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Cassadine TNG 20

Wednesday morning at 9am the Mayday tour bus makes it’s way to an industrial park on the fringes of Los Angeles. This is the property of CSMC and handled the same kind of hub action as the property back in Boston. They could handle the care and maintenance of the bus while acting as the duplication hub for the CSMC- Adult division and talent demands. There are waiting vehicles that are going to take the band to their accommodations. George and Bess are going to be staying at the newly acquired dacha in Malibu, a present from Fancy, Baba and Stefan. It would only be a few days. Bess has to be back in Boston to make concert dates there and to take care of business.

Anders had flown back to Boston along with the parents of the bride. Baby and Josef had flown back to Port Charles along with the parents of the groom. Karin and Mark had gotten a phone call on Tuesday night and taken off with barely a hi/bye we shouldn’t wait so long before doing this again.

“This morning’s top international story. Pictures are now coming through of the eruption of Mt Kelut on the eastern island of Java, Indonesia. Evacuation is in process as the eruption threatens the crater’s lake. If the crater is breeched in the wrong spot, a city of over 30,000 will be buried beneath mud floes....”

Chandy shakes her head and turns off the morning news in the bus. “Guess we know where Karin and Mark went.”

“You think it’s going to throw off a Tsunami?” Bess wonders. She’d hitched a ride along with the band rather than being separated from her new hubby.

“Wouldn’t that just be the topper. But considering it’s Indonesia if they thought that was going to happen they would have led with it.” George suggests.

“If they start doing evacuations you have to figure that the Good Fortune or one of the sister ships will be standing by.” Chandy turns everything off in preparation of handing over the keys to the maintenance team. They are going to have to pack up the bus. And then decide what would be taken with them and what would be staying here in The States. They’d be packing the next week with prep for the international show. For the asian leg and down in Australia and New Zealand they are part of a bigger show so they had to actually prep for a larger stage and work on some more moves to get them through.
Alecia had said that they were ready for the big tour but going along with another band was going to be make it easier as far as customs, contract performance riders and would also get them into venues used to dealing with foreign acts. Having Alecia running things is definitely making it a hell of a lot of easier. She’d done more than a couple of international tours and knows the ins, outs and screw ups. She’d had Tori put together a tour book of dos and don’ts including pork in predominately muslim countries, standards of dress and the whole lot. The last thing that Mayday needs to do is create an international incident. Tori had also included the penalties for stuff that would normally get a pass back in the US– including chewing gum in Singapore. They were going to have a couple of weeks here basically studying for their tour as well as learning a new stage show.

“Hey you guys going to ever get off the bus?” Paul raps on the door.

Chandy throws it open and greets the original lead guitar player with a hug. “Good to see you.”

“Good to be seen.” Paul agrees. He comes back into the bus and first things first gives the Bride a kiss. “Hell of a party back in on Boston. Everyone from the orchestra watched over at CSMC– Talent. But I think they understood why you couldn’t be there.” Then he moves to George and gives him a man hug complete with back thumping. Then he does the nod and fist tapping with John, Stan and Will. “Everything is set up. Bess, you and the new hubby are going to an undisclosed location that nobody knows about and will only be reached by phone for the next few days. Now if you chose to answer the phone rather than just looking at your messages now and then.. Well George will never hear the end of it. It will probably be a bigger story than the chicken**** proposing over the phone.”

“You are so never going to live that down.” John shakes his head and grabs his duffle to step off the bus.

With George and Bess off at the Cassadine family Dacha in Malibu honeymooning the rest of Mayday is staying at a house from the CSMC-LA portfolio. They’d have two weeks here in LA but it wouldn’t be a vacation. They are working on the tour making sure that the set is tight and the new choreography for the bigger stages is in place and comfortable. Alecia had hooked them up with a good choreographer and Mona had tracked down some rehearsal space in an out of the way dance studio.

