Howie was nervous. For more reasons than one.

One: Rena. She was the best thing that ever happened to him. And he was marrying her. Vowing his devotion to her. That was a big step, but he knew he was ready for it.

And two: his friends. He was anticipating the wedding for that main reason. He felt guilty, knowing he should focus on his wife, but it was.

The wedding started promptly at 12 noon that day. Howie and Rena had to be there at 9.

Howie smiled as the sunshine poured down on his face. It was promised fair weather. He drove his car over to the humungous chapel. It probably wasn't even considered a chapel.

He approached the looming figure and was engulfed by media personalities. Flashes of light flickered everywhere. The din of the reporters' questions were like a loud buzz.

It died down to Marcy Mather, maybe the most famous and reknowned report of her time. She asked him the first question. "Mr. Dorough, how many 'Boys' do you expect to attend?"

"If I'm lucky, all of them." He smiled.

"Howie," another reporter called, "word is that your fiancee is cheating on you. Do you believe this is true?"

Howie furrowed his eyebrows, noticeably mad. "No, I have faith in my fiancee. She is the most wonderful friend, lover and person I've even known."

"Howie! What caused the break-up of the Backstreet Boys?"

That hit a seriously sensitive nerve. "Exaggerating reporters like you."

A few gasps were let out. But they all knew the reporter deserved it.

Howie walked into the chapel, with a satisfied smile on his face.