My Kind of Guy - Pt 2

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.


It must have been quite a sight: two tour busses pulled into the parking lot of “Vietnamese Delight”, and out piled the five Kaiser boys, five interns, and five PTB. The PTB went into the restaurant first and warned the owners about our entrance. They were nice enough to secure us a private room, only if the boys signed a menu for their wall.

We sat down at the table, with the PTB at one end, the interns next to them, and the Kaisers at the other head. I was sitting next to Ricky, acting as sort of the bridge between the band and the interns. We were talking aimlessly about sneakers, childhood soccer games, and male pattern baldness when Simon interrupted me.

“Why is it that you’re the only one who’s made any kind of effort to get to know us?” Simon whispered from across the table.

“What do you mean?” I asked from over my cup of tea.

“I mean, the other interns have sort of kept to themselves. Like, they talk to us and everything, but it’s been all fan-based stuff. Like how much they love us, when they saw us, and things like that. But you’re different, I’ve noticed. I mean, even here, right now, you’re talking to us like people, not rock stars or something.” I grinned and blushed, mostly from Simon’s little speech, but also because Ricky had just taken my hand under the table. We looked at each other, and we knew exactly why I was getting so close to the band. Then, as if by cue, the intern next to Peanut began engaging him in typical fan discourse. The whole band laughed, and Peanut just glared.



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“This is….AMAZING!” I said over my dessert of ginger ice cream. In fact, the whole meal had been amazing, but the desert pushed it over the edge.

“I second that,” Nick said and patted Whitey on the back. “Thanks for the suggestion buddy.” We all thanked him, all the way down to the PTB.

“Lemme try some of that,” Ricky said, pointing at my ice cream. I nodded, scooped a spoonful, and fed it into Ricky’s open, waiting mouth. The whole band let out groans of disgust, and I just shrugged. Ricky made a yummy sound as he wiped his mouth, then smiled at me. The band stopped making noises and stared at us open-mouthed. It was apparent that they found out about us, even though we weren’t officially dating. We just liked each other and like to fool around together. This was short lived, though, because Ricky got out of his seat, got down on one knee, and took my hand.

“Will you go out with me?” he asked, looking up into my eyes. The band was silent, the interns were mumbling, and the PTB were trying to figure out the tip. I looked around at everyone there before meeting back up with Ricky’s cool, blue, penetrating eyes. I smiled, nodded, and told him I would love to go out with him. Our table erupted into cheers, but was quickly silenced by the owners coming over to collect the bill. Ricky pulled out my chair and helped me with my coat as we all left the restaurant.

As we walked out, making our way to the bus, an issue arose. We couldn’t find the bus. We were stranded in the middle of Massachusetts, I didn’t even know where we were, and we couldn’t find the busses.

“They’re over there!” Simon shouted and pointed down the road in the middle of a parking lot.

“I guess we’ll just have to walk over there then,” I said and we began our trek to the busses. We barely made it across the street before a crowd of indie kids spotted us.

“Ricky! Ricky! Over here!” one shouted and the group ran over to us.

“Should we run away?” Simon asked and got into sprinting position.

“I don’t think so, they probably don’t want to hurt us, since they know us and everything,” Chris, the editor intern said.

“Yeah, well Mark David Chapman asked John Lennon for his autograph before he shot him, so I don’t think that’s a valid argument,” I said. The boys looked at each other worriedly before looking back to the group of kids continually encroaching.

“There’s just enough room between us and them that we could get a running start,” Nick trailed off. Suddenly, the kids stopped dead in their tracks and a car pulled up behind them. A middle-aged woman was in the front seat and yelled something to the kids. They put up a protest, pointing at us, and finally hung their heads low and got into the car.

“Ah, good ol’ mum,” Whitey said and the car pulled away in the other direction. We continued to walk to the buses, and we made it there without any further incidences. The PTB piled into one bus and the rest of us into the other.

