| Chapter Nineteen I said more tearful good-byes to the guys and settled in for a few more weeks alone. I had decided to finish all of my work before heading out to see them. It just didn't make sense to leave when there was so much to be done. The second week after the guys left I got a phone call that changed all of my plans. "Hello?" I answered my phone on the second ring, hoping it was Joey or one of the others. "Is this Tiffany?" "Yes it is, who is this please?" "My name is Kevin Richardson, I don't usually make these calls so forgive me." He paused and I waited, wondering who he was and why he was calling. "I am with a group called the Backstreet Boys, your father referred us to you, I hope you don't mind?" "No, not at all, how can I help you Mr. Richardson?" I rolled my eyes, knowing that my vacation was about to come to a screeching halt. "Kevin, please. We were preparing to shoot a new video when our director got very ill." He explained. "We have been left in a lurch, through no fault of his, and we need to get this video done. We were hoping you could help us out?" "I don't see why not, where is the video being shot at?" "Santa Barbara, I understand you don't live far from there?" "I'm only about an hour from there, that will be perfect." Well, at least I get to sleep in my own bed, I thought sighing inwardly. "When would you like to start?" "As soon as possible. We are in New York now and we can fly out as soon as tomorrow, start on Tuesday possibly?" "That sounds fine to me. Where would you like to meet?" "Well there is one other thing that I would like to discuss, we have had some trouble finding rooms in Santa Barbara. Some kind of big event going on. Your father said that it may be possible for us to stay with you?" He asked nervously. "Oh...well....I'll have to talk to my dad about it first but if he oks it then I don't see why not...I guess." I answered, not knowing what else to say. "I'll go ahead and give him a call and get back to you if that's ok?" "Sure, not a problem at all, let me give you my cell number, call me back when you can." He gave me the number and I quickly jotted it down. "Talk to you soon then. Good bye." "Thanks again, bye." I hung up and flopped into my desk chair, I didn't know these people and my father had offered my spare rooms to them? What was he thinking? He must know them and trust them enough to do something like that. I reasoned, picking up the phone to call him. I had heard of the Backstreet Boys of course, but just because I knew their music did not make me feel any better about having them in my home. "Hello?" My dad answered groggily. "Hi dad, did I wake you?" I said grinning, I hoped that I had, just because of the predicament he had put me in. "Yeah, but it's ok, what's up?" "I just got a call from Kevin Richardson. He said he had spoken to you?" "Yeah he did, damn, I was gonna call you earlier and I totally forgot. They are good guys Tiff and it will only be for a few days. I'm sorry I know you are on vacation, but at least you'll be close to home." He said and I could tell he was smiling on the other end of the line. |