Description: Gabs and Brian cause a few problems at an N'Sync concert.
Author's note: I know I'm disappointing a few people by writing an N'Sync story, but hey, they already made an appearance in ‘Getting N'Sync', so it's no big deal, right? Ha, I thought so. Anyway - I got a few requests for another Gabie & Brian story (and Gabs has a knife to my throat to write her another one) so here it goes. Hope you enjoy this!
Hang on here we go!
"Sign one?"
"Check."
"Sign two?"
"Check."
"Sign three, four, five and six?"
"Check, duck, punch and kick."
Brian gave Gabie a side ways glance. Unfortunately she couldn't see him because it was pitch black and she had her head down. "This is important Gabs."
"No it's not! You know it's not!" Gabie laughed.
"Moving on- rope?"
"Nope!"
"Gabie! Where's the rope?"
"You have it! You twit!"
Brian grumbled. "Oh yeah . . ."
"Look we're ready, already! I'm going in for a landing! Now you're sure this is the right door?" Gabie asked for the third time.
"Yes - okay then go - but don't forget to-"
"I know!" She snapped. With that, she slipped a thin hook like object under the door. She twisted it up so that the end caught on the door, and pulled. The emergency exit door slid open and Gabie hurried through before the alarm went off.
Justin waited quietly in the ‘green room' by the door to on stage. He wasn't really nervous. He was far to used to performing for large audiences for that to be an issue, but he still felt a quiet anticipation. He could hear the girls screaming in the audience.
"Hey Justin! Anybody home?" J.C. called to his friend.
"No," Justin replied. "Please leave a message at the tone."
"What - you nervous?" Chris laughed.
"Nah, I just, I don't know," Justin shrugged.
"Here we go," J.C. nodded. The group proceeded to hurry on stage.
Gabie waited in the audience. She was near the front row holding a big sign. Gabs didn't exactly have a seat, she was being slightly pushed toward the front of the stage by the crowds of girls. It was exciting to plan something like this. It was even more exciting to think that she and Brian and their beautiful friendship could actually pull it off. It was all very exciting. "Anything's possible," Gabs thought to herself.
Just then the music started and five unrecognizable figures dressed in ‘Hi, I'm a space Martian kinda guy' suits, with big bug motorcycle helmets, rushed on stage.
With a sly smile, Gabie pulled the white sheet off the sign and held it up for all of N'Sync to see.
Joey was trying hard to concentrate on his dance steps. They were funky and pretty complex. It would be easy to mess up, and no good could come of that. Just as Joey did a pip kick, he saw it. It was a big white sign with huge, bold red lettering. It was almost impossible to miss and Joey couldn't help wanting to read it. He found himself almost drawn to it.
He paused his dance completely. Justin, who was directly behind him, but of course no one else knew that, banged into him. Suddenly Century Hall was filled with a shout of: "What the fuck?"
The screams of fans quieted for a moment, until it was eerily silent in the audience. J.C. slipped and landed on his butt from the surprise. The other members of N'Sync stopped dancing to glare at Justin.
Behind his shiny, bug motorcycle helmet, Justin bit his lip. "Opps - Nookie."
The music continued playing as the stunned ‘bug-motorcycle-helmet-space-Martian-kinda-guys' stood motionless on stage. J.C. got it back together first and he counted them in as if nothing had happened.
"5, 6, 7, 8!" All the Martians fell into place.
But just then, the sign caught Joey's eye once more. This time he could read it clearly. It read, in big, bold, bright red letters: J.C. LIKES VIBRATORS!
He stopped dancing. He read the words over again. Sure enough, the sign read: J.C. LIKES VIBRATORS!
"What the fu- J.C. likes vibrators?" The words broadcast through the hall.
Once again, the Martians paused their march. Then the music stopped and the Martians disappeared back stage.
"What the fuck?" Joey asked the rest of N'Sync. "What the hell was that?"
