"Chris! Can't you sit still for a single moment?" Johnny yelled at the squirming 30-year-old.
"Why do we have to perform with them?" Chris whined, his leg bouncing. A movement to the side caught his attention, making him turn his head to see the men of the Backstreet Boys approaching he & his group.
"Chris..." Johnny warned. "Boys, I'm glad to see you've made it," he smiled, turning his direction to the men of Backstreet.
"Sorry, but AJ & Nick took forever to get ready," Brian apologized as a few glares were exchanged between a couple members in N'Sync & Backstreet.
"It's understandable," Chris mumbled.
"Chris!" Lance silently hissed.
"Now," Johnny cleared his throat. "Are we ready to do this?"
"Yea yea yea," Chris grumbled, then quickly flinched when Justin's elbox caught him sharply in the ribs.
Within Backstreet a snicker emerged, followed by another. The snickers were irritating Chris' already fried nerves. Brian shook his head, his brow furrowing.