Okay, before I start this one I should clarify that I am not indicating any kind of time lapse in the traditional sense. When you see the name of a city at
the top of a paragraph, just assume that some amount of time has passed. How much time is insignificant at this point of the story.
I own none of these characters, etc etc.
New Orleans
It was hot and muggy, and Chandler was miserable. He just wanted to go home and sleep. This damn flu wasn't going away, and
he really did not want to force the band to cancel the Atlanta show.
There was a knock on his hotel room door. Chandler jumped up, hoping that it was Monica with his cold medication. No such luck.
"Janice," Chandler said dejectedly, "What do you want?"
"I heard my little Bing-a-Ling was feeling under the weather, and I wanted to come cheer him up!" She threw open her coat to reveal
a very thin neglegie.
"Uh, Janice" Chandler said quietly, "We need to talk."
Monica was walking down the hall, headed for Chandler's room. She'd purchased every type of cold medicine the drug store had.
As she approached Chandler's room, she could hear screaming. She stood at the door, trying to hear what was happening.
She debated about whether or not to knock. Suddenly, the door flew open, and Janice came flying out.
"I hate you!" She yelled back at Chandler, as she stormed out, oblivious to Monica's presence.
Monica poked her head into the door, and saw Chandler lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
"So, Janice took that well," she said, walking in.
"Oh, yeah. She's such a mellow girl." Chandler stated sarcastically.
"How are you feeling?" Monica asked, not wanting to dwell on Janice any longer.
"Eh." Chandler said, then started coughing uncontrollably.
"We're cancelling Atlanta." Monica said, pouring Chandler a glass of water.
"No, I'm okay."
"We're cancelling Atlanta."
*
Janice was furious. He was just dumping her? Just like that? She couldn't believe that he said that they weren't actually even
dating! "I'm gonna get you for this Chandler Bing," she thought, "If it's the last thing I do."
*
Ross woke up with a killer hangover. He couldn't even remember getting back to his room last night. He tried to sit up, but the room
was spinning. He suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to throw up.
*
Rachel contemplated whether or not to knock on Ross' door. She wanted to make sure that he was okay, but he had puked on her twice
last night, and she was running out of outfits. She took a deep breath, and knocked softly.
Ross opened the door, and was happy that it was only Rachel on the other side.
"Hi" he breathed onto her.
Rachel took one whiff of his breath, and tried not to let it show how disgusted she was by it.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like death." Ross mumbled, as he walked back into his room.
Rachel followed him in.
"Can I get you anything?"
"Pills." Ross groaned, flopping down onto the bed. "I need pills."
Rachel shook her head. She wondered if all of this was even worth it. Ross didn't seem to care about her. Why did she care so much?
*
Joey felt bad that Chandler was sick, but he was happy to have a few days off. The tour had been grueling, and he just wanted to sleep.
He started packing his bag. He was looking forward to getting back to New York. He was aching for some good pizza.
He also hoped that he would get a chance to find Phoebe again.
*
New York City
As the week went on, Chandler only got worse. Monica finally decided that he needed to be admitted into the hospital.
The doctors diagnosed him with severe dehydration, and a mild case of pnuemonia. Once word got out that Chandler was in the hospital,
fans camped themselves outside of what was rumoured to be his hospital room window.
"Have you seen all of the people out there?" Monica said, looking out of Chandler's window.
"Well, they won't let me out of this bed, so...no." Chandler whispered.
"They won't leave!" Monica said. "They've been out there for three days."
Chandler looked at Monica, as she peered through the window. Standing in the moonlight, she looked like a small child.
He smiled. She was the one person in his crazy world that he could count on. She was the only person who understood him.
As the lead singer, he often took the brunt of both the praise and the critisism. He was usually the one who had to take care
of the interviews for the band as well, which at times was frusterating. He often resented the fact that he was forced to work,
while Ross and Joey were off sightseeing in whatever city they happened to be in. He had been to hundreds of cities, but he rrarely
got to see much. He sighed, knowing that they guys were off screwing around right now.
"You okay?" Monica said, turning to him.
"Yeah," Chandler said, looking up at Monica. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For always being here."
"That's what manager's are for," she said, sitting on Chandler's bed.
"Well, it's a good think I pay you then, huh?"
Monica laughed. "You don't have to pay me to hang out with you," Monica thought to herself.
Out loud she said, "Yeah, well, I could use a raise."
"Sure, hit me up for a raise while I'm all doped up," Chandler said.
"Hey, I'm no fool," Monica laughed.
