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EXAMINING LIFE -or- CURIOUSER AND CURIOUSER "Have you heard from Nancy since her rehab began?" Dr Shapiro had moved two comfortable chairs over to the window out of which John liked to look during his sessions. She was sitting in one and John sat in the other. "No. They took her phone away. She can't make any calls until the last week." "Are you worried about her?" "Very. Nancy was always so smart and so driven. I never would have thought it was possible for this to happen to her. I was always the one who screwed up." "How?" "What do you mean?" "How did you screw up?" "Well, I was always smaller than the other guys. I was never good at sports. I chose to study acting instead of medicine. That kind of thing." The doctor nodded. "Do you think that being short means that you didn't achieved in some way?" John thought about that. "No, I guess not. I mean, now that I know that it's because of a medical condition... I don't know if I'm responsible for it or anything, but I've always been kind of ashamed of it, anyway. I mean, I wasn't very manly." "I see. And is being short and 'not very manly' the only way you 'screwed up?'" "Well, no, I mean, Nancy went to med school - I studied acting." "And how is that 'screwing up?'" "Are you kidding?" "No. I went to med school. Anyone can go to med school. You're an artist." "Yeah, but..." "Who makes more money, you or Nancy?" "Me, I guess..." "Who has a thriving career, you or Nancy?" "Well, Me, But..." "Then how can you consider yourself a screw up, Bebe? I just don't understand." John folded his legs underneath himself. He shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I'm not such a screw up." "You know what? That's the first thing you've said today that makes any sense at all," John smiled. "Thank you. I'm still worried about my sister, though," "And you should be, Bebe. She's going through a very bad time, right now. She needs you to be worried about her. If you weren't, where would she be right now?" He nodded. "Ok, I think we need to wrap this up for today, dear. Keep thinking positive thoughts, Bebe. You're a great kid and a great actress. You need to accept that and embrace it. Ok?" "I'll try doctor." While Ed and Rose worked with Dr Shapiro, John needed to get to the studio for an afternoon shoot. He sent a text to Oscar to tell him he was through. Oscar replied, 'I'M ON MY WAY. BAD TRAFFIC. SHOULDN'T BE MORE THAN TEN MINUTES OR SO.' John stood in the large, bustling, glass enclosed lobby of the building and watched out the window, waiting for Oscar to arrive. As he thumbed through the messages on his phone, a voice from behind him started speaking. At first, John didn't think the voice was speaking to him, but then something caught his attention. It was the name 'Maureen Weldon.' John turned and came face to face with TMZ's own Austin Meadows. No microphone or camera man, this time - just the slimy face of superiority and self righteousness that made John nauseated every time he saw it. "Oh, Mr Meadows," John plastered on a smile. "So nice to see you. What a coincidence meeting you here." "No coincidence, Bebe. I followed you from school." "Oh, well, that's not creepy at all, Mr Meadows, and probably not legal." Meadows' smile was as creepy as everything else about him. "I assure you, it is. You're a news maker, now, Bebe. Get used to seeing a lot of me." John smirked and returned his attention to the street outside. "I hope that you had a happy Thanksgiving, Ms Foley," the ass continued. "Just fine, thank you," John never took his attention from the street. "Nice time to relax and see the family, huh?" John nodded. "And maybe have your sister locked up in a rehab clinic against her will." John turned quickly, but had enough wits about him to stop himself from saying anything. "It's funny how people come looking for me when I start offering financial incentives for information, Bebe," Meadows was nearly salivating. "For instance, I had a very interesting conversation with a fellow named Walter this morning. Charming fellow. Didn't seem to love you, much though. And like I was saying before, when you were pretending not to be listening, I spoke to an acting coach named Randy who says that he knew you when you worked with Maureen Weldon last summer. Either of these names mean anything to you?" The chill that John felt was much colder than anything he'd felt during his early winter visit to Massachusetts. He stared at Meadows, his mouth hanging open, unable to form words. "Is there something you'd like to tell me, Bebe?" He stunk of smugness. "What's the matter, Bianca," Meadows could sense a victory, "cat got your tongue?" "Listen, Mr Meadows..." John struggled to find the right words, but they wouldn't come. What did he know? What should John deny? "I'm all ears, young lady." He looked like a wolf from a Tex Avery cartoon. He was hungry and close to a kill. "Everything ok here?" The familiar voice startled John who'd nearly forgotten there were other people in the world. Oscar moved himself to stand beside his young charge and presented a very formidable challenge to Meadows. Meadows laughed at Oscar's body language. "Everything is cool, ese." Oscar, who was of Mexican descent, had lived in the US his whole life and identified as an American with Mexican traditions. Meadow's use of the word, 'ese,' was not only meant to emphasize his status as a mover and shaker, while Oscar was a mere driver, it was also meant to imply that Oscar was or had been a member of a gang, when, in fact, Oscar had been gainfully employed since he was sixteen and was damned proud of his achievements. John felt Oscar tense and sensed trouble ahead. "Oscar, let's just go, please," he whispered. Oscar moved John towards the exit, while maintaining eye contact with Meadows. Meadows radiated condescension and it irked Oscar. "Watch yourself, Jack," Oscar threatened. "She's off limits to you. Got it?" Meadows scoffed. "We'll see." Just as they headed out the door, John stopped and looked back at the slimeball. "Mr Meadows. Please, leave my sister out of this." That's when he knew that he had her. "Sure," he grinned, "just give me something better and I forget that your sister's a junkie." "She's not..." John started to engage, but Oscar pushed him into the revolving door. Then he gave Meadows one more warning. "Off limits," and he followed John out. "So, you've reached a new starting point in your relationship?" Dr Shapiro asked. "I think so." Rose smiled. "He's been wonderful since we met, but these last few days, he's been, just... well, wonderful!" She laughed. "I'm very glad to hear that, Rose." The Dr smiled. "Ed seems happy, too." "Excuse me, Mr Ferry, May I have a word with you?" Oscar asked from the door to Don's dressing room. "Oscar!" Don said, with genuine joy at seeing his fishing buddy. "Come on in, and it's 'Don.' You know that." Oscar smiled and took a seat to which Don had gestured. "What can I do for you?" Don asked. "Well, Don, it's not really about me, it's about Bianca." He relayed the events of earlier and told