S-Boys: Episode 14 – Fan Transfer

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I’ve got from 1.3 to 3.2 million viewers on my various SNS sites–I mean on my own verified sites for Sierra Summer. Yes, there still are fans of old folk singers out there, especially when we get a little politically active and outspoken on social media.

I figure a portion of my fanbase will slide over to support the S-Boys. The hard-core fans will, for sure, those that call themselves MountainHeads.

The curious will at least check out the boys’ teasers and first releases.

And then the fans-who-love-to-hate. Of course, they’ll find something wrong with everything. Selling out. Capitalizing on creatives. Ripping off young talent. Copycats. They’ll come up with something to hate. But that’s part of the plan, too. Fan wars provide the best promotion any producer could hope for.

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I’ve been posting teasers since before I started recruiting.

“Something big coming up!”

Everybody started guessing. Most guessed I’d stage a comeback. Nobody guessed boy-band.

On Instagram, I posted a pic of me painting.

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“Guess what this is?”

A few guessed right: an album cover.

But they’re all still thinking it’s a cover for my own release.

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We haven’t yet decided which painting we’ll use. I kinda like the trees, since the album will be called Rainbow Apollo, but Vee-Jay and Akira like the absurd wit of the hat cat and the apple-nose dog.

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Who knows? Maybe one of the guys will paint the cover we end up using. I posted this teaser of Joey with the caption, “More than one painter in the house.”

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I didn’t share the actual painting.

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Akira’s had his V-Live, letting his fans know that something big is coming up. And I’ve been planning the release of teasers of each of the others.

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I posted a selfie I took at the computer. I made sure to show Rylan in the background.

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“No. That’s not a nephew,” I wrote in the caption. #SomethingBigComingUp.

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I posted a pic on Instragram of Tony working out.

“Apollo loves the gym!” I wrote.

I’d let them guess whether Apollo was the godlike man or the sunburst dog.

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On Soundcloud, I posted 15 seconds of “You make me feel.”

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It got 2.2 million likes!

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All the comments guessed that this was my backup band.

“If we fail,” Akira said, “maybe we really can be your backup band?”

“That’s not a bad worst-case scenario,” mused Joey.

“I always wanted to sing backup,” Akira said.

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“Akira!” I called him into the other room. “You can’t talk like that,” I said. “Even in joking. At this stage, you’ve got have maximum confidence. None of these guys have experience, like you do. They all look up to you! If you start doubting yourself, they’ll doubt themselves. Look. Your fans. My fans. You guys are gonna make it! You’re good!”

“You really think so?”

“I do,” I replied. Truth be told, I actually wasn’t sure they were good. But I knew they had something different, something unique. Something no one else could deliver. And right then, when we were gearing up for their debut, doubt would ruin it. “You’ve got be confidence. That’s what the boys need.”

He marched back into the kitchen.

“Heck. We aren’t no backup band, boys. We’re idols. Close your eyes and see it. Dream it, boys!”

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Later that day, Vee-Jay was still dreaming.

“Here’s how it’ll be,” Akira said, narrating the dream. “For thousands of people, our songs will make a difference. Our songs will give them a reason to smile when they wake up. We’ll make them happy on their road trips! We’ll be their soundtrack when they’re doing their math homework! When they’ve got heartache, they’ll listen to us!”

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‘Millions of people happy‘,” said Vee-Jay, “just like Kermie said!”

“Well, I don’t know about millions,” replied Akira. “We’re not Sierra yet!”

But I had hopes, even then.

Tony’s voice was coming along.

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He was even working on his moves.

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And Rylan? Quiet, thoughtful, sensitive Rylan… he could break a heart with that tenor of his… and then, he’d mend it, on the spot.

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Yeah, I was thinking we were just about ready for the fan transfer. And then, we could think about attracting new fans, too. Pretty soon, we were gonna need a name for our fandom. Geekers? Nerdsquad? How about Daydreams!

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Author’s note: Hi, everyone! I’m back! I wasn’t really gone… I was just taking a break from Sims and writing. I wrote over 1,200 posts over the past four years! I was due for a short break… I’ve been having fun with ElderScrolls Online, busy with work, and enjoying my garden. Now, I’m happy to be back writing Sims stories. I might be writing an ESO fanfic, too. Not sure how often I’ll be posting, but it’s the enjoyment, not the frequency, right? Happy thoughts to you, and I hope you’re all well and enjoying much-deserved breaks when you need and want them!