Paul and Alecia are using space in the Tower building to make sure that everything is just right as far as contract riders are concerned. It isn’t something stupid like M&M’s have to be provided before every show but only the green ones. It’s serious stuff like there having to be room temperature bottled water, and peppermint tea for Chandy to preserve her voice and her stomach. That there had to be a car or van big enough for Mayday and a driver provided. That the venues had to provide security and privacy. Clean dressing rooms are good and reserved phone line for getting business done. Maybe when they’re head liners they could start asking for presorted M&Ms but they aren’t there yet and hopefully never would be that much of a head case. All they really wanted was food that wasn’t going to give them food poisoning and some prestamped post cards of local attractions so they would have something to send back to the folks back home whether it was Stanley’s mom and Fancy, George’s Bess and his parents, John’s parents, Chandy’s family especially Bill who had demanded foreign stamps. With as much postcard writing they were planning, the Stud was going to have to come up with someone to write to too.

The choreography is heavy for John, Chandy and the Stud. Stanley is planted behind the drum kit. Stan has some showy moves on the kit but he doesn’t need to know where the lights are and where to put his feet. It’s much the same for George on keyboards. His position is fixed– it’s one of the reasons why he can be taking a honeymoon right now and just working via email... when he thought about it. Fancy arrives at the dance studio at the time Stanley had told her they’d be getting done. She comes in time to see the end of the rehearsal. Considering the sweat stained gear, it had been a serious workout. When there is a break in the action, Fancy announces herself. “Hey. How is it going?”

Chandy uses a towel hung over a chair to wipe her face. “It’s going. Having a red letter day of the first concert already circled makes this deadline oriented. Got a phone call this morning saying we’ve been kicked off the Malaysia tour date. So we’ll have a day off right there in the middle unless Paul and Alecia come up with something.”

“Why?!” Fancy protests.

“Second blessing.” Stanley comes up on the conversation and informs Fancy. “They got a thing against women’s self expression over there– The Morals police have evidently been hanging out on You Tube watching Chandy do her thing.”

“That was mentioned specifically and in detail.” Chandy says wryly. “But it didn’t stop there. Evidently there was a whole five or six page fax that outlined everything they didn’t like about our second set and that would have to be changed before we could perform there.”

“You have got to be kidding.” Fancy shakes her head in disbelief.

“I was there when the fax came through– Paul and I were going out to hit the links.” John interjects. “First page he was groaning and could see on his face that he was trying to figure out how to tell us we’d have to change the set. By the time the third fax page had arrived he’d gone to his F’ you face. By the time the fifth page he was already on the phone to our before and after Malaysia dates seeing what the numbers are and letting them know we’ve been banned in Malaysia. We’ll probably pick up an extra date there.”

“It’s not bad.” Stan shrugs. “It was between Singapore and Perth and we were planning on kicking in Perth anyway. Karin’s folks were going to be showing us the town.”

“Screw them.” Fancy says supportively. “It’s Malaysia’s loss. Hopefully the kids will rise up and overthrow the morals police.”

“And we’ll be the first show when they do.” John laughs.

“You guys are done?” Fancy asks.

“Yeah, just finished up.” The Stud answers but then catches Chandy’s glare and wonders what the hell. Here he is just trying to be nice and Chandy’s giving him the stink eye.

“Great. Stan, Vic told me the name of this great place. Totally low key and casual. You ready to go?”

“Let me get my stuff.” Stanley nods and heads over to the other side of the room.

“Fancy, do not be messing with my drummer.” Chandy threatens.

“It’s dinner, Aunt Chandy. Get over it.” Fancy retorts.

After Fancy and Stanley leave, Will gets sick of the evil eye and protests. “What? Make up your ****ing mind. Here I am trying to be the nice polite guy and you’re giving me ****?!”

“I didn’t say a word.”

“You really didn’t have to, Chandy.” John comes in on Will’s side on this one. He turns to Will though to give him the reminder. “You do realize that Fancy is totally jailbait– in fact anything happens between those two jail will be the least of Stan’s problems and we’ll have to get a new drummer– two weeks before leaving on a world tour?”

“Nothing is going to happen.” The Stud denies but he is also wincing. He’s been around Stan enough to know the guy has it bad. Still defensive. “He’s got a counter on his website– okay! He knows exactly when she turns 18.”