Don how upset Bebe had become. Don, of course, knowing everything that he knew about Bebe, was more concerned than Oscar. He nodded and listened. Finally, he said, "Listen, Oscar, you and I know what sleaze-balls these guys are. I'm not sure that Bebe, or any of them, really understand how bad things could get if these guys get their claws into them. I'll tell you what, I'll take Bebe home tonight and I'll talk to all of them - make them aware of the dangers, etc. Thanks, Oscar. You saved the day for Bebe. I'll try to keep it from happening, again." The call for Don to report to the set came over the intercom, so both men stood, shook hands and left together. "Great job as usual." Don hugged John as they walked back to the dressing rooms. "Meet me out here when you're ready to go." It had been a good shoot. John had been edgy when they started and Don had made everything work for him. "Ok," John said. "Is anything wrong?" Don feigned surprise. "Wrong!? No. Why?" "No reason," John said. "It's just that we usually say goodbye BEFORE we change." "Oh." Don smiled. "Oscar had a family thing to attend, so I'm driving you home." John was very surprised. "Don, you live in the exact opposite direction. I'll call Uncle Ed, or Uber." Don's smile waned a bit, "Well, the truth is, Bebe... Oscar told me about Meadows accosting you. I think we need to talk. All of us - you, me, Uncle Ed and Rose." John felt a little scared. He'd planned to talk to Ed and Rose when he got home, but now it looked as if he was trying to hide something. "Umm, Don, I was going to talk to them tonight..." "I know, honey," Don kissed his head reassuringly, "but I've been through the mill with these jerks a million times. Don't be mad at Oscar. He did the right thing by telling me." "Oh, look at the happy couple!" Meadows was waiting when Ed and Rose exited the elevator. "It's like Prince Harry and Megan Markle have descended from on high." Ed recognized Meadows from the TV report about the man who'd attacked Ed. This is the guy who kept referring to the assailant as a 'police officer.' Ed veered Rose away from him and continued on. "Oh, come on, Ed! Don't be that way! Let's have a chat." "Who is that?" Rose asked. "Ignore him," Ed warned. "We'll talk in the car." "Yeah," Meadows shouted, "talk in the car. Talk about your future and kids and all that stuff! Oh! And while you're at it, talk about that rehab center where the princess' sister is staying." Ed stopped for just a moment. He glanced at Rose, then shook his head and continued on. "Ok. I tried!" Meadows hollered, then he laughed much louder than anyone should in a building lobby, but Ed and Rose continued on. "I think that Mr Meadows must have waited until Rose and Uncle Ed left the therapist's office," John said, looking at his phone as Don drove. Don nodded, "Are they driving right now?" "I think so." Don pushed a button on his steering wheel. A chime sounded and he said, "Call Ed McNeal." "Calling Ed McNeal - mobile," the radio said. It rang twice before Ed said, "Hi, Don. What's up?" "Hey, Ed. Look, Bebe is with me. I know about that TMZ idiot. I was planning on meeting up with you at your place, but instead, let's meet at Rudy's Bistro. I'll call ahead and reserve one of their backrooms. We can talk in private and we'll have some dinner. My treat." By the time Ed and Rose arrived, the table was covered with family- style servings of far too many foods. There was spaghetti with red sauce, linguine with clams, antipasto, chicken piccata, chicken gnocchi soup in a big terrine, saut?ed veal and several items that neither Ed nor Rose could identify. "Hey, kids," Don said. "Let's sit and eat, first. Then, we'll talk about this issue." "Are you ok?" Rose went straight to John and hugged him tightly. "Did that asshole do anything to you?" John shook his head and submitted to the hug. "What did you tell him?" Ed was confused as to how TMZ had heard about Nancy's rehab. "She didn't tell him anything." Don patted Ed's arm to offer a bit of calm. "TMZ offers money for tips. Nancy's boyfriend called it in." "Shit," Ed whispered. "Ok, now, relax." Don moved to the table. "Let's have a good meal and THEN we'll come up with a plan. Viv will be here in a few minutes. She's really skilled at derailing these situations." "Viv's here now." Don's beautiful wife entered dressed as if she was about to take tea with the queen; a skin tight, sleeveless, dark green, silk dress with a hobble-style skirt. Her hair and makeup was shockingly perfect considering this was an impromptu dinner. She was pulling matching opera gloves and she took small steps as she closed the door behind her. "What's the big problem?" She then spotted the food on the table and shook her head, "Donald Ferry," she scolded, "how many different kinds of carbs can you pile onto a table without considering that not everyone can eat that stuff?" "Loosen up, sweetheart." Don kissed her cheek. "Live a little. It's delicious." "Delicious or not, I can't eat that. If I do, I'll split my dress. Bebe and Rose shouldn't be eating this, either. No one hires a fat leading lady." Vivian exited and ordered some more appropriate food for herself and 'the girls,' then came back in and sat at the table with the others. "You look gorgeous," Rose said. Vivian looked at her dress and smiled. "It is beautiful, isn't it. It's an Alexander McQueen. I just came from a fundraiser for a charitable. Their doing a big even Friday night and we had some planning to do. I do like the way it looks, I just wish that it was comfortable." She smiled and looked at John sitting comfortably in his school uniform. "Enjoy comfortable clothes while you can, Bebe. Soon enough, you'll be forced to wear horribly uncomfortable, but beautiful clothes, am I right Rose?" Rose looked surprised by the remark. "I guess I've just been lucky, so far. I've been able to wear comfortable clothes most of the time." Vivian sighed. "I keep forgetting how young you are, too. Believe me, ladies, it will happen to you, too. You'll get to look amazing, but you'll be uncomfortable the entire time." They ate, but the food on the table didn't seem to disappear. Ed's usual insatiable appetite was lacking, tonight. When they'd eaten their fill, the table was cleared, coffee was served to the adults, John was restricted to water, and Don asked the waiter to put a 'do not disturb' sign on the door to their dinning room. "So," Don began, "from what I understand, Austin Meadows knows that Bebe's sister has a drug problem. How much damage can this do to us?" "No offense, Don," Rose said, rubbing John's shoulder, "I don't think that Beebs is as concerned about how this will damage us as she is about how this could damage Nancy." "Of course, of course," Don agreed. "But we do have to consider the show, too." "Ok," Ed said. "Are there publicity people at the studio we can talk to?" "Well, yes," Vivian started to advise, "but they are not aware of Bebe's... circumstances." Rose looked surprised. "Viv, I didn't know that you were aware." "Oh, don't be silly," Vivian chuckled. "Don and I discuss everything regarding his