Mobilization

{ Jeff Labar }

The Coury Plan- a plan created by Fred Coury to destroy the marriage of Kayla and Tom Keifer for his own selfish gain.

The Coury Plan consisted of one goal: triumph over Tom to gain Kayla as an award.

Step 1: "Find a woman suitable to get the job done"

Fred sent me on a journey to recruit Tom's ideal woman, a young lady with fair hair in a tight bikini with an accent. in Hawii, she wasn't difficult to find. Britney was a twenty year old girl from Orgean with a southern accent.

Step 2: "Plantation"

We disguised Britney as a studio manager from Ray's Records. An appointment was set at a local cafe to talk "business". Fred scheduled to have coffee with kayla at the same time as the plan was in motion. I sat at a corner table, watching everything unfold. My job was to create a distraction, if necessary. "So, how has it been, freddie?" i heard Kayla ask. "it's been going." fred replied, scanning the room to check if Tom and Britney had arrived. "i see.." fred pointed to the door as Tom and Britney walked into the cafe. "kayla, dont look now, but tom is here with another woman." kayla looked anyway. "that must be the lady he was supposed to be meeting with today. he told me about that." she didn't seem to concerned. Tom and Britney sat at the table across the room. Tom hadn't noticed kayla sitting with Fred. "you sure? they look pretty cozy, dont ya think?" kayla watched britney's every move. "should i go over there?" "why would you do that?" well played, fred. "well, i mean- you know..." "there is no need." i gave Britney the signal, a tip of my baseball cap followed by a cough. with that, she leaned across the table and kissed Tom. i watched as kayla's eyes widened and her mouth drop. "he-he- that bastard!" she yelled wail standing up. Tom pushed Britney away and noticed his wife. "kayla? what are you- no! its not what it looks-" before he could finish, kayla ran out of the cafe. i gave Britney the sign to leave. "kayla! wait!" not part of the plan, i must create a distraction. Tom wasn't allowed to follow her out. that was fred's job. i took off my beaded bracelet and tossed it across the room, aiming for Tom's drink. when the bracelet hit the paper cup, it spilled on tom's pants. "shit!" he grabbed napkins from the dispencer and quickly applied them to his lap. Fred ran after Kayla.

Step 3: "sympathy"

It's going to take more than one comforting session to convince kayla to be with Fred. the first, was a success. My job is to now stop all contact between Tom and Kayla. if they were to speak, Tom could convince Kayla to forgive him and the coury plan would be terminated..

Steak Night

{ Eric Brittingham, 86 }

Steak night at Tom's house was the one night of the month where i was fed something high in protein and eatable. i love cheyenne, but she can't cook to save her life. usually, we order Chinese, occasionaly pizza.

Steak night was one night a month where everyone would come to Tom's house for steaks, potatoes beer and "fun". Steak night was created by Kayla to encourage the band to relax and hang out with out the stress of work. it was meant for members of cinderella only. Fred shouldn't have invited Nikki.

"Hey guys, this is my friend Nikki Sixx. Nikki is going to join us, okay?" Fred told us, walking in late. Tom starred at Nikki in silence. If i was Tom, i wouldn't allow a hood-rat like him in my house. "Nice to meet you Nikki. can i get you anything?" kayla asked in her fake polite voice. "Sit over here." Fred told Nikki. Tom leaned towards me and whispered "What is he doing here?" how was i supposed to know? "He is obviously Fred's friend." everyone seemed to feel awkward once Nikki sat at the dinner table. A guy like him didn't belong here. I watched as Nikki tore his steak apart without a knife. "So, Nikki.. how is it goin'?" Jeff awkwardly asked. Nikki looked to Cheyenne. "You must be Cheyenne." He said. Cheyenne looked at me, her eyes saying "I swear, i have never spoken to this man in my life." Fred quickly said "i was telling Nikki about everyone before we arrived so he had an idea who was who." Nikki laughed "right.. that's exactly what happened." something fishy was defiantly going on. "i uh, dont think i should be her, actually." Nikki dropped his fork onto the plate. "umm.. thanks for having me here though. the food was great-bye." with that, he got up and left. Tom glanced over to Fred "what the fuck was that about?" Fred shrugged his shoulders " i was trying to be nice." "well, next time, dont!" Tom told him.

