My Kind of Guy - Pt 1

Rating: PG-13 for some mature instances
Summary: The main character wins a contest, getting to be on the crew for the Kaiser's filming of their tour. It's the Employment tour, influmenced by the Enjoyment DVD.


I was sitting at my desk in my Scriptwriting class at Emerson College when there was a knock on the door. The teacher went over to open it and the whole class watched in curiosity to see who was there. Once it was opened, a young, medium-height man walked through the door. He wasn’t my type, so I went back to my writing. When I heard him say my name, however, I immediately looked over. When my teacher pointed to my meek little seat in the middle of the room, I knew something was up. My thoughts were solidified when our eyes met and he motioned me to the front of the room. I slowly got up, leaving my things except my purse on my desk, and walked to the two men. My teacher introduced me to the man, and vice versa.

“Do you remember the piece you turned in to Universal four months ago? The competition to be on the crew for the Road Diary DVD of the Kaiser Chiefs?” the man asked me. I nodded suspiciously. Of course I remembered my audition piece…..



*****



I set up my tripod, fixed my hair in the mirror, and pushed record. I attempted to gracefully, but quickly, get in front of the camera. When I managed to, I flashed a smile and started my presentation. I introduced myself, and began listing the reasons why I should be on the production crew for the Kaiser Chief’s newest DVD. They were looking for five potential crew people: two camera operators, one editor, one producer/writer, and one director. I was aiming high for the director, but I would have taken anything. In addition to why I should be on the crew, I also added in my experience on the road, since this DVD was going to be shot entirely on their upcoming tour.

I finished my speech, thanked them for their time, and shut off the camera. After taking out the tape, putting it in the envelope, addressing it, and mailing it, all I could do was hope and wait.



*****



the man laughed. It must have been out of my shyness, because his next move was his hand on my shoulder. He then turned to my class and informed them of my efforts. When he finished he turned to face me.

“I bet you’re wondering why I’m hear talking to you aren’t you?” I squeaked out a yes, which was quite the effort since it had finally donned on me what was going on.

“Well,” he started to say before the door to the classroom burst open, and five blurs of people ran inside. They ran up to me, at full speed, but managed to stop before they crashed in to me. When they stopped, I finally got a good look at who they were, and it almost knocked me off my feet.

“Boys, I thought I told you to wait until I opened the door!” he said. The five men looked around, mumbled the occasional sorry, and all I could do was stand there with my mouth agape.

“Well, I guess you already know who these five numbskulls are,” he said to you, and you could only nod. Standing in front of you was the boys of the Kaiser Chiefs. The whole room was mumbling to one another, since it was obvious that I had won the contest. I didn’t even listen to the man from Universal when he told me I won, I figured that one out already.

*****



I went over to my dorm room as soon as class was done to start packing. More representatives of the band came into the class after I finished freaking out on the inside. They basically told me that they had already worked out a grading system with my teachers: if I went through to the end of this project, I would pass all of my filming classes. However, if I fail, I would fail the classes (go figure). My other classes would be covered by a once-a-week tutoring system. It was a three-month tour, so I would be missing two half semesters. As I was throwing all of my pants into my suitcase my phone rang. I stumbled over thrown-about clothes and dove onto my bed to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Oh my god! No pun intended, but I heard about your contest! Congratulations!” it was my sister.

“how did you hear about it so quickly?” I asked.

“NME put it on its site literally minutes after you were told. Apparently you were the last one they needed to tell, so once they got word you were informed, the story went up.”

“Oh wow, they don’t waste any time do they?” we both laughed, then I realized we were due to head out in the morning, so I needed to finish packing. I said bye to my sister and hung up the phone. I went back to my packing, then before I knew it, my head hit the pillow and I was asleep.



*****



there was a heavy pounding on my door at exactly noon. I put down my hair brush and opened the door. I was promptly knocked down by someone, while other people charged into my room and began jumping on my bed. If it weren’t for this childish act, I would have thought I was being broken into. When I looked down at the man who had landed on me, I gazed right into the blue-green eyes of none other than Ricky Wilson.

“hello love”, he said and rolled off me. Once he had, he got up and extended his hand out to me. I gladly took it, was hoisted up, and collided chests with him. We both chuckled and stepped back. I had completely forgotten that the rest of the band was jumping on my bed, but the sound of a loud bang brought me to this realization. I spun around to my bed to find that the frame came separated and the mattress fell down. The guys stopped jumping and put on their best “uh-oh” faces. I shook my head and helped them down.

“It’s ok, I know how to fix it, it’s happened before.” As soon as I said that, my dorm room was filled with “oohs” and “aahs”. I blushed, and tried to explain that wasn’t how it happened. However, they weren’t having any of it.

“No, really. I just decided to flop into bed and the frame broke,” I explained, pushing it back together. I got back up and saw that the boys were going through my things in the dorm.

“hey! Put that down!” I exclaimed as I saw Ricky poking around in my underwear drawer.