career. In many ways, his career is my career. I knew about Bebe after the first audition." "Alright, then," Ed said. "Where do we start?" They began by discussing what they thought Meadows knew. Rose had Randy's phone number, so she gave him a call. It turned out that no one had spoken to him. He said that he got a call from TMZ offering him cash for information, but he didn't return it. "So, they're just using his name to make you think that he knows something," Vivian said. They moved on to Walter. John had spoken to his mother and, although they could not be one hundred percent certain, neither thought that Nancy had told him about John's actual sex. "So, all they seem to know about is Nancy," Don said. "This could work in our favor," Vivian said. "If it comes out that Bebe Foley, up and coming starlet, is helping her older sister to get sober, that may make Bebe look like a saint." "So, What? We do nothing, then?" Ed seemed concerned by this decision. "That may be our best course," Vivian said. "Maybe it's just a quick, fifteen minutes of trending on the internet and it goes away. That's our best outcome, of course, but if things go awry, then we play up the 'Bebe is helping her to get clean' angle. Agreed?" Don looked at his colleagues. "What do you think?" "Ok." Ed raised his eyebrows, obviously finding the decision a bit unsatisfactory. "I guess." Rose shrugged. "If you think that's the best route." John sat quietly, staring at the table. "Bebe?" Don asked. John looked up. "Yes?" "What do you think, baby?" John looked back down at the table, again, then looked back up and made eye contact with everyone at the table before saying, "No." "No?" Don looked to Ed as if asking him to talk some sense into the child. "Do you have a better idea, honey?" Ed asked. "No." John sounded sad an a bit defeated. "Then," Rose was trying to sound as supportive as possible, "what do you want to do?" John shrugged. "I don't know, but... Do you know who Monica Lewinski is? Rose shook her head at this abrupt change of topic. "Umm, Yeah... I mean... sort of. I know she was in a scandal or something." John looked at Ed, who shrugged and said, "Yeah, I know her name." John looked at Don. "Wow, you guys are really, really young. She gave Bill Clinton oral sex and he lied about it. He was impeached and nearly removed from office. He would have been the first president to be removed and it was all because of a blowjob. What's your point?" John took a breath. "Look, Monica Lewinski was just a nobody and then she did something stupid. It was something that thousands of girls her age did every day, but she did it with the president and she got caught. Now, because she had the misfortune of doing it with Bill Clinton, that's all we know about her. We know that Bill Clinton did lots of things since then, but Monica Lewinski? She's just the blowjob girl." "I still don't get it," Vivian said. "Look," John tried to clarify, "Nancy is a smart, talented woman and she did something stupid. Something that thousands of other people have done, stupidly, as well. I really think that she can overcome this, you know? She just needs to get through this and she can start over. That's the same chance that all those other people in the same situation get to do, too." "Ok..." Don, wasn't seeing a connection. "... but what does this have to do with this situation?" "It's not Nancy's fault that she's my sister. It's not her fault that I'm famous all of a sudden. It's not her fault that Austin Meadows wants to get his teeth into me for some reason. If she gets herself sober, she deserves a new start and that's what I want for her, but if she comes out of rehab and finds out that instead of being a doctor who's had some problems, she's become the punchline to late night jokes, then she's just like Monica Lewinski. No matter what else she does, for the rest of her life, she's going to be Bebe Foley's sister - the junkie. That's not fair and I won't do that to her." Vivian sighed and looked at Don. "For Christ's sake, Don, you didn't tell me that she had a sense of morality. That makes all of this much more difficult." "I did tell you that she was amazing, Viv." Don shook his head. "Yeah, but this complicates things a lot. Typically, the best way to end a Hollywood scandal is to throw somebody under a bus. This morality stuff... well, this is going to be a lot harder to deal with." "I'm sorry." John looked back at the table. Rose pulled him close and laid her head on his. "Don't be, Beebs. You're right." "You know, sweetheart," Don said as he shook his head, "if it were one of my siblings we were discussing, I don't think I'd have a problem letting them take a little fall so I could avoid taking a big one. I'd rationalize it and say I'd help them out financially or something along those lines, but not you. You have more integrity than all the rest of us, Bebe. I still don't know where the hell you came from." "I think I might have an idea." Ed snapped his fingers and smiled. "Actually," Kylie leaned into the lunch table and whispered. "He's really sweet and he's got an amazing car! It's an old Austin-Martin like James Bond used to drive." She'd gone out with him twice now, the son of a legendary Hollywood producer. He was nineteen, ripped, gorgeous and ludicrously wealthy with money that had been earned over four generations in the film industry. "Wow!" MK, who tended to not be impressed by anything, knew of this boy's family and their assets and was, indeed, impressed with him. "Do you think you might get serious about this guy?" Kylie sat back gave a 'cat that ate the mouse' smile. "I think I already am." "That's so cool." Ella smiled. John had heard of her new boyfriend. He had a reputation that played well in the sleazier tabloids. He was very handsome, very rich and very interested in seeing his own face on TV and in print. "That's great, Kylie," John presented a genuine smile. "I hope it all works out. He seems really..." He could quite find an appropriate adjective, so he went with, "...handsome." That was fine with Kylie, though. "Oh, He is! And he smells so good! I don't know what cologne he wears, but it makes me crazy." MK laughed at that. "Well, keep yourself under control, Ky. No one wants to see an episode of Civil Disobedience about how the girl who lives next door has to go visit relatives for nine months." That made Ella and Kyle laugh more than John. He didn't really understand why they found it so funny. It was a very real risk, after all. Back when John went through high school the first time, he heard plenty of boys bragging about 'getting laid,' and sometimes he even envied them, but he also knew a girl, a really smart, funny girl, who got pregnant and it made her life really hard. No one labeled her or anything, she just had all these new, grownup responsibilities, all of a sudden. "Yeah, be careful," John contributed. Kylie giggled. "Oh, come on. You and Blaine have been going together for a couple of months, now. You must have done... something, right?" John looked surprised. "No. Just, you know, kissing..." "Really? Have you... you