Jungle Love is Driving me Mad

{86}

okay, so having sex with fred in a recording studio after the "counseling" was not smart. it only led him on. now, he thinks it's okay to continue our "game". i should have said no to dinner, but hey, it's food that i don't have to pay for.
It didn't hit me until halfway through the appetizer that i was on a date with Freddie. Fred really wanted to be on a date with me? oh, no. we are not just having sex, we are dating! "freddie, can i ask you something?" i said wail twirling the tiny umbrella in my margarita. "anything!"
"am i your girlfriend?" i asked him, trying not to sound bitchy. "well.. uh.. we um.." it was obvious that he was nervous. damn. i didn't think it would go this far. what am i supposed to do about tom? tom would kill freddie and torture me if he found out what we have been doing behind his back. "am i your boyfriend?" fred asked, dumping all the pressure on me. if i say he is, and we get caught, then i would be blamed. if i say no, then i would break his heart."well.. i don't know. i guess. do you want to be my boyfriend?" i asked him, feeling like a nervous school girl."of course!"
To make it final, fred parked his car near the dumpster behind the restaurant, where we made love in the back seats.

Jaded

The sound of waves crashing against the shore soothed my conscience. Holding Tom's hand wail walking along the coast made me feel secure. My heart beat was rapid and my voice trembled. Since when did Tom make me nervous? Squeak like a school girl! "Do you wanna know something?" Tom asked me. "Of course." i said, trying not to choke on my words. "they say if your hands fit perfectly together with your lovers, then you're soul mates." Tom quoted from our honeymoon. i smiled "awww, Tommy." i rested my head on his shoulder. i knew that all we needed to reconnect with each other was a vacation. this way, we would have nothing to distract us from each other. i rediscovered my love for Tom. for a moment, i thought i was in love with freddie. sometimes, it seems like fred brain washes me, takes control of my mind and body. sneaky bastard. "i love you tommy." i told him. "i love you to."

Shaggy

I guess you could say it was "the heat of the moment" or "the peak of passion". in either case, i found myself shouting "ohhh freddie!" at that moment, everything ceased. "what did you say?" Tom asked me. By his tone of voice, i could tell i was in trouble. "what?" i said, trying to act like i didn't know what Tom was talking about. "you yelled fred.." He rolled off me. "tom.. " i felt TERRIABLE! i can't believe i allowed myself to do such a thing, not like i had any control. Tom ignored me, shifting his body away from mine. "Tom, im sorry. i didn't-" "goodnight." He whispered. I couldn't figure out what has gotton into me lately. I've never been the type of woman to flirt with my husband's best friend, let alone call out his name during intercourse. poor Tom. "goodnight.." i didn't know what else to say. what could i say? it was an accident?

Every Rose has it's Thorn

{ Jeff Labar }

Laying in dirt, crouched behind a bush in front of Tom's beach house was not the way i wanted to spend my time off. i would rather be in Nashville, laying by the pool with Robin. When Fred asked me to join him Hawii, i didn't think we would be spying on Kayla and Tom. I dont know what Fred's problem is. Why fly all the way to Hawii, waste your vacation days at home, and spy on a married couple? Fred Deny's his feelings towards Kayla. but, i was the one he talked to when they ran into trouble in the past. Fred thinks i'm stupid. but, the truth is, i know just about everything. what i understand so far is, Fred is jealous of Tom, for obvious reasons. Fred believes that wail in Hawii, Tom and Kayla may reconnect, destroying his chances of taking her away. I'm waiting for Fred to come up with a plan to sabotage their marriage.

