don’t break my reverie
find that he
daydreaming just like me.”
-Ella Fitzgerald, “Day Dream”
Lance opened the door to find a pallid Lillian standing in the doorway,
with her clothes and laptop in clutched in her arms.
“Come on in, sweetheart,” he said, taking the items from her grasp.
“Thanks, Lance,” she whispered tiredly.
Chris was sitting on his bed, reading over the filler notes he wanted to
include in their new album. He glanced up at Lillian when she entered the room.
He immediately noticed that something was wrong.
“What’s up, Lily?” he inquired.
She smiled weakly at him. “It’s nothing big. I just left my room
because Elaine and Justin are going to want to be alone tonight.” Seeing
Lance’s questioning eyes, she explained further. “I woke up a few minutes
ago and they were making out in the hallway. And they didn’t look really happy
to see me open the door. So I figured I should just leave.”
Lance put a comforting arm around her. “Homeless tonight, huh?”
She nodded, and he said, “Don’t worry. You can stay with us. You can
have my bed.”
“Or mine,” Chris piped up.
She refused, replying, “Thanks, guys, for everything. But you need your
rest for tomorrow, not me. I’ll just take the couch. I’m small enough,
“Okay,” Lance acquiesced, but only because he could see that she
didn’t feel like arguing tonight. “I got to go use the bathroom, so feel
free to grab some pillows and blankets from the beds.”
“Yeah, I’ll be right back,” Chris added. “I have to go change.”
She murmured, “Okay,” already situating herself on the couch. It was
surprisingly soft. There was no one around, so she opened her laptop to finish
her abandoned email to Karen from before.
So as I was saying (typing?), the concert was disrupted. I felt so badly
for everyone. I think this accident really freaked them out. Especially a
certain blonde singer. And speaking of him, I can’t get my mind off of him! He
just invades my thoughts constantly. It’s still amazing that I actually talk
to him on a daily basis. No one back at MIT would believe this. I don’t even
believe it half the time. It’s like I should pinch myself every few seconds,
just to make sure I’m really awake.
He’s turned out to be even more incredible than I thought he would be.
Looking at a poster of him is one thing; standing face to face with him is a
whole other story. His beautiful face, his beautiful eyes, his beautiful voice.
I know you’re probably laughing it up right now, but if you were here, you’d
be completely in lust too. And I don’t know, maybe it’s more than lust.
heard the bathroom door open, so she quickly finished her email.
I have to go now, keep in touch.
She lowered the laptop’s lid just as Lance and Chris returned to the
“Good night Lance, good night Chris,” she said.
“’Night, Lily,” they replied as Lance turned off the lamp near his
bed, drowning the room in darkness.
“Argh! I need some hair gel! Where is my stupid gel?!” Justin growled
drowsily, looking through his bags. JC was sleeping peacefully on his bed, and
Justin didn’t want to wake him up to ask if he had any gel. I
know, I’ll check with Lance. He’s so picky about his hair.
He stumbled out of his room with his eyes still narrowed from sleep and
headed to the room across the hall. He nodded to one of the bodyguards
patrolling the hall and opened the unlocked door. I guess someone forgot to
lock it last night.
Entering the room, he went straight for the bathroom, but finding no gel
he left to search through Lance’s bags. He approached the small table that
held the luggage, but was distracted halfway to his destination. I must still
be sleeping. After rubbing his eyes carefully and looked again. Nope, not
It was Lillian. Sleeping on the couch. That’s . . . odd. To say the
least. Why would she be sleeping in here? Suddenly he remembered the night
before. When he and Elaine had been making out in front of her room. And when
Lillian had left the room in a hurry, carrying her clothes. Oh. Well I guess
it makes sense.
Justin forgot the initial reason he had come into the room, and instead
moved towards the small figure nestled into the cushions of the couch. She
looked to be deep in her slumber, not even waking up when she tossed around
impatiently, searching for a more comfortable position.
Why didn’t Lance or Chris give her their bed? he wondered. She
furrowed her brow all of a sudden and turned her face so that it faced away from
the couch. Maybe she’s having a nightmare. Not even giving it a second
thought, he crouched down next to her sleeping form and carefully put one of his
calloused hands on her cheek. Almost immediately, her expression relaxed and her
whole body seemed to grow less tense.
