Oreos
for Breakfast - Chapter 11
By
The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin
Coach
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"Mommy!" I yelled into my cell phone, and she laughed.
"What, sweetheart?"
"I'm gonna be on TRL! Like, live and in the studio!"
"Rachel, honey, that's amazing!" she cried, thrilled, I could hear it in her voice. In the span of two weeks my mother was now a devoted fan of TRL and MTV. They even set up a TV with cable in the wine tasting room so no one would miss it.
Dad would have been that excited, too, I thought. No, I couldn't do that now, I couldn't think about how pleased he would have been about all of this.
"You have to come. You and the girls and whoever can get away. We're in New York right now, we've got press and we're doing a signing at Virgin Records at noon. Wake the girls up and get them in the car and meet us there."
"Can you do that, sweetie? Won't you be busy, won't we just be in the way?"
"No, definitely not! You might end up just sitting at MTV while we do interviews, but I somehow think the girls will love that a little. Get to Virgin, and find Lola, she'll take care of you."
Lola smiled over at me, and I wrapped an arm around her waist, grinning. This was going to be great.
The only thing missing was Nick. I wished he could have come, but he couldn't, we both knew that. This needed to be my day, Sudden Silence's day. No Backstreet fans hanging out just to see Nick.
"Alright. What if there's a mob at the record store, how do we get in?"
"There won't be a mob." A few people, maybe. Not millions. "Just go up to the door and tell the guy there that you need to see Lola, that'll be good."
"LeBon," Lola whispered, and I looked up at her.
"What?"
"LeBon," she repeated. "It's the magic word of the day. Anyone gives them grief, say 'LeBon' and poof! All access."
"Alright," I shrugged. "LeBon is the magic word, Mommy. See you soon?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world, baby girl."
I hung up my phone and smiled at Lola. "I love my Mommy."
James clicked off his phone and came over to us. "Let me guess. Your mom is coming."
"Let me guess," I responded. "Your parents aren't."
"They are so unadventurous!" he complained. "The city is so scary, I'll be too busy, oh, they'll watch us, and they can't wait. Dad almost sounded… proud." James shuddered at that and we both laughed.
I took his hand. "How in the world did they produce you, my dear boy?"
"I wonder that every day, Rache," he laughed. He wasn't hurt that his parents weren't coming and my mom was, was he? His parents were older, in their 60s, it had always been difficult to get them to venture into the City, and they certainly never understood our music. They were lovely, and they adored James, for all his boyfriends and bleached hair and earrings. But they never understood him.
Lola's cell phone rang, and she stepped away from me to answer it, so I hugged James. "You okay?" I asked him, and he nodded, kissing my cheek.
"I'm scared to death, but I'm fine."
"What if we tank, James?" I worried. "What if we do a signing and no one shows up?"
"Does the single not exist?" Darien interjected, bumping into me purposefully.
"Hell, do we know what it looks like?" Jeremy wondered. We'd looked at cover art, all photos by Em the day we shot the video, but we never heard back from Amber what the final decision was. It was bit of a rush, this single. We'd just laid down the extra tracks last week and I wasn't even sure if they were still using them. I'd let Lola and Amber do most of the talking, suddenly with press and the shows, it was all too much. I knew soon we'd have to think about getting a manager, but everything else was too overwhelming. That would wait.
"What if there was a fuck-up and it's not ready, and we're here for nothing?" I wailed. I could have been in the California wine country with my boyfriend, staying at a romantic country inn and boring him with my knowledge of grapes.
"It's here. Let's go, kiddies!" Lola commanded, opening the door to the taxi line and looking around. "There," she said, pointing at a long black limo. "Music 3." That was the license plate number. Was that… ours?
She pushed Jeremy in the general direction of the limo. "Our chariot awaits. Amber tells me she had a box of the singles put in there, if you want to see the cover art. She's meeting us at the radio station, so be nice!"
"There had better be champagne in there," Darien whispered, and I giggled.
"Are real New York bagels too much to ask?" I wondered as Lola held open the door and we all piled in.
We had both, along with every sort of cream cheese. I instinctively reached for my phone and Jeremy grabbed my arm.
"Rache?" He questioned and I saw it in his eyes. This was our day and he didn't want to be reminded every moment that I was missing Nick. I smiled at him and slid my phone back in my pocket as James ripped open the box on the floor.