“I’m not worried about what Stan is going to do.” Chandy mutters. “I know you’re new to the concept, Stud, but have you figured out yet with Alecia, Baby Hell me on occasion that there is really nothing more dangerous than a woman with a brain? Fancy make look all cute and cuddley but she’s got the hormones of a teenager and a brain like a steel trap.”

“You don’t think she’d Yoko the band do you ?” Will worries.

“Now he starts thinking.” Chandy snarks. She grabs her cell and calls Mouse. “Hey Mouse, it’s Chandy. Stan and Fancy just left to go out for dinner.”

“Thanks for the heads up.” Mouse answers and reaching over to his big board back in Port Charles on Spoon Island activates the tracker on Fancy’s car. If they are stopped anywhere longer than 20 minutes there is going to be a CSMC- LA tail on them.

“This place is great.” Stan looks out over the water and reaches for another french fry. They are at a drive in on the Coast highway heading toward Malibu.

“It wasn’t just Vic who recommended it; Baby did too. Uncle Stefan’s dacha is only a couple of miles from here so we stop here after coming out to see the horses.”

“The Dacha... that’s where you guys stashed George and Bess right?”

“Not saying a word.” Fancy smirks at the Mayday drummer.

“Okay they’ve stopped.” Mouse announces. He finds the location on the GPS. “Coast highway...”

“It’s a drive in. Really good seafood, good view. Casual.” Baby tells her computer guru after recognizing the place on the map. “Probably kick of their shoes and go for a walk on the beach after dinner.”

“Sounds like a freaking personals ad. Like long walks on the beach...”

“There is a reason why it’s a cliche.” Baby reminds. She shakes her head. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Having my own daughter tailed. She’s sixteen years old and for the most part has a good head on her shoulders. She thinks things through. It’s not unrealistic for her to be sexually active now... or at least...”

“Running the bases?” Mouse quips. He shakes his head. “Yeah, it’s kind of sick that I’m more worried about Stan. He’s going to get his heart broken. He’s been dating for the last dozen years. He’s ready to fall in love and have a steady girl. Fancy should be dating– seeing what’s out there. It’s two different places in their life.”

“And Stan is about to go on tour. It’s a relationship with an end date.”

He reaches for the off button to turn off the surveillance and holds his hand over it waiting for Baby’s signal.

Baby nods.

With a click of a button the screen goes dark. “Stefan isn’t going to be happy.”

“And Uncle Stefan didn’t know what I was doing at 16 either. Sometimes it’s just better that way.” Baby gives Mouse a pat on the shoulder. “If she isn’t home by curfew....”

“Right, I’ll turn it back on and let Frankie know where to pick her up.”

Curling an arm around her waist, Stanley lift Fancy from her feet and up on to a log that bring her up to his height so they are looking at each other eye to eye. She stumbles to find her balance and grabs hold of his shirt at the shoulder.

“I gotcha.” Stan keeps both hands on her hips making sure she’s got her footing.

“Do you?” The tone of Fancy’s voice brings Stan’s focus just to her.

Slowly he leans in and gives her a kiss on the lips. It’s a testing, just a taste.

Fancy parts her lips and deepens the kiss. Curling her hands in his shirt she brings him in closer so that their bodies are pressed together.

He slides his hands up from her hips to under her top so that his hands are against the bare skin of her back bringing her even closer. Coming up for air. “We’ve got to stop. Your birthday....”

“Is too far away and so are you.” Fancy reinitiates the kiss and grinds her hip against him savoring the way his body reacts to hers. She knows she has his full attention.

Shifting his hands around so that they are at her pelvis, he takes two steps back and then bends over at the waist shaking his head and trying to get the blood redistributed. “You’re killing me. C’mom, Fancy. I promised.”

“It was a really stupid promise.”

“Yeah, maybe...” He looks up at her. “Definitely. But I made it. ****.” Taking a deep breath he takes a few more steps back and turns to face the ocean. Keeping his back to her, he walks to just out of the surf’s reach.

Hopping down from the stump, Fancy goes up to Stan and hugs him from behind. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make it so hard.”