know... touched it?" He blushed. "No, of course, not!" He didn't mention that he hardly 'touched' his own any more because, thanks to the hormones, it took forever to finish the job once he started. "Really? Huh..." Kylie let that hang in the air for a few minutes, leaving John feeling just a little... inferior, in a way. "Bebe's a good Catholic girl," MK teased. "She and Ella are all sugar and spice." "Oh, and you're the girl with all the experience!?" Ella replied. "Let's see, including homecoming, you've been on... ummm... add the right column... carry the three to the left column and add all that up..... THREE dates! Don't act like you some kind of worldly woman, MK. You're just as scared as Bebe or me - and probably Kylie, too - of doing anything that could lead to... well, going all the way. I don't know about you, but I don't plan on getting pregnant any time soon!" MK shook her head. "Elle, you don't get pregnant just by touching it - come on!" Ella let out an exasperated huff and waved her friend off. "Someday, though," Kylie said, "I'd love to have a baby, though." "Yeah!?" MK seemed surprised. "Yeah." Kylie seemed surprised by MK's surprise. "I love babies. The way they feel. The way they smell. I love them." "Yuck," Ella chimed in. "That's because you don't have one to deal with. I have my little brother and, let me tell you, he's a lot to deal with. The crying, the feedings, the long nights when nobody sleeps. The ever present smell of poop. No thanks!" "Yeah!" MK said and high-fived her friend, making everyone laugh. "Bebe?" My. Kylie asked. "How about you? Babies or no." He smiled. "Oh, I'd love to be a mom, but not for awhile and... well, I'm not sure I can have a baby myself. I might have to adopt." "See!" MK slammed the table. "I told you she was a boy!" For a moment, John thought that she was serious, but then realized that everyone was laughing and it was just a playful tease. "Why can't you have a baby, Beebs?" Ella asked with concern. "Oh, I have... some problems... you know?" "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry!" Ella took his hand and she showed genuine concern. So did the others. "Don't worry, Bebe." Kylie petted his arm. "If you want to have one, I'm sure that there's a way. You just have to find the right doctor." "And besides," MK smiled, "I'm adopted and I'm ok with that." "Really?" Kylie asked. She'd never heard this. Nor had John. "Sure. My mom had cervical cancer real young, so they had to adopt. Good thing for me, too, wouldn't you say?" "You definitely hit the jackpot." Ella laughed. "Really nice parents, filthy rich, big, beautiful house. A girl could do a lot worse." "So, if it comes to it, Bebe, adoption is great. Besides, who really wants to get pregnant?" MK said a bit too loudly. "Who's pregnant!?" Mr Carlin was walking by and overheard just a few words and he was Immediately concerned! "Oh, no one, sir," MK laughed. "Just talking about having kids." "In the future!" Ella laughed as she clarified the conversation. "In the future, Mr Carlin. I promise!" "Well-" The flustered man regained his composure. "Alright, then, but... let's put that off for a long, long times, ladies. Ok?" "Yes, sir," they all said in unison. When Mr Carlin had taken a few steps away, they all burst out laughing. "And here's our corespondent, Austin Meadows, coming to us from the set of the new hit series, 'Civil Disobedience,' with a TMZ exclusive. Austin?" They were all in Don's dressing room, watching the big flat screen on the wall. "Thanks, Frank. Yes, I'm here on the set where young love seems to be blooming between two young 'Civil Disobedience' costars." The story went on to interview Ed and Rose and show both candid and staged footage of them walking together, talking, kissing, etc. "We've known each other for what? Six of seven months?" Ed said, offhandedly. "Just about." Rose smiled and rested her head on Ed's arm. "And eventually, we just sort of... fell for each other." The story went on to discuss their dedication to each other and how lucky they were to have both ended up on the show, etc. Finally, Meadows asked, "And what about the third member of your family. Is there romance in Bebe's future?" "Well-" Ed laughed a well acted, but insincere laugh. "Bebe's been with her boyfriend for awhile now, but she's still just a baby, you know. She's concentrating on school and the show for the time being." They all smiled and chuckled at that. It was a a perfectly schmaltzy ending to a puff piece. "Back to you, Frank." Don pushed the button on the remote to shut off the show. "Well, That should hold them for a while," he slapped Ed on the back. "If you guys just continue to be the 'Luke and Laura' of the new millennium, we'll be fine." "Who are 'Luke and Laura?'" Ed asked. "Seriously?" Don was both amused and shocked. "Oh," Rose held up her phone, "they were a soap opera couple in the eighties." "Thank God someone knows their pop culture," Don said dramatically. "I Googled it." Rose showed him. Don just shook his head. "Ok, so Meadows is happy for the time being. If we can keep feeding him positive exclusives, I think we can keep him from being a nuisance. Good work, kids!" Friday afternoon at 4:30, Blaine was buzzed into the condo building. He was well dressed in a long sleeved, light blue shirt, yellow tie and beige, dress pants. "Blaine!" Ed said as he shook the boy's hand and invited him into the condo. "You look sharp! So, where are you guys going, tonight?" "Honestly, I have no idea," he smiled. "My mom just said that is an early Christmas present for both Bebe and me. She's pretty wound up about it, though." "Wow, that's exciting," Ed said, as he looked down the corridor and called, "Bebe! Blaine's here, honey!" "She'll be out in a minute!" Rose called back. When John did emerge from the bedroom, he looked absolutely stunning. His hair was thick and curled, his makeup was sensual and provocative with bright red lips that popped all the way down the hallway. And then there was the dress! It was a pale blue, off the shoulder design with sheer material forming sleeves that ended at the bend of his elbows. The straight neckline cut straight across his pale and developing chest, revealing little, but promising much. Along the neckline, the falling lace icicles, were delicate, inserts of lace and flowers, one between his breasts and one near each arm, those were sewn into the same sheer material that covered the satin underdress. At the waist was a matching, narrow, satin belt with a tiny bow at the front. The skirt flared out femininely and ended just at his knees, but if truth be told, the flare was so extreme that the material barely touched his thighs at all. The back of the dress was just as enticing. The underdress was zipped up, but hiding that was a braid of interwoven, wide, satin laces that were tied into another to hold the outer dress closed with a more elaborate bow at the base of his back. It turned John from a pretty little girl into a teenaged goddess. His shoes were high for John, three inch heels with just two, incredibly thin straps of light blue