A Story of Mike and His Incredible Pants., chapter 2
Mike tightened his belt before pulling down his sleeveless shirt as far as it would go. He didn't want anybody other than himself to have access to his pants. He sighed, gazing at himself in the mirror.
He saw hands creep around his hips and then give him a tight squeeze. Mike jumped a good foot in the air, screaming. He whirled around, and saw it was only Tre.
"Jesus, man, don't fucking scare me like that." Mike flicked off the bathroom light and walked out, arms crossed over his chest.
"Hey, I was playing around. Are you really that scared?" Tre followed him into the living room, sitting down next to him on the couch. Mike nodded, looking away. "Man, it's only for fun. You saw hat those kids said. 'It's just a joke! '"
Mike sighed, "I know, but... Damn. If I want to keep myself to myself, they need to respect that."
Tre patted Mike's shoulder in comfort, "Yes, true, but you know people like their porn. Porn is your friend." Mike smiled, finally looking up.
"Yeah, you're right. But... When I was younger I didn't give a flying fuck whether I was naked or not, I wasn't self concious at all! But, now I am. I think... I think I'm getting old..." Mike rested his tired face in his hands.
"Aw, no you're not. All guys feel that way at some point. I've felt that way before. I was eating animal crackers the other day and felt sad that I had to eat the poor little animals. That's when I felt I was old."
*
Mike stepped out onto the stage cautiously, bass in hand. His gaze fel over the huge raging crowd, signs popping up here and there, blacks, greens, whites, and reds splattered from place to place. One sign in particular caught his eyes. He stopped to look at it.
It was half covered, so he went over to the mircophone and spoke into it.
"Hey! You, with the sign... Yeah, up there, hold it up higher so I can read it!" the whole stadium went balistic. The fan girls screeched when they realized he was calling for them, so they shot the sign up into the air. As he read it, his eyes went wide.
"PANTS MIKE! LET THE PANTS BE WITH YOU!" And some pictures of Mike pasted on the sides. Whoa. He was already seeing people with signs.
Over the next few weeks of touring, people had actually gotten shirts. Words must be spreading around about this Brigade like wildfire!
People, at one concert, had tried to get on the stage once or twice to pull it off. They were snatched off the stage immediately by security. Mike tried to brush those moments off, but things got worse.
He thought there were going to be some trust worthy kids back stage. But I turned out that one of the young girls was one of 'them'. She ended up informing him about the brigade, what the young fan's intentions were and whatnot.
"So, what do you think?" she asked, finished with her story.
"Hmm.. It could happen" He said winking at her. After she had ran off excitedly, he ran to Tre.
"Holy shit, Tre, these people are going to kill me!"
"What? Who's trying to kill you?"
"These panster people!"
"Cancer people?"
"PANTSER people."
"Ohhh... Why?"
"Do you not see them during the concerts trying to come on stage and shit? I'm getting a bit nervous. And if I decide to pull my pants down like that,.. I want to do it myself. But only if I'm ready." Mike said loudly, causing the crew to stare at them weirdly.
"It's alright, buddy." Tre said wrapping his hands arm around Mike's waist. "I'm sure we'll think of something..."
But, what Mike didn't know, is that Tre had a plan all of his own.
He saw hands creep around his hips and then give him a tight squeeze. Mike jumped a good foot in the air, screaming. He whirled around, and saw it was only Tre.
"Jesus, man, don't fucking scare me like that." Mike flicked off the bathroom light and walked out, arms crossed over his chest.
"Hey, I was playing around. Are you really that scared?" Tre followed him into the living room, sitting down next to him on the couch. Mike nodded, looking away. "Man, it's only for fun. You saw hat those kids said. 'It's just a joke! '"
Mike sighed, "I know, but... Damn. If I want to keep myself to myself, they need to respect that."
Tre patted Mike's shoulder in comfort, "Yes, true, but you know people like their porn. Porn is your friend." Mike smiled, finally looking up.
"Yeah, you're right. But... When I was younger I didn't give a flying fuck whether I was naked or not, I wasn't self concious at all! But, now I am. I think... I think I'm getting old..." Mike rested his tired face in his hands.
"Aw, no you're not. All guys feel that way at some point. I've felt that way before. I was eating animal crackers the other day and felt sad that I had to eat the poor little animals. That's when I felt I was old."
*
Mike stepped out onto the stage cautiously, bass in hand. His gaze fel over the huge raging crowd, signs popping up here and there, blacks, greens, whites, and reds splattered from place to place. One sign in particular caught his eyes. He stopped to look at it.
It was half covered, so he went over to the mircophone and spoke into it.
"Hey! You, with the sign... Yeah, up there, hold it up higher so I can read it!" the whole stadium went balistic. The fan girls screeched when they realized he was calling for them, so they shot the sign up into the air. As he read it, his eyes went wide.
"PANTS MIKE! LET THE PANTS BE WITH YOU!" And some pictures of Mike pasted on the sides. Whoa. He was already seeing people with signs.
Over the next few weeks of touring, people had actually gotten shirts. Words must be spreading around about this Brigade like wildfire!
People, at one concert, had tried to get on the stage once or twice to pull it off. They were snatched off the stage immediately by security. Mike tried to brush those moments off, but things got worse.
He thought there were going to be some trust worthy kids back stage. But I turned out that one of the young girls was one of 'them'. She ended up informing him about the brigade, what the young fan's intentions were and whatnot.
"So, what do you think?" she asked, finished with her story.
"Hmm.. It could happen" He said winking at her. After she had ran off excitedly, he ran to Tre.
"Holy shit, Tre, these people are going to kill me!"
"What? Who's trying to kill you?"
"These panster people!"
"Cancer people?"
"PANTSER people."
"Ohhh... Why?"
"Do you not see them during the concerts trying to come on stage and shit? I'm getting a bit nervous. And if I decide to pull my pants down like that,.. I want to do it myself. But only if I'm ready." Mike said loudly, causing the crew to stare at them weirdly.
"It's alright, buddy." Tre said wrapping his hands arm around Mike's waist. "I'm sure we'll think of something..."
But, what Mike didn't know, is that Tre had a plan all of his own.
