I didn't even bother calling the NEC to find ticket prices for the Hanson concert. I couldn't believe that the one (and probably only) time that Hanson decides to come to the UK I have to bugger off to bloody France. Shit. Just my luck.

I kept on trying to find good points to console myself. I did get to go on the EuroStar and we'd be staying in one of EuroDisney's top hotels.

Or I could see Taylor in the flesh.

Still no contest, but I was starting to feel a bit better....

The trip down to the EuroStar was uneventful enough, although as we got closer I was starting to get more excited. We boarded the huge Channel Tunnel train and were directed to the first class section. I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT! My dad was really making up for the last year or two...

The train started to pull out of the station and my dad grinned at me. I couldn't believe it was happening. I decided to put my ruck-sack in one of the overhead lockers and just as I'd stood up, the brakes were slammed on, sending me flying down the centre isle.

Half an hour later we were under way and in the Chunnel, the carriage lit by rather un-subtle fluroescent lights. I was starting to feel hungry so I decided to head to the buffet car in the next carage. My mum fished around in her hand bag and pushed a ten quid note into my hand saying that this was my holiday. I thanked her and decided to have something slightly more interesting than the drink I'd intended. My dad stuck in an order for "anything rubbishy and a cup of tea" so I meandered towards the buffet.

As I walked through into the next carrage I saw a blonde kid with a pony-tail and Ray-bans sat fiddling with a walkman, and for all I could think it seemed just like Taylor Hanson. I just dismissed this as my over active imagination lusting over him and went on to the buffet car. I ordered two burgers, fries, a coke and a cup of tea and headed back to my seat. Halfway down the car I froze -- it WAS Taylor Hanson sat there! I couldn't believe my luck!

I took a deep breath and walked towards him. As I neared his seat he looked up at me and smiled. I couldn't believe how great he looked! I think I said hi, but I couldn't be sure I was so overwhelmed! After what seemed like minutes, I got the courage to say something:

"Uh, Taylor?"

"Yeah?"

"Um, hi! I wondered if, er I... If I could have your autograph..."

"Sure! What do you want me to sign, then?"

This stumped me for a moment. I then realised I didn't have anything for him to sign!

"Um, could you sign this napkin? I haven't got anything else on me..."

"Sure..."

I tried to pull the napkin from between my fingers, but in doing so managed to send my dad's cup of tea flying straight into Taylor's lap. He yelped and lept a foot in the air, desperately trying pull his jeans off.

"Shit, man, I'm sorry....."

"Hey, it doesn't matter - these things happen..."

"Yeah, but... Sorry, man, really..."

"Look - it doesn't matter. Why don't you put that stuff down and THEN give me the napkin."

"Uh, ok..."

I couldn't believe I'd just drenched my idol in steaming hot tea. And I wasn't exactly making an engaging converstaion....

"OK - now, who do I make this out to?"

"Ermmm, Dean."

"That you? Cool name."

"Thanks."

I watched as he scribbled on the napkin:

"To Dean - Thanks for steaming my wallnuts! Tay."

"Hey - do you mind if you sit here for a while - it gets kinda boring on my own."

"Er, sure! Are you on your own?"

"Yeah - we had a recording session in a French studio a couple of days back. Apparantly I messed up on my vocals so I gotta go back to re-record them. Ike and Zac get to go to Alton Towers while I'm doin' this. Life really sucks sometimes."

"Yeah. I really wanted to come and see you in concert, but my parents got me a surprise trip to EuroDisney. We're just on our way now."

"To be honest I don't think you'll miss a whole lot - Ike's just got over having Flu and he can't sing for shit at the moment - kinda messes up the harmony, ya know?"

"I'd still like to have gone..."

The converstaion continued, us talking about where we lived and what our hobbies were. It turned out that we both liked the same sort of music, were both into video and both roller-bladed. It also sunk into my head that not only was I sat next to Taylor Hanson, but that he was sat with nothing but a shirt and a pair of Calvin Klien's on. I started to get a major hard-on just looking at him. From what I could see, he was fairly well packed for a 14-year-old and this was not helping the situation at all. I looked back up at him and our eyes met. Shit! He'd seen me checking him out. I looked away. A moment later, I felt his leg against mine. I looked back at him and he said

"When are you getting back from EuroDisney?"

"In a week's time. My dad can't afford us to be there for any longer."

"That's a shame - you'll miss all the UK dates then. We're not leaving straight away, though - my dad wants to take us walking in the Derbyshire Dales, wherever they are."

"They're only about a half-hour from my house..."

"That's cool - maybe we could see each other again! You could show me the highlights of the Midlands..."

"Highlight. And that's Alton Towers..."

"Hey - gimme your phone number - I'll call you in a week"

"Yeah, right..."

"No really I will - I promise!"

I gave him my number but didn't pin much hope on him calling me. Why would he, a young superstar that could do anything he wanted, want to see me again?

Just as I gave him the number the EuroStar was pulling into the Paris station. I couldn't believe we'd been talking the whole time. Tay suddenly realised he didn't have any dry trousers to wear. I told him to hang on for a second as I legged it back down the train. My parents watched bemused as I pulled a pair of Bermuda shorts from my ruck sack and legged it back down the train again. Tay thanked me and a minute later he was gone. At least he'd have something that might possibly remind him of me....

I have to admit that EuroDisney was absolutely excellent - I don't think I'd ever had that much fun in a week in all my life. However every night as I lay in my bed I kept thinking of Taylor in just his Calvins sitting right next to me. Each night I'd wank two or three times thinking about him - and towards the end of the week I decided that I was in love.


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