leather, one just behind the toes and one at the ankle. Even his finger and toenails were painted the same, soft shade of pale blue as the dress. And, of course, the little silver 'B.B.' was hanging from his slender throat and simple, little pearl studs on his ears. He was not just 'breathtaking' in the conventional sense of the phrase - in fact Blaine's breath was literally taken away for a few moments by the beauty of his girlfriend. "Holy cow," Blaine muttered as John approached. "You look... amazing!" John kissed the boy's cheek, which was not enough for Blaine, but as he tried to maneuver himself into a position to kiss Bebe's lips, Rose interrupted his with an abrupt, "Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh!" "What?" Blaine looked to her. "I spent a half an hour on those lips! Let them set up for a while before you start slobbering all over them!" Blaine controlled his urges and smiled at Rose, then at John. He'd be patient. They had a long evening ahead of them. "Have fun, you two." Rose kissed each of their cheeks goodbye. Ed kissed John and shook Blaine's hand. "Be careful. Have a great night." The young couple left and got into the elevator. When the door closed, Blaine said, "Wow, Bebe... you just look, amazing!" "Thanks. You look very handsome, Blaine." "Naw," he blushed. "I'm just wearing a shirt and tie. You... you're like, I don't know, a model or something. Maybe I should stop and rent a tux!" They both laughed. Joanne drove them for a few blocks before handing them each a sleep- mask. "Put those on for me, ok?" The kids both laughed. "Really, mom? We have to put these on?" "Yes, and do it before this light turns green. I don't want you to see where we're going until we're there." John and Blaine looked at each other and shrugged, then put the satin masks onto their eyes. They rode on in the darkness of the masks, chatting and laughing. Eventually, Joanne came to a stop, but warned them not to remove the masks until she said they could. They heard a conversation. Marilyn said, "Hi. VIP passes and underground parking." They heard papers shuffle. "Ok. Pull through the overhead door, then follow the arrows to the right. I'll call ahead and have someone meet you. They'll have a green vest on." "Thanks!" The car moved more slowly, now. "Keep those masks on back there," Joanne warned. She rolled to a stop and spoke to the attendant who said, "You can just leave the car here, ma'm." "Great!" They could hear the smile in Joanne's voice. "Can we take off the masks, yet?" Blaine asked. "NO!" Joanne was adamant. In a moment or two, the two back seat doors opened and John and Blaine both felt hands reaching in for them and guidance being given. "This way, please. Just let me guide you to the seat. Ok, now, just lower yourself. Very good." It didn't take much intellect to realize that they were in wheelchairs, but it also was obvious that they were definitely not in a hospital. It didn't smell like a hospital at all. In fact, it smelled like popcorn and hot dogs and beer and burgers. There was also a lot of commotion going on around them and people were speaking into two-way radios. "All set?" John's attendant asked. "I guess," he giggled. "I mean, I'm not being kidnapped, am I?" The young woman moving his wheelchair laughed. "I don't think so. By the way, I just love your dress." "Oh," John was truly flattered. "Thank you!" "Bebe." He heard Blaine's voice close by, to his right. He reached out and felt his arm. He followed that to his hand. "Blaine?" He gave her hand a squeeze. "I'm sorry that I neglected to mention that my mother is completely and totally insane, sometimes." Joanne was nearby, too, and chided, "You Just watch yourself, Blaine, or you'll wait outside while Bebe and I have a good time." "Doing what, mom? Floating in a sensory deprivation tank? If that's your plan, then why did we have to get so dressed up?" "You can wait in here," John's attendant said. "They'll just be a minute." "Thank you so much," Joanne said, graciously and John was sure that he heard her count out some money and hand it to the attendant. "Oh, thank you, ma'm. That's very kind of you." John heard Blaine, "Mom, is there a reason for all of this, or have you just finally gone off the deep end?" "Oh, hush, you!" Joanne sounded stern, but there was an excitement in her voice. John sensed that someone, or, in fact, several someone's had entered the room. Joanne was whispering and there were several giggles. "Hello, there," somebody whispered just inches from John's face. The voice was a woman, no doubt about it. "Hi...?" John said tentatively. "And hello, there," a different woman said to Blaine. "Ok..." Blaine said, "... hello." Then there voices behind them, teasing them making them guess where they were. There was one in front of John and one behind, the same with Blaine. The playful teasing went on and on. Suddenly, there was a new voice in between and in front of the wheel chairs. "This a big honor for us, Bebe." The voice said. "We love your show." "Oh, well, thank you," John said. "Blaine," the voice said, "can you guess where you are?" "No," Blaine said honestly. "You're at The Staple Center." "Oh? Ok, if you say so." Blaine had never been to The Staple Center before. He knew it was a sports arena, but not much more. "Maybe this will help," The voice said. "Ok, girls. Introduce yourselves." "I'm Grace and I play guitar," the voice behind Blaine went first. "I'm Gina and I play drums," said the voice behind John. "I'm Margo and I play bass," said the voice in front of John. "I'm Terry and I play guitar, too." "Any guesses," the voice in the middle asked. "I'm going to guess that Terry has a twin sister named Chrissy." Blaine sounded very excited. John was as well. He certainly knew who these women were. You couldn't turn on a radio for the last three years without hearing their music. "In fact I do," Terry said. "Say 'Hi' Chrissy." The voice in the middle said, "Take off the masks." And there they were. Chrissy, Terry, Margo, Grace and Gina. The powerhouse, hit making machine that was known all over the world as Dusty Rose. "NO SHIT!" The words burst out of Blaine's mouth before he could stop them. "Blaine!" Joanne said horrified. "Oh, Sorry, Mom," he said. Then, to the women in the room, "Sorry, I'm just so excited!" He leapt up and hugged Terry. "I love you guys!" He then went to each of the other performers and gave and received hugs and kisses. Finally, he landed at his mother who got the biggest hug of all. "Thanks, mom! This is amazing!" "Oh, my God, your dress!" Grace said as she helped John to stand. "It's absolutely gorgeous!" "Yeah," Margo scoffed, "it's the dress that's gorgeous. Ignore her, honey," she patted John's shoulder. "The dress is a nice choice, but you're the gorgeous one." "Thank you, so much," John said to both women, then as he turned, he came face to face with Chrissy, the amazing dynamo that had guided this band to success. "Hi, I'm Chris," the beautiful woman said. "Oh, I know who you are." John stumbled over his words, suddenly as star struck as he had been when he met