Drumline Effect - J.C. Chasez's haircut pt. 1

J.C. Chasez had been growing his hair for a long time. The boys in the band were getting a little frustrated with his long hair and his long, long curls. They teased him about it a bit in the past, but now they were all waiting.............again for him to come out of the bathroom so they could party.

He, as usual, was working on his beautiful long hair. He had poked his head out once during their calling to him, his curls wet from the hair products he was applying before styling - conditioner, hair gels and waxes to make each curl into a perfect ringlet down over his shoulders and down his shoulder blades.

J.C. could NOT leave the house without his hair in perfect condition. “I’ll be about 1/2 hour more, dudes,” he laughed at their disgusted expressions. He raises his hands in the air with a look of ‘it’s not my fault’ and says, “What can I do - I have to please the public and my perfect hair doesn’t happen on its own you know.” They saw the rattailed comb in his one hand and a bottle of some other potion in the other. “Another product!” Justin exclaimed. “What are you trying to do, dude, get it on and lets go.”

“Hold your horses, dudes,” J.C. slammed the door.

They could hear him in there fussing with his precious long hair and they all looked at one another. Lance had mentioned some time ago that they should make J.C. get rid of his girly curls and bring him back down to earth. They had all recently watched the new video for the movie Drumline and they all commented to him about how his hair was getting way too long - it was even longer now.

They also commented on his pants, they were low riders that were way low - especially the jeans, but his leathers were riding pretty low, too.

The boys might have been jealous or they might have been just boys, but they were beginning to hatch plans about how to bring their friend and bandmate back to earth and straighten out his “style.”

They had mentioned on numerous occasions that he should visit a real barber and get his long hair cut off to look more like a man. He would laugh and twirl one of his ringlets in his finger, “No fxxx way I’m cutting this long hair, it’s my pride and joy. You guys know how long it took me to get this long with all these curls.” He brushed his fingers through all the curls lying across his back and shoulder blades. “I can’t cut this proud mane off.

I’m a Leo and my mane is here to stay.”

“Well, until you get male pattern baldness, dude,” Chris teased.

“Fxxx you, I ain’t never gettin’ no mpb - don’t even talk like that,” J.C.’s face was beet red and he looked for some wood to knock on.

“You’re uncle is bald, isn’t he?” Lance pushed.

“Stop it,” J.C. was frustrated and crossed his fingers. “NO WAY, stop talking like that.”

He was very superstitious and didn’t want them to talk about baldness in case it became a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Justin said that they should cut his hair.

“We could give you a nice short haircut like what you used to have,” he suggested one day. J.C. just gave him the finger. “That’s not a very nice thing to do,” Justin responded.

“What do you think guys? We could hold him down and give him a nice clean boy’s haircut - it would likely take a few years off your look, especially if we took that stupid fag strip of shit off your chin.”

“Yeah, I’d look like a fxxx 12 year old, no fxxx way,” he stroked his proud strip of whiskers immaculately trimmed on his chin.

“We could take this sweet thing off your chinny, chin, chin,” Lance was really pushing and he reached over to J.C. and grabbed his chin, stroking the thin strip with his thumb. J.C. pushed him away, almost smacking him in the face. He jumped up off the couch and went to the washroom. The boys looked at his low-riders hanging off his ass, his tight white Tommy’s brightly noticeable halfway down his butt.

“Cool pants, fag boy,” Lance yelled, kind of mad about being shoved away. J.C. couldn’t admit it but he had to go to the washroom to hide his embarrassment. He would never admit it but he had had dreams lately of the guys taking him under control and cutting his long hair - they had a special effect on him and he had to get out of there.

The boys were still waiting for J.C.

Lance was fed up with him.

“Guys, we have to - I mean HAVE TO do something about this long hair fetish of his. He needs to be taught a lesson.” They all nodded in agreement, although a little reluctantly. They knew that Lance was not very happy with J.C. and might go a little far, so they were being careful.

“Why don’t we play a little trick on our good friend Josh ?”

“What do you have in mind, dude,” Chris asked.

“Well, why don’t we get him on stage for our next big show. There’s going to be lots of cancer kids in the audience, right - cause it’s kind of a benefit.”

“Yeah, dude.”

“Well, we will play a few songs, then I will go up to the microphone and make a ‘Big announcement.’”

The boys shook their heads, but they didn’t know what Lance was up to. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,” Lance pretends he’s making the announcement.

They can hear the blow dryer ......... again.......in the bathroom, so they know J.C. and his long, long hair can’t hear them. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I have an important announcement to make. For this benefit, one of our members has decided to make a sacrifice for the cause.

Our good friend and amazing bandmate, J.C. has promised to have his long, and I do mean LONG hair cut off right here on stage. He has given his word that all those long curls he has been growing are to go to Locks of Love. Isn’t that amazing !”

Chris and Justin are nearly peeing their pants with this fantastic plan. How could J.C. ever back out - he would almost definitely lose his precious long curls, the long hair he’d been growing and tending to, pampering for years.

They would no longer have to wait for hours as he babied his precious long hair. They would no longer have to look at those girly curls stretching down over his back, from behind he looked like a girl.

The boys shook hands in agreement - the plan was on.

When J.C. came out of the bathroom, he couldn’t imagine why all the other dudes were looking at him with a smile on their face.

“Yeah, yeah, I know I’m awesomely gorgeous - it’s the long hair, dudes - that’s what makes the man,” he laughed, teasing them without knowing how he’d moved into their territory.

end of part 1

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