"Do you see that?!" Fred shouted. "shhh!!" if Fred were to blow our cover, Tom would never forgive me for taking part in this. "can you believe that?!" He whispered. "See what?! you're the one with the binoculars!" Fred took the binoculars away from his eyes. "right.... here!" he handed me the binoculars. i lifted them to my eyes and peaked through the window. "so? they are only watching a movie." oh my god, fred is freaking out over nothing. "watching a movie!? look at his hand! look where it is!" without looking, i handed the binoculars back to Fred. "This is ridiculous." I told him. "ridiculous?" "yes! this is fucking ridiculous! this is so fuckin' pathe-" he tackled me, covering my mouth his his hand. "shh!" i clutched my teeth, the only way i could let out the pain from the thorns of the rose bush Fred had pushed me into. "this is NOT ridiculous! this is... it's uh.. a game! we are pretending to be secret agent ninja spies! Tom is evil Dr. Quifer. He has kidnapped Kayla! we have to save her, before it's to late!" Fred can't be serious.. you know, i don't even understand how he can think Kayla wants him. what would Kayla want with a guy like Fred? I smacked Fred's hand away from my mouth, and crawled out of the rose bush. Fred helped wipe the dirt off my clothes. "fred, i don't understand you." i told him. He patted my back, hard enough for the dirt to roll of my shirt. "what is there to understand?" "what is your deal? why come here?" i shook my hair out, pulling leaves out of my bangs. Fred started walking away from the house. I followed "come on fred, you can tell me. you tell me everything." He ignored me. "fred?" with that, he started to walk faster. i let him get away. it's still early in "the game". I'll figure this mystery out sooner or later..

War Among The Young And Rich

{ Jeff Labar }

I ended up between two central powers. It seemed like i was digging my own trench for battle. Burying myself deeper. I was caught between two ruthless dictators, Tom and Fred, two friends who needed my support.

I soon found myself back in the trench, laying in sand between fred and a hot dog stand. i didn't know what was more dangerous, separating fred from a hot dog stand, or lying to tom. i knew if tom found out that i was helping fred sabotage his marriage, he would murder me!

As fred finished his soft pretzel, he whispered "i can't hear them, can you?" i could hardly understand the words they were speaking. the music coming from the speakers hanging on the hot dog stand over powered their voices. "so, what do you say to dinner tonight, at the rotton banana?" i heard tom say. "what are they saying?" fred asked. "shhh!" i thought to myself, if i told fred what they are planning, he would drag me along. if i didn't tell fred, then he would miss a chance of sabotage. "i cant hear them, sorry." i told him. "damn!" fred kicked the sand, sending grains through the air. "fred, you need to calm down, this plan of yours is going no where. you would make more progress if you tell her how you feel, THEN sabotage her marriage." he starred at me. "what are you saying?" right then, my brain hatched an idea. a light bulb flickered on above my head. "do you remember what happened in salt lake city? when kayla gave tom the ring back?" i asked fred. he nodded his head. "they were with out a doubt O.V.E.R, right? i mean- kayla was PISSED! she was DONE. all we have to do is get kayla to see tom cheating. then you comfort her, and make your move." fred smiled. "you're fucking brilliant! i fucking love you, man!"

In war, this step would be considered mobilization, right? the process of assembling the army and preparing supplies for war?

Call me General Jeff Labar, commander of Skum!

Seperate Way

{ Eric Brittingham }

The best way for me to deal with this problem is to take a break. if Cheyenne loves me as she says she does, then she will understand. If cheyenne loves me, then she will accept my decisions-including the decision i made for Lori. in my mind, there is NO reason to overreact the way she has..

"Cheyenne... can i talk to you?" i asked her. she looked up from the issue of Metal Sludge magazine that she was reading. "yeah." "i need to talk to you, alone." i may be upset with Cheyenne, but i wasn't low enough to embarrass her infront of our friends. "just tell me here. I'm sure it's no big deal. probably not even worth getting up." she then continued to read the magazine. i had lost her attention. if she was going to be like then, then maybe she deserved to be embarrassed. i stood in the middle of the aisle, between the two couches that everyone was seated on. "eric, get out of my way!" fred complained. "no, i have something to tell cheyenne!" she brought her face up from the magazine once again. "what do you want?" "if your going to act like this, then i want to take a break. give you some time to think things out." i told her. kayla watched, almost as if she was surprised that our relationship wasn't going as planned. tom, was shocked that i didn't ask his advise before making this decision. Fred didn't care, he only wanted me to move out of the aisle so he could have his leg room.Cheyenne's face dropped, like she didn't expect me to break up with her. that was cheyenne's territory- breaking hearts. "fine, if you don't want me there, then I'll leave!" typical cheyenne, always feeling pity for herself. too concerned with how much she THINKS her life sucks more than trying to make it better. always the first to complain then to apologize. "cheyenne, i still love you, and i want to get married. but, i cant stand to be around you when your treating me like crap because of something that happened seven years ago." she closed her magazine and through it at me, hitting my chest, before running to the back lounge.

