28 - What About the Fans?
by Coach_Michaels
Copyright© 2019 by Coach_Michaels
Romantic Story: The court-ordered separation is about to go into effect. How will the child-couple deal with this and, what about their fans? How can they do concerts when they aren't allowed within a thousand feet (305 metres) of each other? Slightly modified from its original form. -- I'm numbering them so that they will be listed in chronological order. Every now and then I might stick something in that happened before something else.
Tags: Romantic Heterosexual
9:36 P.M., Thursday, November 12, 2015
PLUR-MAkKikM, just outside Honolulu, HI
The treehouse was dark. Paula Akron blinked back a tear.
“I’m going to miss you so much!”
Paul Macon hugged the other child a little tighter. There had been a lot of tears lately, as they didn’t know how long they would be apart. They trusted Ted, sort of, and he assured them that he could get the system to work FOR them for a change.
But that system, that’s what the children didn’t trust. If Ted hadn’t worked out a Plan B, the flight to Africa option, they probably would have run away by now, perhaps going to California for real. Hey, the last time they had run off California had been a lie; the damned grown-ups would never think to look there now.
“I’ll miss you just as much,” the boy assured her. “I’ll see everybody else just as much: Ted, Cassandra, Dr. Rosi, even Michiko. But...”
“Oh my God!” Paula shouted.
“What?” Paul asked.
The little girl slapped herself in the forehead. “The fans! We can’t get together to do shows; not unless Michiko can find us a one thousand one foot stage. FUCK!”
“I ... I hadn’t even thought...”
“Neither had I!”
“We gotta do something for the fans!”
“They’ve been wonderful!”
Paula thought hard. “Maybe we can release messages? ‘We want to thank you for your support,’ that kind of thing. Maybe you release one and then later I release one? Just so everybody knows we’re not together when we record it.”
“Maybe we can record solos,” Paul suggested, “and release those? But the concerts ... FUCK!”
“There’s no way to do concerts,” Paula said.
“What time is it?”
Paula looked at the bedside alarm clock. “9:40. Why?”
“Ted always stays up ‘till about midnight,” the little boy pointed out. “Let’s go ask him if he has any ideas.”
“We’re supposed to be in bed for the night,” Paula reminded her boyfriend. “There’s school tomorrow.”
“Are you gonna be able to get any sleep until we think of something?” Paul asked.
The nine year old girl heaved a big sigh. “No. OK, let’s go talk to Ted.”
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