Lance's eyes went wide. "What the hell - it was your fault!"
"Say it!" Chris warned. "Say it!"
"No!" Joey cried. "That sign! That sign in the audience! What the hell was that?"
J.C. gave his friend a pitying look. "What sign Joey?"
"The one with the big, red letters!" Joey squealed. He couldn't believe they hadn't noticed it. "The one that said J.C. likes vibrators!"
Justin gave him a doubtful look. "How much sleep did you get last night, pal?"
Joey's eyes bugged out of his head. "How could you not see it? It was right there!"
Lance and Chris exchanged a worried glance. "Dipping into the pixie sticks again, buddy?" Chris asked.
Joey gritted his teeth. "No! Fine, forget it. Let's just finish this thing."
Gabie smiled to herself. That had gone extraordinarily well. Now, moving onward and upward. Gabie peeled sign one from the base and sign two blared forward.
N'Sync got into their positions on stage. The lights broke the darkness as the music started and Justin began to sing.
"You're all I ever wanted. You're all I ever needed, yeah, so-" Something caught Justin's eye - just as something had caught Joey's eye - and he tried to look again. The routine was so ingrained into his mind that he didn't miss a word, but he still wanted - no - needed to see what was out there. Unfortunately the blinding lights made it near impossible. The song began to speed up and Justin moved closer to the front of the stage.
Then - he saw it again. This time he could focus on it more clearly. It was a large, neon yellow sign, with big, blue, block letters which read: LANCE IS HAIRLESS!
Justin was surprised into silence. J.C. gave him a meaningful glance, but Justin's attention remained wrapped around the sign: LANCE IS HAIRLESS!
Gabie could tell that everything was working out perfectly. As the song ‘I Want You Back' finished, she pulled sign two off to reveal the next layer - sign three.
Chris didn't know what was up with Justin and Joey - he was too focused on the pleasant and melodic harmony he was singing. He enjoyed performing so much - it was a part of him. The girls scream. They wave their ‘WE LOVE YOU!' signs in the air. It was all a rush.
His eyes scanned the crowd once more - they caught on something. It was a big, bright, neon green sign with funny, dark pink bubbled lettering. It screamed: JOEY SMELLS LIKE A PIANO!
Chris stumbled over his words, then stopped singing all together. ‘How could someone smell like a piano?' He wondered. ‘And how would they even know that?'
The ballad they were singing lost some of its momentum as Joey also stopped singing. His words caught in his mouth. "I do not!" He informed the sign indignantly.
Finally the sign caught J.C's attention. He hurried over to the side of the stage.
As soon as Gabie saw J.C. jog over to the security guards, she knew she had to hurry to get through the rest.
As Lance looked into the crowd to see what all the fuss was about, he saw what they were looking at. It was a large red sign that said in big, orange letters: CHRIS HAS POTATOES! Just then that sign was peeled away to reveal a new one. This sign was orange and had big, black letters that read: JUSTIN IS A DUCK!
Lance gasped. This sign was quickly torn away to reveal something different. It was black with plain, white letters. It read: N'SYNC EAT DOGS! BELIEVE ME - I KNOW!
Lance shook his head. That couldn't be right, but sure enough, there it was as right as rain.
Gabs knew she was in trouble as she saw J.C. point at her, or rather, at her sign. Security spotted her and a large male began weeding his way through the crowd to her. Not that he needed to go far, Gabs was right up front.
First he tried to grab the sign but she held it away from him. He screamed over the loud music: "I need to take you're sign!"
Gabs pretended not to hear him.
"Give me you're sign!"
Gabs turned to him. "NO!" She screamed, and swung the sign over her head and hit him square on his noggin.
Soon she was surrounded by security and was hauled out of the Hall.
Gabie hastily sat down in a chair. She was backstage, but far out of the way of anyone important. She was really getting it from security.
Finally, the big guy stopped yelling at her and a new person began running on and on about the things that she shouldn't have done.
