Heaven In Your Eyes
"Where are we Brian?" Nick asked once he realized he was no longer on stage singing his solo.
"I don't know but we're in a line up for something," Brian replied checking his watch. He realized that it ihad stopped and immidiately started winding it.
"But for what?" Nick asked, "and why are we standing on clouds?"
"Beats me!" Brian said still playing with his watch.
"NICK CARTER AND BRIAN LITTRELL!!" boomed a large voice.
"That's us," Brian said moving toward a man in a white cloak.
Nick followed and the man bekonned them to sit down at a large golden desk that seemed to sparkle when touched.
"I didn't expect to see you two here," the man said opening a huge book.
"Where are we?" Nick asked.
"Heaven," the man replied motioning his hand toward the golden gate behind him. The mailbox clearly stated.. HEAVEN.
"We're..." Nick asked turning quite pale, "dead?"
"Oh dear me no!!" the man replied searching inside the desk, he pulled out a name plate.
"St. Bob: Punishment Management" was what it said.
Don't wrooy," St Bob said, "you're not dead, time has stopped for you and you didn't do anything too wrong."
Nick and Brian breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"So what are we here for?" Nick asked timidly. Brian bit his nails and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Well the Big Guy Upstairs is a fan," St Bob started waving a hand toward a bright stairway, it was also clearly marked: "To Upstairs".
"...and he informed me that your solo, isn't exactly... acceptable."
Nick's face fell, he loved his solo.
"We like it too don't worry," Bob said reading Nick's thoughts, "but I need you to change the name."
"Okay! Is that all?!" Brian asked quickly, he was quite jumpy.
"Brian calm down," Bob said, "you seem really tense."
"Me tense? No," he replied, "I'm not tense I'm just terrbly terribly alert."
"Okay, but answering your question, yes that is all," St Bob finished.
"Then what is Bri here for?" Nick asked.
"Oh!" Bob said, "i just wanted your autograph."
Brian started to calm down.
The radio that was sitting on St Bob's desk was playing soft choir music. It was interrupted by the announcer introducing the newest songby the Backstreet Boys. Bob noticed the tortured looks of the two boys and quickly shut it off.
"I need you to help me out," bob whispered across the table.
"Sure," Brian whispered back, "but with what?"
"Well before I was promoted, I was in the hiring department where we had to pick people to become guardian angels, and now I found out that one of the angels I trained didn't quite work out."
"What do you mean?" Nick asked.
"She wasn't very good, when she was supposed to be looking after the twins I assigned her to, she was always off on a coffee break." Bob said,"But look on this contract, ABSOLUTELY NO COFFEE BREAKS!!"
"What are you going to do? Twins are tough to take care of by yourself." Brian asked.
"Is there anyone able to take over?" Nick inquired.
" That's the problem, no one wants to take care of two 17 year old female twins 24/7. Plus there's the fact that they are guy crazy."
Nick smiled and looked at Brian.
"Oh no!" Brian said, "we've got touring to do."
"PUH-LEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nick pleaded.
"No."
Nick gave him a pathetic puppy dog look.
"Fine," Brian said.
"Great!" Bob smiled. he
pulled out a computer and started clicking on a mouse. "We're computerized
now," he explained. "there we go, you can be with the girls all the
time when you're not doing shows of course.. oh yea and you will be completely
invisible."
Bob smiled trumphantly
at the brilliance of his plan.
"Perfect!" nick said signing his name on the dotted line of the contract.