Shakespearean Players

{ Fred Coury }

" At this point in our career's, we checked into hotels under pseudonyms. if you used your real name, you'd have a tribute band delivering your room service or a girl larger than a grizzly bear trying to climb through your window. mentioning the name Cinderella brought nothing but pain and penicillin.

So, we checked in under names like the Shakespearean players, upchuck and the hurlers, or, my favorite, six legs and four balls. we'd arrive at the holiday inn and they'd say "welcome, Shakespearean players!" we would say stuff like "thank thee, sire." and "will thou showest us-eth to our roometh?" (try saying that with crackers in your mouth.) it was out there, but you know, at four in the morning, anything goes. "

There has been quite a few times when I'd convince Kayla to hang out in my room. Kayla was never comfortable with telling tom "I'm going to Cheyenne's room for a movie. I'll be back before morning." it was a lie that i cooked-up to cover my ass. in the hotel room, Kayla and i would lay on my bed, listening to aerosmith records.

I hated our cruel game of cat and mouse. Kayla teased me to no end. "you want it? you can't have it!" i wanted to be with her more than anything. i tried so hard to get her attention, only to end up with egg on my face.

"she was a city girl, with no responsibility. a pretty little city girl, all fired up and what that girl could do to me.."

...Twise shy

{ Eric Brittingham }

Cheyenne left last night. i tried everything i could to convince her to stay, to no avail. i sulked in self pity on the couch. with out Cheyenne by my side, i felt incomplete. instead of Cheyenne, Fred sat beside me. i watched in utter disgust as Fred lifted the bag of potato chips to his mouth and poured the crumbs down his throat. "Fred, do you have to eat like that around me?" i asked him, annoyed by his lack of table manners. "i learned it from you." smart ass... he continued to speak "i know you probably don't want to hear this right now, but i think you are better off without her. she was bringing you down. i mean- you were close, man. marrying her would have been a disaster!" Fred couldn't be serious.. i have the right to kick his ass, don't i? "your right. i don't want to hear it." i told Fred, knocking the empty potato chip bag out of his hands, watching it fall to the floor. he laughed "really? knocking an innocent bag to the floor? shame!" Fred said. "would you rather i knock you to the floor, Fred?" Fred didn't say another word after that. Tom looked up from his cellphone and said "eric, do you want to talk about it?" no, i really don't want to talk about it. i can hardley handle thinking about it! "eric, you know we are here for you." was tom trying to be a jerk, pretending like he cared when he doesn't give a flying fuck about anyone but himself, and sometimes his wife? or was he trying to be a faggot for actually caring about my relationship problems? in either case, i still didn't want to talk about it. with anyone. "fuck you faggot!" i barked at tom. he rolled his eyes "see, this your problem, eric. where is you compassion?" compassion? fuck, compassion is for pansy's. "so if i had compassion, Cheyenne would still be here? that's not the fucking problem, tom! the problem is, cheyenne is a fucking lunatic! she is over reacting!" fred laughed. "what so funny?! you got something to say, fred!?" i yelled.
"you better shut your trap! before i shut it for you!" i threatened. i was in no mood to deal with they guys. fuck, i need a cigarette.

Once Bitten...

{ Eric Brittingham }

My mind was made up. Nothing was going to influence my disition any further. Cheyenne is fucking crazy for wanting to break-up with me because i was engaged seven years ago. Lori is old news. Lori has not crossed my mind since we departed. Cheyenne is all that matters to me. Why can't she relize that?

Now that i am out of the way. i bet she is going to run to nikki. what does that bastard want with my ex-fiance anyway? last i heard, he had a girlfriend. so, cheyenne is shit out of luck, right?