"DUDE!" Darien yelled as James passed him a copy.
Wow, the singles looked amazing. Was that my little bar band? We looked so… so… grown up? Professional?
"Damn, we look like a real band," Jeremy laughed as he popped open the case and looked at the inside photo, reading every word out loud. Credits. Copyright. Everything. Darien found his video camera in his bag and pointed it on Jeremy as he read and James made faces in the background, making us all crack up. Yeah, this was my little bar band.
I beamed at him when he finished, "We are a real band, J! Can we play it?"
Darien looked around for the CD player and popped the single in. In two seconds my voice boomed from the speakers and James leaned over, turning the volume up to 10, opening the moon roof and standing up in the middle of the limo to scream out of the top. We were very happy indeed when we stumbled out at the Z100 studios.
My phone rang and I answered it, barely awake. It must be Rachel, right? Who else would be calling me at 6 a.m.? She was in New York, it was later there.
Shouldn't she be on the radio?
"Hey," I mumbled, sitting straight up when I heard Frank's voice barking at me.
"Where the hell are you, little man? Bumfuck Iowa is one thing without a bodyguard, but New York fucking City?"
"Dude, chill out. I'm in Bumfuck Bakersfield."
He was quiet for a moment, and I could just see his scowl. Ha! I wasn't that stupid, not all the time.
"I thought you were joined at the hip to your girlfriend."
"Well, I would be. But I thought it was a bad idea to be there in New York today, I didn't want to get in the way. Hey, how do you know she's there?"
"I know you've never noticed, but the headquarters for your security team is in New York. I'm working. And listening to the radio."
Damnit. I meant to listen to that, but we got in late and I just fell into bed. I climbed out of bed to find my computer. Z100 was online, right?
"Who are you working for today?" I asked him, yawning as I plugged it in and it started to boot up.
"It might be your girlfriend, they're talking about all the kids outside waiting for them."
"Really?" That was so cool. Rachel was saying last night before they left for the airport that no one would show up for the signing.
"Yeah, that's what got my attention, punk ass. Barricades and police and there's a signing this afternoon?"
"At Virgin," I told him. "Two? Noon? I forget."
"Do they have security yet?"
"Uh…" Steve was usually the bodyguard, but he was here with me, driving the bus. "No."
Someone got them security for today, right? Lola or Amber, they must have thought of that.
"I'm going. You're paying me for this."
"Whatever. Want Lola's cell number?"
"I already have it. Bye."
If I yawned, would all of New York hear me? James and Jeremy were talking up the single, and I leaned back for a second. They didn't need me for this. I could take 20 seconds off from being witty, right?
I glanced over to the control room, looking to see how good Lola was being with Amber. Thank god we had her to run interference.
A huge guy was yelling at her, and I worried for a second until I realized it was Frank.
Frank! What was Frank doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be in Texas with his boyfriend?
I elbowed James, motioning towards the control room, and he shot me a surprised look when he realized it was Frank. I just shrugged at him, pulling off my headphones and slipping out of my seat as soon as the DJ cut to a station break. Jeremy reached out to stop me, but I ignored him.
Darien hollered at me to turn and wave at the camera and I flipped him off, making them all laugh. Darien and that damned video camera of his. I was gonna steal it when he wasn't looking and take out the battery! I knew I looked like hell, rumpled from trying to sleep on the plane and all. This look did not need to be immortalized in Darien's "behind the scenes of Sudden Silence" video archive.
"Your security is fucking nonexistent, if I managed to get up here. Give me the schedule, I've got to make some calls. They're not leaving this building until I say they can."
"Oh, Frank, stop yelling at Lola, it's not nice."
He stopped yelling and turned to smile at me. I put an arm around his waist, giving him a kiss. "Well, she should have thought of getting you some security for today," he grumbled.
"Are you gonna be our knight in shining armor?"
"Yeah, your punkass boyfriend is paying for me."
I grinned over at Lola. "Don't be scared of him, he's all talk." She looked a little doubtful at that.
"You've never seen me in action, darlin'," Frank warned. "I'm way more than talk."
I noticed that the boys were waving at me frantically, and I giggled. "Speaking of talk, I guess I should go work. Lola, really, he's a pussycat. Just do what he says and everyone will be happy."
