my sleep clothes. "Now get up baby."
She continued to lie there so I got up and got dressed. I dug through my refrigerator for food and then headed back to bed, with a bowl full of fruit. Climbing up on the mattress, I slowly rolled her over. She stared up at me with bright eyes. "You faker," I said to her. She just grinned cheekily. I knew she had picked the grin up from Brian. She sat up and we ate the fruit in bed, the two of us alternating whom fed whom. After a while, I dragged her out of bed and we headed towards the radio station. I wanted to get there before the night DJ, Ron, got off the air so I could get in, being I didn't have a set of keys yet.
We got there about an hour before his show ended and his producer, Stanley let us in. My producer, Andy, was already there waiting for me. "There you are," he said. "I've got tons of stuff for you to talk about tonight. I found this website..." His voice trailed off as he noticed my girl standing behind me. "And who's this lovely lady?" he asked.
I smiled at the smitten producer. "This is my girlfriend, Andy, you know that. I told you she was coming with me tonight."
"Oh yeah," he recovered. "You made me pull out both of her CDs as if you are intent on playing them tonight."
I rolled my eyes. "Yes I am playing them. I'm playing them lots tonight. As if anyone really listens to me anyway."
"You'll see. You'll have tons of people listening to you by the end of the month."
"Yeah, sure Andy. Keep on dreaming!" Krystal and I followed him around the studio getting coffee to help keep us awake. Ron left the booth and waved at me, essentially wishing me luck as my girlfriend and I walked inside the tiny room. I grabbed the pair of headphones set over the microphone. Of course they were too big, but I draped them around my neck and Krystal did the same with the second pair. We pulled up the chairs to the mikes and sat there for a moment. I stared at the board. It was pretty simple once you knew where all the keys were. The computer ran all the music and there on a clip in front of me was the play list. Taped all around the room were tag lines for the morning show, advertisements, weather reports, and most importantly the station ID. These were in case the DJs forgot how things were supposed to be said. I glanced at the play list and where I was supposed to be talking shrugged my shoulders and glanced up at Andy through the sound proof glass. He had on a pair of headphones listening to the music. I slipped mine up to my ears so I could hear everything. As the song was coming to close, Andy pointed me. I heaved a breath and said the station ID; "You're listening to KZAP 98.5, Zap hits of the eighties, nineties and today. I'm your host for the next six of the wee morning hours. This is Backstreet Becca. And you know because I love the Backstreet Boys so much, that I just had to have their first artist on their label on my inaugural show. So all you closing crews and morning crews and everyone who is still awake, give it up for the Supergirl herself, Krystal!" Andy had programmed a set of hoots and hollers for that, though I didn't know how he knew to. "Good morning Krystal," I said.
"Morning Becca. How are you?"
"The caffeine is just starting to kick in, I'll tell you that much. So, now I know you're going to be doing a Rolling Stone article sometime soon. What do you think they'll ask?" I asked her, diving right in.
"Probably the same stuff," she replied, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, we all know that you were born in Anderson, Indiana; you started playing singing when you were about two, blah, blah, blah."
Krystal giggled. "Yeah. I hope they ask something different. They did an excellent job portraying the Backstreet Boys as typical men the last time they were the featured interview."
"Most of you will remember the picture," I said. "The one where four of the five Backstreet Boys were surrounded by nekkid women. And the article, well, the smoking, swearing, and talk was all true to them. Trust me I've been around them."
"And I've spent more time with them than I care to remember," she said. "Though when they were around me initially, they were a little subdued."
I looked at her. "How do you mean?"
"Oh, well, they thought I was a little young to, uh, be hearing all their normal talk. But after a while they accepted me as a little sister and I started getting beat up and pranks were being pulled on me and everything."
"So they're normal! Yea!" I sighed. "Well, we've got Krystal here all morning long so let's start things off with the single that started it all for her. It appeared as the theme song to Disney's 'Princess Diaries,' which is a very good movie by the way. Here is Krystal singing 'Supergirl!'" Andy, fortunately, was ready for my impromptu changes in the play list and accommodated me well.
A few minutes went by and I was back on the air. "Now, for all of you starving Marvins out there, you have very little time left to find food. Burger King closes at 12:30, McDonald's at 12:30, Taco Bell and Jack in the Box at 2am, and the here's the list of 24 hour places: Carl's Junior, Denny's and Lyon's. So your choices are getting smaller. Now here's the Bengals with 'Manic Monday'."
The show continued on. Krystal and I being strung out on coffee and anything to help keep us awake all through the darkness. By the end of the show at six in the morning, we had played tons of Krystal's music and talked about just about everything there was to know about her. She sang some songs a cappella for the few listeners I had. I even got a few calls from closing crews as they were leaving work.
Krystal and I left about half an hour after Dave got to work. He wanted Krystal on his show, but I told him we had to get going because she had to leave soon. She knew this was the truth too, so as much as she wanted to, she had to take a rain check on the radio show. We left the studio and headed back to my place so she could pack.