Anna Kendrick. "I'm such a big fan." Chrissy chuckled at that. "Thank you, Bebe, but the truth is, we really are big fans of yours. We love the show! It's so good!" Chris hugged John and kissed his cheek. John gave Chris a gently, friendly kiss on her cheek as well, but when he pulled back, John said, "Oops," he reached over and rubbed Chris' cheek, "I left some lipstick on your face." "That's ok," Chrissy replied. "I haven't done my makeup, yet." This surprised John because, frankly, Chrissy was beautiful just as is. "Alright, everyone," a tall man with a deep southern drawl called from the door, "if you're going to have dinner, it's got to be now!" Chrissy linked her arm with John and they all walked down the hall to a room where a veritable banquet had been set up. They sat with John to Chrissy's right, then Blaine, then Terry, then Joanne, and the rest of the band around the circular table. The girls in the band were wearing just jeans and flannel shirts, except Chrissy, who wore a simple, beige dress. John looked around and said, "I feel like I'm horribly over dressed." "Don't be silly," Terry said. "You look absolutely beautiful." "And in a couple of hours," Margo volunteered, "Chrissy will be dressed up like a human disco-ball, so don't worry about it." "I've been reading about you," Chris said, which made John wonder where he could possibly find anything written about himself. "You're very lucky to have your Uncle and your cousin to share your success with you. You know, we all left New Jersey together. We had each other to celebrate the good times and support each other through the bad times. It's really a tremendous blessing." "I suppose it is." John smiled. "It has been a little overwhelming. It all happened so quickly." "That's how it happens," Margo chuckled as she started passing plates and silverware to everyone. "One minute, we were just trying to get things together in Terry and Chris' basement, then, all of sudden, we were in a Nashville recording studio, then, just as suddenly, we were headlining our own tour. We still look at each other before we go out on stage and think about how lucky we are to be where we are and be who we're with." "But you've got your family with you, and this guy, too." Terry slapped Blaine's shoulder. "I read," Gina said, "that George Harrison said that being a part of a group was the only thing that kept him sane during Beatlemania. He said that he didn't know how Elvis had survived all alone. I think he was right. Thank goodness we have each other." Grace stood to serve the family style meal. "We knew you were from Massachusetts, so we went with a New England menu for our dinner, tonight. Ham, turkey and roast beef with mashed potato, butternut squash, corn, green beans, corn bread and, of course, gravy for the turkey and roast beef and a raisin sauce for the ham. Oh, and we had Ocean Spray cranberry sauce brought in for you, too. Both the jellied and whole berry kinds." John looked at the feast before him and, although he adored each item, he considered how difficult it would be to keep those gravies and sauces off of his light blue dress, and one word screamed in his mind - CARBS! Viv's warning rang in his head as he searched for something to each that wouldn't haunt him with cellulite. "Wow!" John's eyes were wide. "It all looks amazing! Thank you!" Everyone dug in. Blaine and Gina filled their plates several times. Joanne and most of the rest of the band had moderate helpings, but John was very relieved to see that Chrissy ate only a very small helping. It made him feel better when he did the same. Chrissy asked John about his old school and his school back in Massachusetts and how he was handling working and school here in LA. "Be sure to finish high school," Chrissy said. "I left to record the first album. I got a GED after the first tour, but it's not the same." "Oh, I will," John assured him. "We're a lot alike." Chrissy smiled. "Both kinda misfits until we found our true callings. It's a new life, but satisfying in a much different way, right?" John agreed, but thought that his former life was probably very much different than hers. Strangely enough, Chrissy thought the same. As they finished, Terry said, "Well, Bebe, I hope you enjoyed the meal, but we do have a favor to ask of you." "Oh?" John was surprised. "Well," Gina smiled, "we don't usually set up banquets like this, even for VIPs, but this all kinda worked out perfectly, so we fed you well to butter you up for this favor." "We're not the most sociable band. In fact, we even try to avoid meet- and-greets." Margo laughed. "So, when Joanne called and asked if she could set up a meet-and-greet for her son, at first we said 'no,'" Chrissy explained, "but when we found out you'd be here, we hoped that we might impose on you to help raise money for our charity." "What charity is that?" John asked, already willing to be involved in nearly anything." "The Dusty Rose Foundation," Blaine offered. "It's a charity to help kids dealing with LGBTQ issues." "Very good, Blaine!" Terry congratulated him. "That's right." Chrissy smiled. "Do you think you could help us?" "Sure! How?" "Do you sing?" Gloria asked. "Not really..." John started to respond, but Blaine interrupted. "Sure she does. She just auditioned for a Disney musical. She takes singing lessons, too!" "Great!" Chrissy pushed forward, not allowing John the opportunity to protest. "How about this, near the end of the show, we'll invite you out and you can give a spiel for the foundation, and then you can join us for a song. The audience will love it." "Well-" John was very concerned about singing something he hadn't prepared. "I'll be glad to come out and speak, but I'm not real familiar with all the lyrics..." "That's ok," Gina laughed, "neither is Chrissy. There are TelePrompTers all over the place during the show so she can check her lyrics if she forgets them." The others laughed, but Chrissy rolled her eyes. "I don't forget the lyrics, but the production company insists that we use the promoters, just in case. Anyway, the lyrics will scroll by, just like Karaoke. Do you know any of our songs?" "Well, sure." John smiled. "I did 'One Less Set Of Footsteps' at a karaoke thing one time. I know it pretty well." "Perfect!" Chrissy clapped her hands. "That's a cover, too, so the audience will love having you sing it with us!" "Here's the script. It's only a few paragraphs, but we can put it on the promoters if you want." Margo handed him a page printed from a computer printer. John read it through and nodded. "Ok. I guess. What do you think, Blaine?" Blaine had been grinning since the masks had been removed. "Are you kidding!? Of course I think you should do it! My favorite band and my girlfriend all singing together!?!?!? This is the greatest night of my life!" John looked to Joanne, who nodded. "It's up to you, honey, but it is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I wish I had the talent to have ever been asked to do something so amazing." John shrugged. "Ok. I'll do it." Chrissy hugged him. "Great!" The tall man with the pronounced drawl