I slid into my seat just as the DJ brought us back live. "And here's Rachel, back just in time," he teased.
"I had to say hi to our new bodyguard," I laughed. "We've never had a bodyguard before, it's all terribly exciting."
I guess Frank was there. I grinned, listening to her happy voice. This was sorta cool, knowing exactly what was happening on the other side of the country.
And I was glad Frank was there, the DJ's kept teasing them about the crowd of fans outside, and I was starting to worry. All of Sudden Silence loved their fans, they'd stop and talk to them every chance they got. That was cool, but not always a good idea. I read their boards, and my boards, and some people were starting to hate them.
Well, Rachel. Most of my fans liked her, and thought she was cool and good for me, but a few of them said horrible things about her, and I knew enough to worry about that. We got death threats and obsessed fans all the time, and it could get scary. What if one of them was in the crowd today, and there was no one in between Rachel and them?
Frank was there, I didn't have to worry. He'd take care of her.
I picked up their schedule and studied it. They were at Z100 for another hour, finishing this up and then doing station ID's and signing CD's and all those other stupid things we had to do at radio stations. By then, Frank would have figured out the back entrance, and even more, figured out how to get them to their hotel. It was some little snobby hotel off Times Square, they had day rooms and were doing press there before doing the signing.
Shit, that only gave me an hour to get her room filled with flowers, didn't it?
My head was spinning as we followed Lola down the hall to our rooms.
Our rooms. This was one of the best hotels we'd ever been in, we all knew that from the second we stepped into the lobby, and we had rooms here for just the day. We had 30 minutes to shower and change, then we were going downstairs to one of the meeting rooms for press. Lola told us if we had any free time, we could come back to our rooms, but I didn't see that happening.
This day got more surreal by the second. The label was actually paying for us to stay at this amazing hotel for half a day. We were being ferried around in a limo. Hell, we flew first class. I had to stop James from stealing all the alcohol his carry on would hold. We'd never flown first class before. Well, I did coming back from London when Dad died, because Em got my ticket… Stop it, Rachel! No morbid thoughts today. Today was a good day. A great day, in fact.
And thank god Frank showed up, because we were nearly mobbed coming out of the radio station. Mobbed. My little bar band. I'd felt like Nick for a moment, just signing everything that was thrust in front of me, and ignoring the flashbulbs as they went off. I never did that, we'd usually have maybe a couple dozen fans outside the venue, and I'd talk to them all and pose for photos and hell, that was weird enough.
Lola had collected an entire box of presents for us in those five minutes outside the studio, and we were all too weirded out to look at them. She and Amber explained the plan and we just listened, silent. Darien even put down his camera at that point, listening intently to Amber and Lola instruct us about the rest of our day.
We needed half an hour to get our heads around what was happening. The next few hours would be fine, we could do press. But the signing? I was no longer afraid that no one would show up. Now I was worried that it would be a mob scene.
We took our keys and scattered into our respective rooms, and I shut the door carefully, leaning my forehead against the cool wood and breathing slowly.
It was so scary when all your dreams started to come true.
We had a single that people wanted to buy, and a video firmly settled in the daily countdown on MTV. We were on a headlining tour and I had a boyfriend that I adored. What was going to go wrong?
I let myself panic for a minute, then shook my head. Dude, melodramatic much? This was not going to last forever, so why worry about that? Enjoy every fucking second of it for as long as it lasts.
Taking a deep breath, I turned around to see my deluxe room that I only got to enjoy for a few minutes.
Okay, was it normal to have every surface obscured by flowers, or did my boyfriend do that? I knew it was him when I spied the stuffed bunny sitting on the coffee table. Hugging it to my chest, I sank onto the couch, punching in his number.
10:02 her time. I expected the call about five minutes ago, they must be running late.
"Oh, bunny," she sighed. "You are so amazing."
I laughed. "Then I guess they got the flowers done. I had to call Lola for the code word, they didn't believe me!"
"Did you send Frank?" she asked. "We need him, and we need code words. It was a mob scene out there, Nick!"
She sounded a little scared and a little excited at the same time. "I knew it would be, Rache. They love you. And I didn't send him, he called when he heard you on the radio, because he thought I was with you."