"No, you're not," Chandler said, his mood suddenly turning serious. "in fact, you are one of smartest, most beautiful people I know."
"Well," Monica said, trying not to feel flustered, "Now I *know* those drugs are kicking in!"
Before Chandler could reply, Monica got up, and grabbed Chandlers' water pitcher.
"I'm gonna get you some water," she said, and walked into the corridor.
Once outside of his room, Monica leaned up against the wall, trying to gain her composure.
"Get a grip Monica," she told herself. "It's not like he knows what he is talking about. He's on three different kinds of medication."
She sighed, and walked down the hall, hoping that she was wrong.
*
Rachel was sitting in the coffee shop, sipping a latte. Her mind was on Ross. He was at his condo, sleeping off another binge.
"Is anyone sitting here?"
"hmmm?" Rachel said blankly.
"Wow, where are you?"
Rachel blinked back to reality, and saw a handsome stranger looking at her intently(That's right, it's Brad Pitt BAYBEE!)
"Uh, I...um"
The stranger laughed, and sat down on the overstuffed green chair.
"I'm Kevin."
"Rachel."
"I, um, I didn't mean to interrupt your daydream."
"No, no," Rachel said, captivatied by Kevin's remarkable eyes, "You didn't interrupt a thing."
*
Salt Lake City
Three weeks later, the band was back on the road. The crowd in Salt Lake City was as wild and crazy as any other.
As they sat in the dressing room, Monica reviewed the upcoming few weeks.
"So, we have Las Vegas, Seattle, Portland, San Francisco, LA, and San Diego." She said, flipping through the papers on her clipboard.
"Vegas BAYBEE!" Joey yelled.
"Joey," Ross said, "shut UP!"
"Kiss my ass Ross!" Joey yelled back.
"Hey, come on you guys," Chandler said.
"Oh, we'd better listen to Mr. King-of-the-world Bing!" Ross said sarcastically.
"What is your deal, Ross?" Chandler asked, becoming increasingly irritated.
Ross was about to reply, when a security guard and a SLC police officer came in.
"Folks, we need you to evacuate the building." said the officer.
"What is it?" Monica asked.
"We've just received a bomb threat. The caller said it was in this room."
"What?"
"C'mon, let's go. We don't know how much time we have."
The gang stood up, and started filing out the door. They froze, when they heard the faint sound of a bell going off.
the top of a paragraph, just assume that some amount of time has passed. How much time is insignificant at this point of the story.
I own none of these characters, etc etc.
New Orleans
It was hot and muggy, and Chandler was miserable. He just wanted to go home and sleep. This damn flu wasn't going away, and
he really did not want to force the band to cancel the Atlanta show.
There was a knock on his hotel room door. Chandler jumped up, hoping that it was Monica with his cold medication. No such luck.
"Janice," Chandler said dejectedly, "What do you want?"
"I heard my little Bing-a-Ling was feeling under the weather, and I wanted to come cheer him up!" She threw open her coat to reveal
a very thin neglegie.
"Uh, Janice" Chandler said quietly, "We need to talk."
Monica was walking down the hall, headed for Chandler's room. She'd purchased every type of cold medicine the drug store had.
As she approached Chandler's room, she could hear screaming. She stood at the door, trying to hear what was happening.
She debated about whether or not to knock. Suddenly, the door flew open, and Janice came flying out.
"I hate you!" She yelled back at Chandler, as she stormed out, oblivious to Monica's presence.
Monica poked her head into the door, and saw Chandler lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
"So, Janice took that well," she said, walking in.
"Oh, yeah. She's such a mellow girl." Chandler stated sarcastically.
"How are you feeling?" Monica asked, not wanting to dwell on Janice any longer.
"Eh." Chandler said, then started coughing uncontrollably.
"We're cancelling Atlanta." Monica said, pouring Chandler a glass of water.
"No, I'm okay."
"We're cancelling Atlanta."
*
Janice was furious. He was just dumping her? Just like that? She couldn't believe that he said that they weren't actually even
dating! "I'm gonna get you for this Chandler Bing," she thought, "If it's the last thing I do."
*
Ross woke up with a killer hangover. He couldn't even remember getting back to his room last night. He tried to sit up, but the room
was spinning. He suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to throw up.
*
Rachel contemplated whether or not to knock on Ross' door. She wanted to make sure that he was okay, but he had puked on her twice
last night, and she was running out of outfits. She took a deep breath, and knocked softly.
Ross opened the door, and was happy that it was only Rachel on the other side.
"Hi" he breathed onto her.