“Oh yes, you did.” Stan’s voice is wry. He puts a hand over Fancy’s hands to make sure they don’t start slipping south of his beltbuckle.

“Okay. I did. But I’m not teasing you, Stanley.”

“You know that makes it even har... worse.” Turning around he cups her face and looks down into those gorgeous eyes. It’s between gritted teeth. “Eighteen not a day before.” He takes a deep breath and tries to speak more normally. “You know I want to be with you. Hell I let you drive my car. Don’t make me stay away, Fancy.”

“What are you talking about?!” Fancy demands.

“I want you. You know I want you. And I can’t... ****. You’ve got to help me out here, Fancy.”

“What... you think we should... date or something?” Fancy says it like a dirty word.

“Yeah. Date. Meals, movies, concerts, coffee– you drink coffee right. Go dancing...okay maybe not dancing. Dancing may be a really bad idea.”

Fancy pounces on that. “You already gave me dancing. No takebacks.”

“The kind of dancing I know how to do... bad idea.”

“So you’ll just have to learn another kind. We both will. The others have to do all that choreography and dance class for the tour but you don’t need to be there all the time. You’re already at the studio. They’ll be the next room over or something so we’ll have...” She rolls her eyes... “Chaperones. Uncle Stefan and Baba have been on me to learn how to really dance anyway.”

“You’re not talking like the waltz or the foxtrot are you?” Stanley’s horror is plain.

“Actually, I was thinking more the Tango.” And the other latin dances... but we’ll start with the tango and move on the samba, rumba hell even the lambada.

I don’t want to hear a word against Stanley ever. I know Aunt Chandy probably snitched me off when I picked him up from rehearsal. Yes, I admit it. I tried to seduce him but he got all noble and stuff about how he promised to wait until I was 18. He wants to date. DATE. So that’s what we’re going to do. He leaves on tour in two weeks and we’re going to DATE. And when he goes on tour then I’ll be calling, emailing and texting but don’t worry no pictures. After they got kicked off the Malaysia part of the tour I don’t want to get anyone in trouble. And when he gets back from tour... I’m going to get him to renegotiate that promise because this is BULL. I finally hook up with a great guy and then can’t seal the deal because of my age. It’s not like it isn’t been there and done that– the difference would be this is a guy I WANT and who makes me feel GOOD. I don’t see the problem. And anyone who does can just keep it to themselves!!

Fancy posts the entry to her journal and waits for the fallout. It’s Midnight so maybe it wouldn’t happen tonight. Maybe it would be tomorrow. Or if it is tonight it will be someone out here in LA. The phone rings. Fancy checks the caller ID. This one she didn’t expect. “Dr Cam, you’re up late, early? It’s what 3am your time?”

“Working on the follow up book I’m writing with Casey Marcos and Cass Winthrop. Was taking a break and thought I’d catch up on your journal.”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“Understood. Anyone gives you a ration, or Stanley either you refer them to me.”

“You mean it? Really!”

“Absolutely. Refer them straight back to me. I only have a problem with three words in that entry.”

“Uh oh.” Here comes the other shoe. “What.”

“Seal the deal. It’s called making love, Fancy. Deals are sealed with handshakes or signatures on contracts not sex. When you and Stanley are ready to make love it’s not going to be about power nor manipulation it’ll be about two people who care about each other and their feelings. What you want to have with Stanley has nothing to do with Kenny Lorie. It isn’t been there and done that. It isn’t sealing the deal. You still there?”

“Yeah.”

Cameron Lewis can hear the tears in her voice. “I love you, Fancy. You’re the best granddaughter a guy could ask for. You’re smart, funny-- a bit too goal oriented sometimes but it makes you, you. I trust your judgement. Stanley is probably just what you’ve been looking for. And if you do anything to change that journal entry... well then just add to it. That anyone who doesn’t like it can call me.... in a few hours because I’m going to bed. Talk to you later?”

“Promise.” Fancy sniffs. “Love you too, Dr Cam.”

“Goodnight, Fancy. Oh and Mini-golf. Quickest way to see a person’s true personality. Take them for a round of mini-golf.” With that final piece of advice, Cam hangs up.

The End... for now.