"He's so sweet. I think Lola's scared to death of him, he was yelling at her for not getting us security."
They didn't have anyone? How could they do that?
Or was that just my life that was so weird that I thought I always needed a bodyguard with me?
Rachel was going on, and I let her. "But she didn't think of it, none of us did. I think we're all a little shell shocked right now. Even Amber."
I wanted to hug her so bad that my arms were aching. She sounded pretty freaked out.
"You should see the single… my little band looks so grown up. They played it twice on Z100 and we were blasting it in the limo on the way to the station. The limo, baby! And you should see this hotel, Nick! It's fucking amazing and we're here for 30 fucking minutes!"
"I know," I said, looking at her schedule. "You have press at 10:30."
"I wish I could shower with the phone," she said softly, and I laughed.
"I wish I was there to wash your back. I'll let you go, you have things to do. Is your mom coming?"
"Yeah," she said, and I could feel her smile through the phone. "I should call her and tell her to meet us here, maybe."
"Where did you tell her to meet you?"
"The signing."
"Fool," I said, making her laugh. "They won't be able to get near you. Go call your mom and take a shower and be gorgeous. I can't wait to see you on TRL."
"I love you, bunny. I miss you."
"I wish I was there, Rache." God, did I. How many times had we joked about rock star sex in the back of limos? Knowing she was being ushered around in a limo all day just fueled my fantasies. I had a feeling there were a lot of cold showers on my schedule for the day. "Have a great day. I'll call you a million times and leave mushy messages."
"You mean you haven't already?" she giggled.
"Listen to your voicemail, baby."
I hung up, listening to her laugh. I loved that sound.
A couple hours later, I let myself back into my hotel room, grinning at the laughter I heard. "I heard my best fans are in here!" I called out, and I was immediately attacked by nieces. I hugged them tightly, smiling at my mom as the girls chattered on, about the room and Frank and how Nick called on the hotel phone and they picked up and it was him!
Oh, my god, that was James' mom sitting on the couch smiling at me. I thought she wasn't coming?
Frank told me they got in about an hour ago, but he didn't mention Cynthia was with them. He just told me he settled them into my room before coming back to make sure no stray fans or weird stalkers were wandering the halls, or whatever the hell it was that he was doing. I'd forgotten about scary don't fuck with me Frank, I was used to the nice guy who cooked amazing meals in my kitchen in Long Island.
Listening to the girls talk, I was suddenly overwhelmed by homesickness. I just wanted to stand on my deck and look at the ocean. That would make me feel centered again.
But in the meantime I'd hug my mom and that would help. I let the girls go and fell into Mommy's arms for a minute. She hugged me tightly, whispering that she loved me, and I felt better.
Then I held out my arms to Cynthia and she gave me a good Mom hug, too. "James said you weren't coming!" I told her, stepping back.
"Your mother refused to take no for an answer," she smiled, looking over at Mom.
I should have figured that. The Packards drove my parents slightly insane. The Packards were quiet and sedate and acted every year of their 60s. My parents were crazy hippies that were always up for an adventure. Luckily they all got along, and I know my dad had convinced the Packards that maybe this rock band thing wasn't the end of the world.
So of course my mom was not about to let Cynthia not be here when we were on MTV. She knew as well as I did how much this would mean to James.
Cynthia probably didn't even know what MTV was.
"Jim was sweet enough to help out at the vineyard," Mom told me, referring to James' dad. "We're so busy, it was difficult to spare me today, so he stepped in." She smiled at Cynthia. "Aren't you glad you came? Isn't it fun, acting like a rock star?"
I laughed. "I think you guys are getting to enjoy it more than I am, I was in this room for about 20 minutes to shower. Pretty nice, isn't it? The flowers are not standard, much to James' dismay. Nick did that."
"He told us we could have them," Katie told me. "Because you won't be able to take them back to California."
"He's right, and I was gonna tell you the same thing. The bunny's mine, though!" I said, grabbing it off the table where I'd left it. "Okay, did Frank tell you what's going on today?"
They shook their heads, but Mom held up our schedule. "Are we up to lunch?"
"Yes," I giggled. "We are up to lunch. I need to a change of clothes for TRL and then we can go down and eat with the boys in the conference room. You might have to listen to some boring discussion about how the signing will work, but you can be quiet, right, girls?"