Rachel took one whiff of his breath, and tried not to let it show how disgusted she was by it.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like death." Ross mumbled, as he walked back into his room.
Rachel followed him in.
"Can I get you anything?"
"Pills." Ross groaned, flopping down onto the bed. "I need pills."
Rachel shook her head. She wondered if all of this was even worth it. Ross didn't seem to care about her. Why did she care so much?
*
Joey felt bad that Chandler was sick, but he was happy to have a few days off. The tour had been grueling, and he just wanted to sleep.
He started packing his bag. He was looking forward to getting back to New York. He was aching for some good pizza.
He also hoped that he would get a chance to find Phoebe again.
*
New York City
As the week went on, Chandler only got worse. Monica finally decided that he needed to be admitted into the hospital.
The doctors diagnosed him with severe dehydration, and a mild case of pnuemonia. Once word got out that Chandler was in the hospital,
fans camped themselves outside of what was rumoured to be his hospital room window.
"Have you seen all of the people out there?" Monica said, looking out of Chandler's window.
"Well, they won't let me out of this bed, so...no." Chandler whispered.
"They won't leave!" Monica said. "They've been out there for three days."
Chandler looked at Monica, as she peered through the window. Standing in the moonlight, she looked like a small child.
He smiled. She was the one person in his crazy world that he could count on. She was the only person who understood him.
As the lead singer, he often took the brunt of both the praise and the critisism. He was usually the one who had to take care
of the interviews for the band as well, which at times was frusterating. He often resented the fact that he was forced to work,
while Ross and Joey were off sightseeing in whatever city they happened to be in. He had been to hundreds of cities, but he rrarely
got to see much. He sighed, knowing that they guys were off screwing around right now.
"You okay?" Monica said, turning to him.
"Yeah," Chandler said, looking up at Monica. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For always being here."
"That's what manager's are for," she said, sitting on Chandler's bed.
"Well, it's a good think I pay you then, huh?"
Monica laughed. "You don't have to pay me to hang out with you," Monica thought to herself.
Out loud she said, "Yeah, well, I could use a raise."
"Sure, hit me up for a raise while I'm all doped up," Chandler said.
"Hey, I'm no fool," Monica laughed.
"No, you're not," Chandler said, his mood suddenly turning serious. "in fact, you are one of smartest, most beautiful people I know."
"Well," Monica said, trying not to feel flustered, "Now I *know* those drugs are kicking in!"
Before Chandler could reply, Monica got up, and grabbed Chandlers' water pitcher.
"I'm gonna get you some water," she said, and walked into the corridor.
Once outside of his room, Monica leaned up against the wall, trying to gain her composure.
"Get a grip Monica," she told herself. "It's not like he knows what he is talking about. He's on three different kinds of medication."
She sighed, and walked down the hall, hoping that she was wrong.
*
Rachel was sitting in the coffee shop, sipping a latte. Her mind was on Ross. He was at his condo, sleeping off another binge.
"Is anyone sitting here?"
"hmmm?" Rachel said blankly.
"Wow, where are you?"
Rachel blinked back to reality, and saw a handsome stranger looking at her intently(That's right, it's Brad Pitt BAYBEE!)
"Uh, I...um"
The stranger laughed, and sat down on the overstuffed green chair.
"I'm Kevin."
"Rachel."
"I, um, I didn't mean to interrupt your daydream."
"No, no," Rachel said, captivatied by Kevin's remarkable eyes, "You didn't interrupt a thing."
*
Salt Lake City
Three weeks later, the band was back on the road. The crowd in Salt Lake City was as wild and crazy as any other.
As they sat in the dressing room, Monica reviewed the upcoming few weeks.
"So, we have Las Vegas, Seattle, Portland, San Francisco, LA, and San Diego." She said, flipping through the papers on her clipboard.
"Vegas BAYBEE!" Joey yelled.
"Joey," Ross said, "shut UP!"
"Kiss my ass Ross!" Joey yelled back.
"Hey, come on you guys," Chandler said.
"Oh, we'd better listen to Mr. King-of-the-world Bing!" Ross said sarcastically.
"What is your deal, Ross?" Chandler asked, becoming increasingly irritated.
Ross was about to reply, when a security guard and a SLC police officer came in.
"Folks, we need you to evacuate the building." said the officer.
"What is it?" Monica asked.
"We've just received a bomb threat. The caller said it was in this room."
"What?"
"C'mon, let's go. We don't know how much time we have."
The gang stood up, and started filing out the door. They froze, when they heard the faint sound of a bell going off.