Disclaimer: This story is absolutely fictitious. This is fantasy. No one written into the story has admitted to anything which reflects to the sexual connotation or presentation in this format. This fantasy is purely fictional and is meant to harm no one. There is no fact as to what is the actual sexual orientation of the actors interwoven in this storyline. If this kind of fantasy offends you or makes you uncomfortable, please exit immediately.
Chapter Two
Hi, Guys:
This is Chris Daughtry again. I am not sure why I am writing like this or who "guys" are. Maybe this a guy journal. Not sure.
Well, Justin Gaurini came to my hotel room. He was up, upbeat, and hyper. He talked fast, he moved quickly, and he seemed jittery. But, Justin was a safe guy. He did not say anything to make me uncomfortable or to give me any hints except for what he said the night before. . . WHEN WE BOTH HAVE BONERS. Other than that, he was very professional and we talked about the possibility of doing a recording together. The only thing I can exaggerate about him was when he was leaving. For a professional artist, he looked at me and said, CHRIS, I WISH I COULD MOVE ACROSS THE STAGE LIKE YOU DO. I LOVE IT WHEN YOU MOVE YOUR HIPS BACK AND FORTH. MAN, THE WOMEN MUST GO CRAZY. And then he left.
I checked my email this morning and found a response from John Edwards. I hope you all know who he is. He ran as the Vice President candidate with John Kerry. I felt flattered to get an email from him and to ask for a private meeting.
I agreed to meet with him when I would return to North Carolina. . . . Shortly after I sent the email out, I got a phone call from John himself. I was surprised that he would even know where I was at, but he did and would not disclose to me as to where he got that information.
Hi, Mr. Edwards, I said. What can I do for you? I asked.
John Edwards said, A lot, Chris, a lot. I watched you on American Idol and I want you to join my campaign and sing everywhere I go. I will pay you the best money, give you anything you want. You can bring your family with you.
My staff wll be contacting you and giving you the details. Chris, please consider it. When I would see you on television, I would fantasize what it would be like if you were with me. See you later, Mr. Daughtry. . . . hang up!
Imagine, guys, "what it would be like if you were with me. . ." with me or with my campaign. I felt a tingle in my loins.
Now, let me be honest about John Edwards. After my experience with Ace, I did notice John Edwards more on television and primarily because he is from my state. But, I also noticed his smile. Just like Ace, I notice the smile. Why? I just do not know.
See you later, guys!
Dear Guys,
Wow, I hope you are all doing okay, whoever you are. It is a few day since I have written in my letter journal and a few things have happened that have quicked my energy and hunger.
I did meet with John Edwards after all. I cannot disclose to you where that was, but i was impressed with the location: the beauty, the whole area, wow.
John was wearing a suit but he wanted to be left alone with me. I was absolutely nervous, but i think he was too. To me, he was the big guns, I was just a hero for a season, so to speak. Here was this guy who was running for president for the Democratic Party. Wow!
After being escorted in and sitting at a long table with a meal prepared for us, John Edwards proceeded to talk to me. He was very handsome, more handsome in person than even on television. I honestly do not see myself as handsome, but John interestingly began by complimenting me.
Chris, Mr. Edwards said, I like your stage presence. I like the way you dance when you sing. You sure know how to move those hips in those tight jeans.
I was shocked. . .
So I responded humbly. . . Thank you, Mr. Edwards. I do not think I am that good, but i guess my wife does.
John Edwards commented. . . AND SO DO MANY WOMEN AND I BET EVEN SOME GUYS.
I dropped the subject and remained quiet. I was not about to be baited into that one. Ace was my lesson well learned. Even when we had some kind of sex together, he was thinking about my wife. Yes, some kind of mano-o-mano sex. Hmmmm.
Then John told me that he wanted me to sing on his campaign throughout the primary. I could continue to do what I was doing as long as I would schedule some appearances with him on his campaign trail. He told me that there would be a lot of perks and a good compensation and that his secret agent would negotiate it for him.
John then excused himself and told me to wait until the agent came in. So I did.
And who do you think came in through those huge double-doors? You guessed it, ACE YOUNG. I jumped up and said, FUCK YOU, ACE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
Ace looked at me and seemed sad and glad at the same time. HI, CHRIS, Ace smiled. I WORK FOR JOHN EDWARDS AS HIS AGENT FOR THE YOUNGER GENERATIONS AS HE CALLS IT. HE WOULD LIKE FOR YOU TO SIGN UP AS A GUEST ARTIST ON HIS CAMPAIGN TRAIL.
I looked at Ace and I felt this tinge of memory and said, ACE, WHY DID HE NOT ASK FOR YOU TO SING INSTEAD? Ace looked at me in a forlorn state, CHRIS, I BELONG TO JOHN NOW. HE HAS ME ON THE SIDE FOR HIS PERSONAL NEEDS AND I WANT TO DO THAT FOR HIM. I BELIEVE IN HIM AND IN HIS POLITICS AND I WANT HIM TO BE THE NEXT PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.
Personal needs, I thought, hmmmmm.
I read the proposal made by Ace and John's team and signed it. I decided I needed to leave before I break down and get emotional. . . I felt anger for the betrayal of Ace's friendship and a strong sense of jealousy for what I thought was a strange relationship between John Edwards and Ace Young. I felt like i was going to be used again.
As I was leaving, Ace decided to jab my hot spot and asked, HOW'S YOUR PRETTY WIFE? BEING AWAY SO MUCH MUST BE HARD FOR HER. AFTER ALL, YOU ALL HAD SEX EVERYDAY AND NOW WITH YOU BEING GONE, WOW, SHE MUST REALLY BE HOT WHEN YOU RETURN.
A surge of anger came all over me. I looked at him and raised my voice and said, LISTEN, HERE, YOU PUNK. I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE MY WIFE OUT OF YOUR THOUGHTS OR OUR CONVERSATIONS. DO YOU HEAR ME, PUNK? IF YOU KEEP IT UP, I WILL BREAK YOUR JAW.
Ace was unusually calm and he responded almost gently. . . WELL, CHRIS, WHAT'S REALLY TURNING YOU ON? THE THOUGHT OF YOU AND ME OR THE THOUGHT OF YOUR WIFE AND ME.
I responded, PUNK, YOU TURN ME OFF NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE WITH. WITH ME, WITH MY WIFE, WITH THAT JOHN GUY. YOU TURN ME OFF, SO GET OUT OF MY LIFE LIKE YOU HAVE SUCCESSFULLY DONE ALREADY AND KEEP IT THAT WAY.
I stormed out of the room and slammed the door.
As I was driving out of the compound and retreat center in North Carolina, I thought about how messed up it has been since hooking up with Ace. Yet, for some ironic reason, I felt sad that we had lost a friendship, how he had muddled it by trying to attach my wife to the relationship.
I will write more in the near future.
to be continued.