“Oh come on,” he said putting on his best puppy-eyed face. “I promise I’m not going to steal any of your knickers and sniff them like some perv.”

“There’s nothing in there anyway, it’s all in my suitcase.” Ricky frowned and pushed the drawer back in.

“Well,” Nick said, “if you’re ready to go, we’ll help you with your suitcase and we’ll head out to the bus.” I nodded and the guys all reached for something to carry. As soon as we made it to the stairs, a cluster of girls were walking in the opposite direction. They took one look at the boys and started getting very fan girlish.

“Can I please have your autograph Ricky?” one asked and held out a pad of paper. He put down my suitcase and signed the paper as the other girls looked on giggling. They ran away quickly after he handed back the paper and Ricky picked the suitcase back up. We made it out to the bus without any more incidents and the driver took my luggage and loaded it into the bus. I had never stepped onto a tour bus before, and it was quite a sight. The front half of the bus had tables and chairs, while the back was filled with bunk beds and a bathroom. There was a tiny kitchen, and I mean tiny, but otherwise it was very plain. They had two of these busses, one would hold all the powers that be, and the other would hold the Kaisers and us, the winners.

“I want to have all of you winners gather around up here,” one of the Powers that Be (here after knows as PTB) said, and we all formed a cluster around one of the tables.

“Now, there are five of you here, and I know that all of you auditioned for the general part of being here. This is when we pick which of you will be doing what parts for the rest of the tour.” I felt my heart go into my throat. This was the make or break moment: I could hit my goal and be the director, or I could hit my low and get stuck on camera. Now, don’t get me wrong, I had no problem with camera. However, I was a natural-born director. And as the PTB was going through our names, assigning roles, I was on the edge of my seat. By the time he reached the producer, it was mine and another boy’s name. when he was called, I realized there was only one spot left: director. When he called my name, I couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. I looked around and my eyes met Ricky’s. his cool blue eyes went right through me before he smiled back and I blushed. My little moment with Ricky was shattered when the PTB plopped a stack of contracts for me to sign. I quickly read each one, signed them, and passed them on. A schedule was handed to me for the rest of the trip, and we were sent off, given the whole day to rest.



*****



“Hey, can I have this bunk?” I asked Peanut as he walked by the rows of beds.

“Sure, I don’t have a problem, you’ll just have to check in with Ricky. He’s always been the bed dictator in a way,” he said and smiled before disappearing into the bathroom. I then went to the front of the bus to find Ricky. Alas, he was no where to be found. He couldn’t have gone far, the bus was already moving. I went back to the beds to find him laying in the bed above the one I wanted.

“oh, there you are” I said with a grin. He put down his copy of NME and looked at me.

“You were looking for me?” he asked with a sly grin on his face.

“As a matter of fact, I was. I was wondering if I could have this bunk here,” I said, patting the mattress. “Peanut said that I should as you since you run the beds around here, apparently.” Ricky grinned, knowing that he was in charge of something.

“Of course you can have that one, but as a warning, you’ll be between Nick and me.” I put on a puzzled look.

“Why are you warning me?”

“We both snore.”

“Oh, well I’m sure that won’t be too much of a problem,” I said reassuringly and smiled at him.

“Hey, c’m’ere a minute,” he said patting the spot next to him on his bed. “I wanna show you something in here.” So, I climbed up the ladder and plopped down next to him. He showed me an article about the Towers of London, and complained about how the only reason they were plastered all over NME was because pf their violent nature and “fuck you” attitude. He was really getting into it, and it made me giggle. He looked at me and grinned.

“You think this is funny?” he asked, still grinning.

“I think you’re funny.” I said and giggled again.

“Oh, you’ll pay for that!” he said and grabbed his pillow, swiftly hitting me in the head with it. I squealed and hit him playfully in the shoulder.

“So that’s how you want to play?” he said and tossed his pillow aside. He grinned evily and held his hands out in front of him, fingers wiggling.

“What are you doing?” I asked nervously as he encroached closer to me.

“Oh, you’ll see,” he said and dove for me, taking me by the waist and tickling me. I tried wriggling out from under him, but he noticed this and swung his legs around me and pinned me down. I was wiggling and giggling underneath Ricky when Peanut emerged from the bathroom.

“Oy! What are you two doing?” he exclaimed. “You know you shouldn’t be doing that here! Remember the Bus Laws man!”

“Hey,” Ricky said turning to Peanut, but keeping me pinned down. “You aren’t supposed to be doing what you just did in the bathroom per Bus Laws either!” Peanut just shook his head and walked on. Ricky turned back to me and looked down into my eyes.

“Ready for round two?” he asked and smiled. I was still panting from the first round, and I managed to squeak out a “please no”.