They nodded seriously.
"Frank said he'd take care of you at the signing, he'll probably find you someplace where you can watch without getting crushed. And then after the signing, where do we go?" I asked the girls.
"MTV!" they screamed in unison. "Do you think we can meet Carson?" Colleen asked hopefully, and I had to kiss her.
"I will see what I can do," I promised. Well, what Lola could do, more like. She and Amber both told me that having Mom and the girls with us would be fine. They'd be in the audience, I hadn't told the girls that. They might die of excitement, knowing they'd possibly be on screen. "Alright, girlies, give me two seconds to pack and we can get some lunch. Do I look good? Should I change for the signing?"
Why did I ask? Now they had to see what else I had packed, and it was 15 minutes before we got downstairs again, and by then half the pizza was gone. Bastards.
James started to smile at the girls, but then saw his mom and his whole face lit up. "Mom!" he yelled, jumping up from his chair to hug her. "You came!"
"Kate would not take no for an answer," she said, hugging him tightly. I saw James grin at my mom over his mom's shoulder, before Cynthia stepped back and surveyed him.
"Does the hair have to be blue, James?"
"Yes," he laughed, happy with his mom's disapproval for once. "It was bluer," he teased. "Did you not see the video?"
"Why do I think that was Rachel's doing?" Cynthia asked, smiling over at me, and I pouted at her.
"He made me! It was all his idea! See these red streaks? He did that!" I whined, motioning towards my hair.
"They're cool," Katie said next to me. "Can you do that to me?"
I shook my head at her. "Your mom would kill me. When you grow up and become a rock star, then I'll do it."
It took 15 minutes of teasing and introductions, but finally we settled down enough so that Amber and Lola could tell us what was going on for the signing. The moms sat at the end of the table, and the girls stood behind me, braiding my hair. Hell, maybe I'd start a new trend. I noticed quite a few 'wanton sex goddess' shirts out there.
"My guy at Virgin tells me there's a few hundred kids out there," Amber informed us, and we all froze. "Maybe a thousand."
A thousand? THOUSAND?
"How in the world can we sign a thousand autographs in two hours?" I wondered, and Amber shrugged.
"You probably can't. We had no idea it would be this big, but TRL waits for no band."
"Dude, that is so uncool. It's hot out there!" Darien said. "They've been waiting for us, and we might not get to them?"
"Can we do a show instead?" wondered Jeremy, and Lola shook her head.
"Your equipment is in Bakersfield, remember?"
"Right," James said. "How about we start signing now and we can give stuff out to the guys still in line?"
"Can we go back after we shoot TRL?" I asked.
"Industry dinner," Amber informed us, and I met James' eyes, about to say something, but she went on. "Which you are not missing. You will get to most of the kids in two hours."
I fucking hated business Amber. And I was just starting to like her, too.
"Hey, the kids in the back must be lame fans, right?" Lola tried to joke, and I just had to smile at her.
"Totally!" Darien said. "Getting there at midnight to be first in line, now that's real devotion. Screw those latecomers!"
Darien could always make me laugh, and we all did, the momentary tension breaking.
"There were kids there at midnight," Amber informed us, and we all stared at her. That was a joke. No way did we have fans that devoted.
"Really?" I whispered, and she shrugged, giving me a bemused smile.
"Yes. Really. Just a few a midnight, but there were 20 kids in line by the time the store opened. Over a hundred by ten, and its been growing since then."
Wow. I looked over at James and his eyes were as wide as mine.
"Midnight?" Jeremy said. "Can we get them on TRL or something?" Sometimes I remembered why I loved Jeremy.
Lola and Amber exchanged a look. "Sure," Lola shrugged. "I'll make a call."
"Rachel's phone!" a little voice chirped, and I laughed to myself.
"Is this Colleen or Katie?" I asked.
"Colleen," she said, excited. "Hi, Nick!"
"Now, why do you keep answering the phone when I'm trying to get your aunt?" I teased. I wasn't really trying to get Rachel, I was just going to leave a message that she could listen to later. They should be at the signing now. I had on the feed of Z100, they were talking about how many kids were waiting out at Virgin. I knew there was a web page of Times Square, with a live web cam, we'd looked at it when we were at MTV before, and I had that up. There were hundreds of kids out there, maybe a thousand or more.