“Ok,” Nick said when we all got into the bus and it started moving, “we’re going to play a little get-to-know-each-other game, so I want everyone in a vague circle, right here.” Nick pointed a circumference around them and everyone sat down. I ended up on Ricky’s lap to save space. Well, we could have had the entire country so sit down on and I still would have sat on his lap.

“I do believe you are all familiar with Truth or Dare?” Nick said with a sly grin and we all groaned.

“Come on, we’re not in the sixth form any more man,” Whitey said, but Nick held up his hand.

“You were all complaining about how the new guys don’t let us know anything personal about them, and this is probably the more-fun alternative to ‘Two Truths and a Lie’.”

“Fine, but you start,” I said. “Truth or dare?” Nick scratched his head for a second.

“Truth.”

“Wimp.” Peanut quipped.

“Hey, I’m starting gradually.”

“Hmmm,” I thought. “If you could have anyone in the world, and I mean anyone, in your bed for a one-night stand, who would it be?” everyone was staring intently at Nick while he thought about this answer.

“This is completely off-record, alright? I don’t wanna see any of this end up on the DVD, ok?” we all nodded and Nick cleared his throat.

“She’s not famous, she was my neighbor for a few years back in Leeds –”

“Candice?!” Simon exclaimed, rubbing his hands together.

“No…” Nick said, then grinned like the cat who ate the canary. “Her sister.” The whole band erupted into applause, while us interns simply shrugged.

“Ok, ok,” he said and held his silencing hands up again. “It’s my turn now.” He scanned the crowd before pointing an accusing finger at the first camera person. “You, what’s your name?”

“Alicia,” she said nervously.

“Alicia, truth or dare?” she thought very carefully about this, And I didn’t blame her.

“Umm, I’ll take truth.” She said, playing with her hair.

“Ok then…. Which one of us would you most like to partake in a wild night of passion with?” she turned eight shades of red and scanned the group.

“Don’t let my current relationship deter you,” Ricky said and covered my eyes. “She’ll never know,” he said playfully and I pushed his hand off my eyes. I looked dow at him and he kissed me on the cheek.

“Actually,” Alicia started to say, “I was going to pick Simon, sorry Ricky.” Everyone looked at the bassist, who was turning as red as she was.

“This magic moment…” Nick started singing and everyone laughed, but we knew that before the tour was over, something was going to happen between them.

“Ok, pick someone,” I said and she scanned the room.

“Simon, truth or dare?” she asked. I couldn’t believe that she picked him. Even if he picked dare, she couldn’t ask him to do anything with her, it would be way too obvious. I was going to do it for her, but alas, I haven’t exactly honed in on my psychic ability as much as I would like to have.

“Hmmm, I’ll keep the pattern going and say truth.”

“You’re all a bunch of pansies, you are,” Ricky said and tightened his grip around my waist.

“Hey,” Simon said, pointing at him, “you shut up.” Everyone laughed and Alicia cleared her throat.

“Umm… my question…is…erm…” I knew where she was going with this. I changed my mind about her, she knew what she was doing.

“Will you go out with me?” she finished. Everyone looked from her to Simon, back to her, and repeated this for about a minute because that’s how long it took him to decide.

“Yeah, I’ll og out with you.” The bus cheered again, and Nick buried his face in his hands.

“This game was supposed to be used to get to know people!”

“Well, I hate to inform you, but you picked the one game that causes the most hook-ups other than Twister, so what do you expect?” I said.

“Ugh, good point. Hey, Simon, pick someone.” He looked around the circle for a little while, then pointed at me.

“You, truth or dare?”

“Like you need to ask, we all know she’s going to pick truth like everyone else,” Peanut said.

“Dare.”

“See? She picked – hey! She picked dare!” everyone stared right at me. I knew it was a stupid thing to do, given the nature of the previous questions asked. But hey, how many other times do I get to play Truth or Dare with my favorite band?

“Ok…here it goes…”