 

Story A Day for May, Day 26

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“Did I hear you ask about Trey Kidd?” the fan asked Kate.

Kate had been inquiring, to no avail, of the barista about Trey Kidd’s shift.

“We don’t give out employee information,” the barista had said.

“So he does work here, then?”

“We can’t confirm employment status,” said the barista. “We’re not effing HR. What are you, a fan?”

“No,” Kate had replied. “It’s personal.”

The woman with the chic red hair and hippy clothes had followed her to the table.

“Are you one of my mutualies?” the red-haired fan asked.

Kate looked at her puzzled.

“Is Trey your bias? Do you stan Kidd?”

At last Kate comprehended. “No,” she replied, “I’m not a fan. It’s–”

“I’m always thrilled to meet another fan,” the red-haired woman said. “There’s so few of us here in the States. Most are in Germany.”

Kate chose to listen. Maybe she’d get some useful information.

“I’ve got some great TK merch,” the fan continued. “I can get you a deal! What do you want, pics?”

She pulled out her iPhone and brought up an Instagram account: @TKStansNFans. Most of the photos were scans of album covers and magazine interviews from the late 70s, early 80s. The more recent photos were blurry, most from a distance, sometimes shot through windows, sometimes through this very window at this very same café. While all the photos showed men with long gray hair, it was clear that they weren’t all the same man.

“I’ve got keychains, too,” the fan said, bringing up her Etsy page to show dozens of round, plastic keychains with cartoon drawings of a young Trey in classic poses: lounging against an oak, arms raised under a rainbow, gazing pensively at the moon. The page displayed T-shirts, baseball caps, posters, coffee mugs, and album covers, too.

“Then, on e-Bay, I’ve got the real stuff.” She pointed to an old baseball cap. “This was really his. Never been washed. I don’t think $1,000 is too much, do you?”

Kate shook her head.

“You into visuals?” On an Imgur site, sketch after sketch of Trey Kidd were laid out. Some were simple, naive, even childish. Others were complex, artistic, and elegantly executed. The bulk lay somewhere in between. “Simple inks are usually around $25, and full color will cost you $50-100, generally. But like I said, I’m always happy to hook up my mutuals for less, specially us American mutuals!”

“I’m not really looking for art,” Kate said.

“Maybe you’re into fan-fic?” The woman brought up a page on An Archive of Our Own. “Check this out,” she said. “No, wait. Trigger alert. OK, here–wait. NSFW. OK, try this one.”

Trey took another hit of his joint.

“Smoking!” he drawled.

He pulled out his guitar.

The woman next to him leaned against his back, breathing huskily.

“Kidd,” said the man with long-dark braids who sat cross-legged. “It’s getting hot in here.” He stripped off his shirt, revealing his six-pack.

“I’m really not into–” Kate said. “This isn’t–”

“You can support this, no prob!” said the fan. “Here’s the link to my Patreon. $25 a month gives you basic access, but for the best exclusive content, I really rec the $100 a month rate. And for more, I give you the gold!”

“And that would be?”

“Interviews. Live chats. The works.”

“Like live interviews? That means, you know him?” Kate asked.

“Well, it’s in the works. I don’t promise to deliver for a few months. But soon!”

“Like I say,” Kate said, “I’m not really a fan. This is more of a personal matter. But I do want to find him. If you could help with that, I guess I could maybe pick up some, what do you call it, merchandise, as a gesture of thanks.”

“Dang, look at the time. I gotta split for work. I was really hoping he’d come while I was here. I still haven’t seen him yet, myself. Tell ya what–if he shows, will you text me? Then I’ll hook you up with good stuff, for free!”

“I don’t have a cellphone,” Kate said. The fan looked at her as if she’d stepped out of another era.

It was still early in the day. Kate didn’t have anywhere she needed to be. She watched the fan dash out the door. Then, she ordered a cappuccino and settled in to wait out the changing barista shifts.


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Prompt for May 26: “One character is trying to sell something to another character,” from StoryADay.org.
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