Gabs merely shrugged. Then a strange look crossed her face, she glanced up. Above her, there was a catwalk system for the upper level. It was used in to walk from above stage to above backstage, to hang lights, speakers, and various other things. There, on the catwalk, stood Brian, although no one else would have recognized him dressed from head to toe and face too, in black Mission Impossible clothing. Not only had he assured her that he would be able to save her from the evil security people by means of the catwalk, but she'd know his manly physique anywhere.
Over the past three months Brian had grown to be one of Gabie's closest friends via email, phone conversations and pictures. He brought out the best things in herself and she loved being able to chat with him about anything.
The voices continued their assault, but Gabie was re-energized to complete her mission.
"We have the authority -!" The man continued. Gabie glared at him and stood suddenly. She pushed him back, hard. He hit the well with a thud. Gabie gave the shocked security guards barely a glance before sprinting out the door and into a different area backstage.
Never stopping, Gabie soon found what she had been looking for: N'Sync's dressing room. She kicked in the door (God knows why she didn't just use the handle) and began a ruthless search through the room. After a minute, Gabie realized that if she didn't find it fast, she wasn't going to get out of here.
‘Where the hell is the damn thing?' Gabie brooded. Then she saw it. A plainly wrapped, brown paper package tied up with string. It sat innocently just peeking out of an open gym bag. Without a second thought Gabs grabbed it and dashed back out the dressing room door. She raced back to the area with catwalks and looked up for Brian.
Just then, N'Sync paraded out of the green room.
"Where is she?" J.C. demanded.
Security was running about everywhere. Perhaps they hadn't seen her yet because she was making no attempt to hide herself.
Still, Brian was no where in sight. Gabie's last resource - she reached into her black hip pack and pulled out a smoke bomb. She popped it with one hand and smoke began to fill the air. The people around her began to cough and back away.
‘Idiots,' Gabie thought to herself. ‘The smoke is freaking non-toxic people!' Unfortunately the smoke did cut off her vision. Gabie could only wait for Brian.
Just as the smoke was at it's peak smokiness. She heard the glorious squeak of a pulley. Then something snapped and there was a loud thud beside her.
"Shit!" Brian cried.
"You idiot!"Gabie accused. "You're not suppose to fall!"
"Yes Gabie! That's exactly what I intended to do!"
The smoke was beginning to fade away fast.
Gabie took matters into her own hands. She shoved the package under her hip pack strap and grabbed one of the ropes from the three rope pulley system.
"Climb!" She ordered.
Justin squinted into the smokey mess, trying to make out some faces. Unfortunately he couldn't make out anything at all, but he could still hear them.
"You idiot!" The female cried. "You're not suppose to fall!"
"Yes Gabie! That's exactly what I intended to do!"
Now he could see two figures through the smoke. That couldn't be - could that be Brian Littrell?
"Climb!" The female ordered and Justin could see her begin to scale the rope.
"They're getting away!" He cried. Security rushed into the dissipating smoke.
Gabie could feel security guards tugging at the rope, but she was almost there. She could make it. "I hate you Brian!"
"Almost there!" Brian shouted.
Gabie reached the top and pulled herself up, onto the catwalk. Brian was right beside her.
"Give me the package," He requested.
Gabie shook he head and panted: "I think I'll be hanging on to this!"
Brian hurriedly grabbed the ropes into a bundle. "Let's go! We're outta here!"
Security guards hurried up the stairs to the catwalk system.
"I'm tired Brian!" Gabie sighed.
"We're almost home free!" Brian exclaimed. "Come on! They could get up here!"
Gabie gave him a pained glance and got to her feet. The two moved quickly toward the far door, not giving so much as a glance to the closest door.
Brian fumbled with the skeleton key. "I can't - I can't get it!"
The head security guard whipped out his key to above stage. He inserted it into the lock.
"Got it!" Brian cried. The door flew open and he and Gabie tumbled through.