appeared again. "Sorry to interrupt, but it's forty-five minutes to showtime." John looked around at the casually dressed, casually made-up women. "Forty-five minutes? Do you have enough time to get ready?" "Why?" Gina made a mock-angry expression. "Are we that ugly?" For a moment, John thought he'd offended them. "Oh, no, no..." then he realized they were kidding him. "I meant, well, it takes at least an hour for them to do my hair and makeup and costumes for the show." Chrissy laughed. "We have plenty of time. There's a warmup band doing a half hour set first and we don't need to look as pretty as you do. We just throw on the war-paint and curl and brush out each other's hair. We can do it in fifteen minutes." "But we SHOULD get going." Terry stood. "This is Will," Chrissy introduced the tall man with the drawl. "He'll take care of getting you to your seats and he'll come get you before you need to go out on stage, ok?" "Sure." John smiled, butterflies filling his insides. Everyone was standing, now, and they had Will take a picture of all of them on Blaine's phone. There were kisses and hugs all around and John, Blaine and Joanne were escorted to their front row seats. The concert as amazing. The band was so good! Gloria was on fire on every instrument that she played. Chrissy was everywhere at once, spurring the audience on, getting them singing and cheering and working them into a frenzy. About an hour into the concert, Will appeared and signaled that John should follow him. Blaine didn't plan to follow, but his hand was being gripped so tightly that he had no choice. He looked back to his mother and waved for her to follow, but she shook her head and indicated that she'd stay put and take pictures. Will led them backstage and told John he'd tell him when to go out. "Have you ever been in front of an audience this large?" John shook his head. The auditorium at his high school sat a thousand people, but a show typically drew two to three hundred, so it always looked empty. In college, he'd only been in the small stage productions, and those theaters only seated about two hundred and the shows were never sold out. This crowd was well over twenty thousand people "Just relax," Will instructed him. "The lights will blind you a little and, believe it or not, that will probably help. It'll keep you from seeing the crowd. Just focus on walking to the microphone, acknowledge the applause and say what you need to say. Chris will guide you through the song. You'll do fine." John nodded, then looked at the short script he'd been given. He read through it and nodded, then took a deep breath and tried to get into performance-mode. He glanced out into the monumental space that was filled with people and he felt a tingle of fear sweep through him. Lord, that was a lot of people! He turned to Blaine and shouted above the volume of the band. "I need a hug!" Blaine wrapped his arms around him and shouted back, "Any time." Suddenly, John felt more exposed and vulnerable than ever. His off-the- shoulder dress suddenly seemed to reveal far too much of his upper body. The just-above-the-knee length of the dress' skirt, with its wide silhouette and the way that it hardly ever touched his legs, seemed to expose far too much of his lower body. He looked at Chrissy, who's dress was far more revealing and realized that his fears were foolish, but they remained, none the less. He could not put aside the thought that the only thing separating his privates from more than twenty-thousand people was a thin, nylon panty, a thin, silk skirt and the sheer outer dress. No pants, no tights, no stockings - just a few, very thin, pieces of fabric. He shook in Blaine's arms. "Nervous?" he asked above the noise. "Petrified," John replied. "Why?" "Are you kidding? Look at all those people!" "So what? Millions of people see you on TV all the time." "Yeah, but I can't see them! And I'm not singing in front of them." "You'll be great!" John was about to express his doubts about that, but Blaine planted a soft, warm kiss on his mouth and, for a moment, everything else was forgotten. The kiss didn't last long enough, though. "I hate to interrupt, kids," Will called above the din of applause, "but Chris is about to introduce you. Are you all set?" John shook his head. "I don't know." "It's now or never." Will shrugged. "Want me to wave her off?" "Do it, Bebe," Blaine said. "They're going to love you." John looked stressed, but he looked from Blaine to Will and nodded. "I'm good." Will gave the 'ok' sign to Chrissy who said, "Well, Alright, L.A!!! Hey, we have a surprise for you, tonight." The crowd cheered. "Ladies and gentlemen, our new friend, the star of ABC's 'Civil Disobedience..." John chuckled at that. Don was the star of 'Civil Disobedience.' There was no question about that. He was just an upstart. "... Miss Bebe Foley!!!!" The crowd's volume increased as Will gave John a soft push towards the stage. "Go get 'em!" He said. That was the last thing that John could hear for a few moments because the crowd's screaming overwhelmed his hearing. He looked at the audience. Will had lied. He could see every single face. He swore he could see the eye color of the people in the very last row. He could feel their cheers even more than he could hear them. But there was something more than noise. There was love. There was acceptance. There was belonging. And then, just has he if he felt that he needed to run back off the stage, something exploded within him. His weak legs suddenly found great strength and the blood that was pounding in his temples began to flow smoothly and with a new found force. At that moment, the euphoria that overcame him made him realize that he was exactly where he was meant to be. His eyes brightened, his posture straightened, his demeanor became more accessible and suddenly, where a frightened ingenue had been walking, a strong confident star strode to the microphone, waving and smiling to the adoring crowd. "HELLO, L.A.!" She hollered and the crowd responded with screams. "Hey, just so you know," he continued, completely off the script, but still delivering the correct message, "you guys are helping a lot of people, right here, in Los Angeles, tonight! For each and every ticket you purchased for the show, tonight, ten dollars has been donated to the Dusty Rose Foundation to help LGBTQ kids who are struggling to find themselves. And for every Dusty Rose tee shirt sold tonight, an additional dollar has been donated as well. So, just by being here and listening to these amazing girls, you have raised more than TWENTY- FIVE-THOUSAND DOLLARS!" The crowd went nuts, screaming and whistling and applauding. Chrissy took over the mic again. "Hey! Let's hear it for Bebe!!!" Chrissy was now sporting her famous dusty-rose-colored Taylor acoustic electric guitar. The cacophony continued, but somehow, Chrissy controlled it and was able to speak over the chaos. "Would you like to here Bebe, sing!?" Miraculously, the cheering got even louder. "Come on! Let her know that you want her to sing with us!" Even louder, still. "Well, Alright! Bebe, sing