Unknown to him, his face broke into a gentle smile at her reaction. Lillian
sure is cute when she sleeps. Wait a minute, what the hell am I thinking?
The smile dropped from his face and he took his hand away from her smooth cheek,
then backed away from the couch. Taking a swift glance at his sleeping friends
and reassured that they hadn’t seen him, he promptly exited the room.
“Did you sleep alright, Lilypad?” Joey asked. Chris had filled him in
on what happened last night before Justin had come back to the table with his
cereal. Lillian was sitting with them around one of the smaller round tables in
a quiet corner of the hotel’s immense banquet room.
She nodded and smiled at him, even though everyone could see the light
bruises under her eyes. She didn’t want to tell them that her sleep had been
plagued by repeated images of Justin and Elaine getting very physical with each
other. She had woken up several times through the duration of the night, but by
the time dawn broke through the curtains, she was so exhausted that she slept
right through her nightmares.
It was strange, but in the middle of one of the more disturbing dreams
she had suddenly felt calm and warm. She didn’t think overmuch about it;
dreams were weird things.
Justin dropped into his seat across from Lillian, his hair disarrayed. He
had managed to steal the whole pitcher of milk from the buffet table and was now
pouring it in his Apple Jacks-filled bowl.
“Hey, J,” Lance greeted cheerfully.
His friend looked up and mumbled a “’Morning’” through the food
in his mouth.
All the guys immediately jerked their glances up to stare at Justin.
“Oh-“ Joey began.
“-my-“ Chris followed.
“-God,” JC finished.
Lillian looked at them, thoroughly confused. “What? What happened?”
Lance gestured towards Justin, who had resumed shoveling cereal into his
mouth. “Did you see that? He actually said something.”
Lillian continued to regard him blankly.
“Justin never says anything coherent before his breakfast.
Didn’t you ever read any teenybopper magazines? That was always his ‘fun
“Oh,” she replied. “Actually, no, I never did read those magazines.
I didn’t have much money to spend on stuff like that.”
“Well, now you know that you have just witnessed something that happens
every . . . oh, once in a blue moon. A blue moon in a leap year,” Joey
Lillian began to laugh, before she realized that he wasn’t joking.
“Guys, come on!” Justin exclaimed. “I can hear you. I’m sitting
right next to you.”
He got up, already done with his food, and burped loudly. “Sorry,
Lillian,” he apologized, not the least bit embarrassed.
“Hey, don’t we get an apology?” asked JC, pretending to be
“Hell no!” Justin laughed as he stole a piece of bacon from JC’s
plate and left the banquet room.
As soon as he had cleared the doorway, he hurried to his room, trying to
smooth down his curls with his hands. Gotta get some gel!
He yanked open the door to Lance’s room and went straight for the bags
still on the table. However, he was distracted once again when he accidentally
tripped on something on the ground. He immediately looked down and saw a black
cord stretched across the floor reaching a nearby wall outlet. His eyes traced
the cord in the other direction to settle on a thin laptop with its lid not
quite shut. He recognized it as belonging to Lillian.
Can’t the batteries be wasted this way? He went over to close it
all the way, before a little voice prompted him to wreak some havoc. She
won’t know if I just peek around a little bit. I won’t put a virus on it or
anything, just look around. Get a glance at the kind of person she is.
Convinced that it wouldn’t hurt anyone, he opened the laptop
completely. He saw that there was an email on the screen, not yet sent. He
suddenly felt too intrusive, and began to close the lid, only to spot the words
“certain blonde singer” in the message. Certain blonde singer?
curiosity aroused, he abandoned his conscience and read the whole email with
growing interest. When he finished, he left the laptop the way he had found it
and sat back to think about what he had just read.
Lillian has a crush on Lance. Why?! I mean, not that Lance is bad or anything .
. . but wouldn’t it make more sense if she liked me? I wouldn’t have thought
that she would be so comfortable around her crush. Someone like her would act
more shyly, like the way she is around me. Am I lacking in some way?
he wondered incredulously, with a hint of jealousy.
he shook his head, as if trying to dislodge his thoughts. He felt annoyed at
himself for thinking what he did.
it, J. Just get the hair gel and go.
He went to Lance’s bag, finally retrieved what he had originally come
for, and disappeared out the door, still shaking his head.