"She's busy! Katie has Darien's video camera and I got Aunt Rachel's phone. Although Darien said I get to use it, too!" Colleen informed me through her giggles. I could hear the younger Katie in the background whining to someone that she was using the camera. Did this mean Darien was filming everything? Awesome!
"Hey…" Colleen could be my spy. "Col, tell me what's happening. Are you at the signing?"
"Yeah. There are lots of people here, Nick! It's amazing!"
"Of course there are lots of people. Rachel's cooler than me, and I have plenty of fans. Are they signing? Did they start on time?"
"Totally. They had to. Did you know that Frank's here? He's bodyguarding me today!"
"Is he? He's supposed to be guarding Rachel!" I joked.
"He is, mostly," she admitted. "But he's up here with me and Katie and Grandma and Mrs. P now."
"Who's Mrs. P?" I asked. Did I know a Mrs. P? Rachel's first grade teacher, probably.
"Cynthia. James' mom!"
"Oh!" I said, surprised. Didn't Rachel or James tell me his parents were really old? "That's cool, all the moms are there, huh?"
Jeremy was from Minneapolis, so his parents couldn't be there. Where the hell was Darien from? I never asked.
"Yeah, they're cool," Colleen said.
"You're not too embarrassed, being there with your grandma?" I teased, and she giggled again.
"Better than my dad!" she told me and I laughed.
"I'm gonna tell him you said that! Alright, where's the band?"
"They're downstairs, where they sell books?"
We did a performance right there once, before we were big. It was this big showcase thing, and very weird.
"And Frank and Grandma and Katie and Cynthia and me are upstairs watching. Hey, she waved!"
I lost her for a minute, as she giggled at Rachel. "Hey, Col, do me a favor?"
"What?" she wondered.
"Get Frank to take you downstairs to Rachel." He could do that, right? Rachel could take two minutes to talk to her niece. "And tell her two things. One, that Backstreet once did a performance right there where she's sitting. And two, tell her that I love her."
Colleen giggled more and I felt myself blushing. Should I really entrust that to a 9-year old?
"Should I take the phone?"
"No, that's okay." I knew Rachel wouldn't talk to me anyway, she was too busy for that. "And be quiet when you talk to her. Whisper."
"Duh!" she complained, and I could just see that eye roll. "Bye, Nick!"
"Bye, honey."
"Aunt Rachel!" I heard behind me, and I smiled at the girl in front of me.
"Give me two seconds, honey?" I asked her, and she nodded. She was one of the mute ones. I wasn't sure who amused me more, the mute ones that were so overwhelmed that they couldn't speak, or the ones that saw us and just started babbling about how great we were and how hot the boys were and how awesome I was. A few even summoned the courage to tell me how lucky I was to be dating a Backstreet Boy.
All of it was pretty ego inflating. I felt like the coolest girl ever today.
I turned around to Colleen, smiling up at Frank. He was up there with my family, making sure they were okay, I loved that about him. "What, sweetie?"
"Nick just called," she whispered, and I leaned closer to her.
"Did he?"
"He said to tell you that Backstreet performed right here once, and it was very weird."
I glanced around quickly. They performed here? That would be weird. It was just a store floor, there wasn't a lot of room for people to wait. Did they have a stage or something?
Colleen leaned very close, whispering in my ear. "And he said he loves you!" she giggled, and I hugged her.
"If he calls again, tell him I say that back."
What was this, junior high? Was he going to pass me notes next? I kissed the top of her head and let her go, looking up at Frank. "Will this line ever end?"
"No," he said calmly.
Lola appeared next to James. "MTV is here, they want to film a thing where you pick out your favorite CDs."
Jeremy and Darien heard that, and all four of us started whining. We had an adoring public to greet!
Oh my god, I loved being popular. My jaw hurt from smiling so hard.
"Relax!" Lola barked. "Each of you give me a list of ten, store staff will grab them, and then we're going to film right here behind you. It'll take 15 minutes, tops."
Oh. Okay. James and I spoke at the same time. "Backstreet."
I laughed, looking at him. "The first one. I don't have it, and I feel the potential for embarrassment is high."
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