“Fine,” he said, “I’ll have mercy on your soul.” He started to straighten himself up when the bus hit a bump and he hit his head on the ceiling. He came crashing back down, legs straightened out behind him, and flat on top of me with his head to the side of mine. He raised his head, grunting, and looked not too far away into my eyes. His cool twinkling blue eyes bore a hole straight into mine and we smiled. He moved his head close to mine, and I moved in a little closer too. Ricky looked down to my lips, back into my eyes, and kissed me so passionately that my head rested back on the bed. When he finally pulled away, I was blushing and giggling like a raving lunatic.

Our miniature love-in was quickly ended when Simon walked by. He saw Ricky on top of someone, and took it as the perfect opportunity to foil whatever was going on. He crept up the ladder without either of us noticing, somehow, and jumped parallel on top of Ricky’s waist, creating a pig pile on little ol’ me.

“Shit man, what was that for?” Ricky asked with his face smushed into bed. Simon was laughing like a lunatic and refused to give a reason. Meanwhile, I was underneath all the hooplah, trying to keep breathing.

“Hey, did you guys forget I was under here?” I choked out and Simon muffled his laughing long enough to squeak out a “sorry” and roll off Ricky, straight onto the floor. Ricky climbed off me and peeked over the edge to see if Simon was alright. Simon got up, brushed himself off, and continued to the kitchen, chuckling to himself. Ricky turned to me just as I was readjusting myself from being smushed.

“Are you ok?” he asked as he crawled back over to me.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Me and the girls were just getting kinda smashed under all that.” Ricky gave me a puzzled look.

“The girls?” he said and I laughed. I pointed down at my chest and Ricky went “ooh,” and smiled.

“Maybe I can meet these friends of yours one day,” he said and kissed me again.

“Maybe, if you’re lucky.”

“Well, we are going to be in Las Vegas in a month. But I don’t think I can wait that long!” he said and dramatically fell back on the bed. I giggled, but before anything else could happen, my cell phone rang.



*****



By the time I got out of the bathroom from being on the phone, Nick and Peanut were in the kitchen making “dinner”. I should actually say that they were attempting to make pasta without all the water sloshing out whenever the bus hit a bump. The two of them had on stripey aprons and were running around the little kitchen. I stood back and watched, occasionally laughing whenever one of them messed up.

“Hey, if it’s so funny, why don’t you come in here and do this!” Nick said and covered the sauce pan.

“No, I’ll let you guys do it.” I said. A timer went off, Peanut shut it off and Nick turned off the burner under the pasta. I watched him lift the pan, bring it to the stove and drain it. Just as he was setting it down on the little counter, the bus hit the biggest bump I ever felt. Nick went flying up, with the pasta, and landed back on the floor. However, when his feet hit, they slipped out from under him and he landed on the floor. As you guessed it, the pot of pasta went flying in the air, and came crashing back down on his head. Peanut dropped his spoon where it was and went rushing to Nick, as did I.

“Are you ok man?” Peanut said, sliding to his knees next to the drummer. Apparently, the pot had only hit his shoulder and fell on the floor, but the pasta decided to land squarely on his head.

“Yeah, I think I’m ok. My shoulder is probable bruised, but otherwise I’m ok.” I started picking the pasta off of him and put it in the pot.

“The main problem I think right now,” Simon said appearing at the back of the room, with the rest of the bus, “is what we are going to have for dinner.” Everyone stood there thinking, and occasionally putting pasta off Nick into the pot.

“Hey, there’s this restaurant two exits away that has really good food. It’s a Vietnamese place, we could stop there. The bus driver just told me, so don’t go thinking I’m psychic or something,” Whitey said, and my mouth dropped open.

“What? I said I’m not psychic.”

“Oh,” I said realizing that I was kneeling there with my mouth agape, “It’s just that I’ve never heard you say anything before.” I smiled and the whole band laughed.

“That’s the way that most people react when they hear him for the first time”, Nick said, still picking pasta off him.

“Well hey, if this restaurant is only two exits away, go tell the driver!” Peanut said and Whitey dashed off to the front of the bus. Simon walked over to Nick, picked a noodle off his shoulder, and helped him up. I walked over to the counter to get some paper towels to wipe up the floor. As I walked back to the center of the kitchen, I slipped on a noodle and started to fall backwards. Luckily, Nick turned around at the right moment and reached out to catch my fall. We were in end-of-the-limbo position, with a piece of noodle dangling from his head. I reached up, picked off the noodle and wiggled it in his face. He laughed and propped me up. I tossed the noodle into the pot and got on my knees to wipe up the floor. If I wanted to, I could have kissed Nick then and there. However, that wouldn’t have been fair to Ricky. I could feel him watching me the whole time Nick was breaking my fall, and I knew it wasn’t sitting right with him. This was why when Ricky knelled next to me on the floor, I turned the flirt on full blast. We were throwing noodles at each other, trying to knock each other onto the floor. A few minutes later, we felt the bus come to a stop and the bus driver yelled “All of you that wanna eat, get the hell out of the bus!”