Security threw the door open. The catwalks were empty.
"They went that way!" Someone called from below. But they already knew the search was fruitless. The intruders had escaped.
Gabie and Brian stood outside Century Hall in street clothes. They both carried small and unnoticeable duffle bags. Gabie carried a brown paper package tied up with string under her arm. They were waiting on the street corner.
Gabie gave Brian a side-ways glance, then a relived smile. Suddenly the street was filled with the sounds of running feet.
"They've got to be out here somewhere!" A voice called.
"Don't look back," Gabie warned.
Brian leaned closer to her and nuzzled her ear, meanwhile glancing toward the commotion. A security guard was sprinting toward them.
"Kiss me!" Brian ordered, quickly and smoothly turning Gabie toward him and covering her mouth with his. She held no resistance, pulling her body closer to his and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her mouth opened slightly as she gasped, Brian took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waste and hugged her tight.
"Hey folks! Have you -? The security guard started. "Whoa sorry!"
Gabie and Brian pulled their lips apart, but didn't turn to face the man.
"Have you seen any suspicious looking types around? You know, like, dressed in black?" The large man continued.
Brian paused before taking a chance and turning his head toward the guard. "Sorry no - do you mind?"
The guards eyes went wide with recognition. "Say! You're Brian from the Backstreet Boys - aren't yah?" The guard blushed slightly. "I'm just your biggest fan!" He bubbled.
"That's great!" Brian smiled. "Thanks, but would you - uh - mind?"
The man's face made a huge, apologetic expression. "Oh! I'm so sorry Mr. Littrell! I'll be going! Do tell us if you spot anyone!"
Brian nodded and turned his attention back to Gabie. She was resting her forehead against his chest. She was giggling. Brian continued to hold her close. He lowered his head down to her ear.
"What's so funny?" He whispered.
Gabie pulled her head back slightly. "Say! You're Brian, aren't yah? I'm just your biggest fan!" She said in an exaggerated low voice. She giggled again. "He probably is your biggest fan!"
Brian bit his lip and snickered. "You never know!"
Gabie was silent. She rested her head back on Brian's chest.
"We probably should stay like this," Brian murmured.
"Yeah- wouldn't want anyone to see us," Gabie nodded. She smiled to herself.
After a few more moments of quiet stillness, the silence was ripped to shreds by the squeal of car tearing around a corner.
The red firebird came to a halt in front of Gabie and Brian. Lara threw open the backdoor from the front seat.
"C'mon! C'mon!" She waved to them.
Gabie and Brian hurried into the backseat, tossing their bags inside. For no particular reason Brian kept one arm around Gabie.
The backdoor slammed shut and the car squealed away.
"How'd it go?" Nick asked.
"Great!" Gabie cried. "We got it!"
"What? What is it?" Lara chattered.
Gabie ripped open the brown paper package tied up with string, to reveal a box. She slowly, carefully, opened it. There, inside, amid tissue paper and fluff, lay: a Spice Girls book.
"What the hell?" Lara screeched. "It's a dumb book!"
"Ah!" Gabie gasped, insulted. "No book is dumb! Especially not a Spice Girls book!
"Definitely not a Spice Girls book," Brian nodded. "Definitely not *my* Spice Girls book! Like Justin was ever going to give it back to me!"
Gabie and Brian shared a smile.
Justin stared down at the empty spot in his gym bag, then at the paper cup in his hand. "Brian!" He cried as he smushed cup. He turned his head to ceiling. "No! NO-O-O-O!"
"I can't believe you did all that for a dumb Spice Girls book!" Lara sighed, sitting back in her seat.
"*My* Spice Girls book," Brian replied.
Gabie reached back and, grabbing the black velvet scrunchie, shook her light, brown hair out of the tight ponytail. "Oh well!" She glanced at Brian and smiled. "Tomorrow is another day!"
TH E ND!
That's it for now - but tomorrow is another day! Do tell me what you think! :)
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