this one with us!" Gina clicked her sticks and called out, "One, two, three, four!" The introduction began and Chris said into John's ear, "I'll sing the first phrase. You come in on the second. If you need help, I'll jump in." John nodded. Suddenly, he was looking forward to this! Chrissy started, "We've been running away from Something we both know We've long run out of things to say And I think I'd better go." Chrissy nodded to John who moved to the mic and sang, "So don't be getting excited when you hear that slamming door 'Cause there'll be one less set of footsteps On your floor, in the morning." He glanced at Chrissy who flashed a supportive grin and gestured with her chin that John should continue. "And we've been hidin' from somethin' That should have never gone this far But after all it's what we've done That makes us what we are And you been talkin' in silence But if it's silence you adore Oh there'll be one less set of footsteps On your floor in the mornin'" Then Chrissy joined John at the microphone and all the girls joined in on the famous Dusty Rose harmonies "Well, there'll be one less set of footsteps on your floor One less man to walk in One less pair of jeans upon your door One less voice a'talkin'" The feeling of all the instruments and voices being so perfectly coordinated was new and exciting and uplifting. John was exhilarated beyond any feeling he'd ever had before. He continued singing the lead vocal, "But tomorrow's a dream away Today has turned to dust Your silver tongue has turned to clay And your golden rule to rust If that's the way that you want it That's the way I want it more There'll be one less set of footsteps On your floor in the mornin'" They reached the bridge, again, and this time, except for the drum beat, the girls were singing their harmonies with him in an a cappella style. "Well there'll be one less set of footsteps on your floor One less man to walk in One less pair of jeans upon your door One less voice a'talkin'" The band kicked in once again and the audience screamed with excitement. "Oh, But tomorrow's a dream away When today has turned to dust Your silver tongue has turned to clay And your golden rule to rust If that's the way that you want it That's the way I want it more There'll be one less set of footsteps On your floor in the mornin' There'll be one less set of footsteps On your floor in the mornin'" The audience went insane with applause. Chrissy slid her guitar around her back and hugged John. "You were amazing, Bebe!" She turned to the microphone and called out to the audience, "Bebe Foley, ladies and gentlemen! Bebe Foley!" John waved to the audience, gave Chrissy a kiss on the cheek and ran as quickly as his pretty, little heels would carry him until he leapt up into Blaine's embrace and felt himself being swung in a circle. "Bebe," Blaine shouted, "you were unbelievable!!" When the concert ended, Joanne accompanied the kids backstage where they kissed each member of the band goodbye, exchanged contact information, jumped into the car and they headed back to the condo. "I've sent Rose all the pictures I took, tonight, Bebe. I'm sure she'll be thrilled to see them." John was still high on the experience. "That's was all so great! Joanne, thank you so much for setting all of that up!" "Yeah, mom," Blaine held John close. He was every bit as excited as John. "This was the best night of my life!" "Has Rose said anything about the pictures?" John was dying to tell Rose and Ed everything that had happened. "Nothing yet, honey," Joanne said. "She could be in the shower or something. I'm sure she'll be blown away when she sees them." Joanne pulled into the parking lot at the condo. "I'll just ride the elevator up with Bebe, mom." Blaine jumped out and turned to help John. "I'll be right back." "Thanks for tonight, Joanne! I love you!" John leaned over the seat and kissed her cheek before bouncing out of the car. "I love you, too, honey!" Joanne called back. They entered the lobby and the elevator opened the moment Blaine pushed the button. They boarded and Blaine pushed the button for Bebe's floor, but then he pushed two more. "What are you doing?" John asked. "This is the first time I've been alone with you all night. I need a couple of extra minutes." He pulled John in tightly and kissed his forehead while running his hand up and down John's soft, slender arms. "You were unbelievable on that stage, Bebe," he whispered. "I can't believe how much I love you." "I love you, too, Blaine. I really, really do." They kissed, a long, soft, passionate kiss, as Blaine's hands continued to caress John's arms. On one pass up the soft flesh of his girlfriend's body, Blaine's hand inadvertently brushed the side of John's breast. It was an innocent graze, but they both felt an electric surge when it happened. The soft yielding of the dress, the bra and the developing flesh was both loving and forbidden. They both shivered and Blaine kissed John just a bit more forcefully. Just when they both wanted their time alone to continue, the elevator opened on John's floor. "I have to go," John said reluctantly and he smiled at the big boy. Blaine sighed. "Good night, my love," he whispered. "Goodnight, my love," John whispered back, as he stepped out of the elevator and watched the door close. God, it was hard to end an evening with Blaine. He unlocked the door and entered the apartment. All the lights were off. It was after midnight, but it was a Friday night. Ed and Rose were usually up late on Friday. They must have been tired and turned in early. John moved quietly through the twilight of the apartment and he entered his room for a moment, but he was just too wound up to even consider going to bed without telling Rose about everything that had happened. What the heck, she wouldn't mind if he woke her up. He stepped back out into the hall, then continued on the Rose's room. He turned the handle and opened it and was surprised to hear Rose shout, "Oh, my God! Bebe!" John's eyes focused in the dim light as he saw two bodies scrambling about and heard Ed's voice, "Jesus, Bebe!" as he jumped out of bed and wrapped a sheet around his naked lower half. "Oh, geez!" John half yelled, half giggled as he ran out the door, swinging it closed behind him. He stopped for a moment, laughing at having caught 'his parents' in a compromising position. Then he ran on the tip-toes of his sandaled feet to his bedroom, and he closed the door, laughing with adrenaline. Moments later, there was a knock on the door and Ed's voice came through. "Bebe? Bebe? Can I talk to you?" John opened the door, his face fixed in a silly, childish smile. When he spoke, he spoke in a very proper manner, as he'd heard in old movies. "Well, hello, Uncle Edward. How was your evening?" The impish smile threatened to burst into a laugh at any point. Ed stood there wrapped in his sheet, embarrassed that Bebe had seen him in the midst of... well... with Rose... that way. After a moment, his embarrassed face also morphed into a smile. "Not bad, actually. In fact, I think it was probably the best Friday night of my life."