Before Concert Fun At Britney Spear’s Hotel Room
I hated her music. I hated everything that she stood for. She was pop music made by business people who wear suits and ties. It was made for one purpose, to make money. There was no significance to any of it. She had make-up artists, fashion people, and others waiting on her every need. She stood for everything that was wrong in our society that tries to sell you everything you do not need. I wanted to punish her for every time I heard those damn songs. Every time I had to listen her describe herself as the next Madonna. I wanted her to know that her soulless music was shallow and so was she. I also wanted to fuck her. Yes, it is true, the more you hate someone, the more you want them. I wanted Britney Spears.
It was almost summer, and Britney was finishing up touring in our Nation’s Capital. I had taken a job at the arena as a stage hand for concerts. I needed the money while I was taking classes at a local community college. Most the time at these concerts I would run errands for the performer, going to stores getting them whatever they needed. I hated it. I hated how every performer thought they were so important and that the world revolves around them. I won’t even mention the horror that was Mariah Carey’s concert. I was ready to kill her! So here I was on a beautiful Saturday morning going to the star’s hotel room to get a list of items that they would like before the concert.
Before I continue, let me describe myself. I’m no model or anything special. On the short side, blonde hair, not in terribly great shape either. Just your average white boy, college slacker. However, I learned to make up for my shortfalls by being able to please women in any matter. It’s a survival thing, we all have to do what we can to get by. Especially when it came to getting pussy.
So I walk out to the elevator of the hotel to her room. I’m excited to meet Britney Spears but I know it will just be a disappointment because I hear she’s a bitch like all the other teen stars. I walked up to her door, which was not the penthouse but was still one of the nicer rooms at the hotel. I knocked three times and took a deep breath to relax.
"Who is it?" came a sweet young girl’s voice from inside.
"My name’s Tyler, I’m here to pick up Ms. Spears’ list of pre-concert items," I said.
"OK, hold on a sec," the sweet voice replied.
The door opened a crack and there stood a young woman in a white tank top and cut-off denim shorts. It was definitely Britney. She took one look at me and mentioned for me to come in, not looking too long at myself.
"Here’s the list, it’s nothing to difficult, just some basic food stuff," said Britney.
"OK, I’ll take care of it right away Ms. Spears." I replied.
"Oh take your time, no rush, and please, call me Britney. I’m not as egotistic as they make me out to be. I’m not Christina!" said Britney with a grin.
"That’s nice to know," I quickly replied.
I turned around to leave but then Britney spoke up.
"Don’t leave yet, I really could use the company and talk to someone my age other than dancers and fans," Britney said with a pleading look.
"Um, OK, I can always do the list later and they won’t miss me back at the stage," I replied staring into her eyes in disbelief. No star EVER offered for me to stay!
We sat together on a big soft couch facing a large screen TV. She had MTV playing but the sound down so we could talk. She was sitting on the couch with her hair pulled down to the side of her face. God, her skin looked so nice and tan and she wasn’t wearing much makeup! She had those nice tan legs curled up in front of her. I leaned back and tried to relax. I was nervous but I kept telling myself that she is just a person like you.
"So what kind of music do you listen to?" Britney asked.
"Um, mostly groups like the Wallflowers. I also like the Chili Peppers, Creed, and some old groups from the 70’s," I told her.
I wanted to tell her how much I hated her music. How I thought it was ruining our culture and had no value. But you stare at those breasts in a tank top with nipples slightly pointing out and you’ll be nice too.
"Oh yeah, I guess you aint into pop music too much," she said.
