Back in
the present...
The owner said something to the DJ
then got up on the stage and grabbed the microphone. “Everyone please, quiet
down. I have a very important announcement to make.” He nodded towards the DJ,
who started to play a song. Kyle groaned and hid his face as he recognized the
title track from his second CD. “Let’s see a show of hands. How many of you
guys have this CD?” Practically everyone in the audience raised their hand,
including Jay. “Well, guess what? The guy who’s singing this song, Kyle
Matthews, is here with us tonight and you just got to hear him perform LIVE ON
OUR STAGE!!!!!”
A stunned hush descended upon the
nightclub followed by such a noise that Kyle was sure would drown out Honolulu
Airport at its busiest. The owner approached them, noting their embarrassment.
“We are deeply honored to have you here. Kyle, Jay, anything you want tonight
is on the house!”
“Thank you,
but that's not necessary.”
“Oh, but it is. Thank you for coming
to my club. It is a very great honor for me. Your songs are extremely popular
and are constantly being requested. I hesitate to ask this, but would you be
willing to have an autographing session for our patrons?”
“I wish I
could, but it would be a violation of my contract with AMS.”
“Damn! I was afraid of that.” He
thought for a moment. “But what if someone who just happened to recognize you
approached you and asked for your autograph? Would that be a violation?”
“No only a
publicized autographing session.”
“Publicized
how?”
“Print or
broadcast media.”
“Would you
be willing to autograph your CD’s for me?”
“Of
course, I’d be happy to.”
“What
about for some of our regular patrons?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll be
right back.” He ran off.
“I’m sorry
Jay. I had no idea this would happen.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m very proud
of you and am happy that you’re finally getting the recognition your musical gift
deserves.”
“Are you sure? Once someone sees me
autograph the owner’s CD’s, I’m liable to get mobbed.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m an FBI
Agent. I can handle the crowd control.” He said, grinning devilishly.
Kyle
hugged him. “I love you so much. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
“Second
only to me, Kyle, second only to me.”
The owner returned and handed Kyle
four CD’s, two copies of each one. “This set belongs to the club and these are
my personal copies. I can’t tell you how much this means to me, Kyle, to have
you and Jayson here with us, tonight. I’ll never forget this night, that’s for
sure!”
Kyle
signed his name on the club copies. “Whom do I make this out to?”
“I’m
sorry. I should have introduced myself. I’m Tony. Tony Malikonahs. I’m the
owner.”
“To Tony, with thanks for a great
evening in your club. I wish you much success with the club. Love and peace,
Kyle Matthews” Kyle wrote on the CDs. Noticing a tear in Tony’s eyes Kyle gave
him a hug, then handed over the CDs.
Suddenly, half of the patrons rushed
out the door, leaving Tony looking puzzled. “Kyle, I think we better sneak you
and Jay out the back door. I have a feeling that you are about to get mobbed
for autographs.”
“That’s
okay. Let me get a pen and sit down. I’ll do the autographs.”
“Won’t it be a violation of your
contract? I don’t want you to get in trouble with your record company.”
“I won’t.
This wasn’t planned. It just happened.”
“I don’t know how to thank you. I’d
better get one of the bouncers to stand guard over you.”
“That’s
okay, Tony. I’m a Special Agent with the FBI. I can handle the crowd”
“Really?”
“Yep.” A crowd of autograph seekers
started to form around Kyle. “Would you mind if I take control of this
situation?”
“Not at
all. Please do.”
“Everybody, listen to me!” Jay’s
powerful voice boomed over the noise of the crowd as he flashed his ID and
badge to the gathering crowd. “Kyle will be happy to sign autographs, but he
can only write with one hand, so one at a time please. Everyone who wants an
autograph will get one. But we need to do it in an orderly fashion so no one
gets hurt.”
Several
hours later, they arrived back at their hotel. “Jay, you’re the best. I don’t
deserve you.”
“Why do
you say that?”
“We’re here on our honeymoon, and I
end up spending most of the evening signing autographs. Not once did you
complain.”
“There’s
only one thing I have to complain about.”
“What’s
that?”
“You
embarrassed me.”
“How?”
“How?
Bitch, you made me cry with that song!”
“Sorry!”
“Yeah
right, sure you are!”
“I am.”
“Prove
it.”
“How?”
“Like this.” Jay sat down on the bed
next to Kyle and kissed him deeply, which led, of course, to lovemaking.
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