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chapter 31

I woke up in the morning and went to the kitchen. For once we had a decent place to stay, apartment with two bedrooms and small kitchen. I was sharing that with guys.

I poured myself tee, we were out of coffee, and opened the newspaper Peter had brought along with some croissants.
-What a healthy breakfast, I thought reading the paper. We were in Pueblo, Colorado. Heading to San Francisco step by step. Then I saw the news. I read it trough and then I had to ran to training.

I was sitting on the audience of the small theater. Or actually I was only audience. Group was on the stage rehearsing for the evening�s show.

It was almost a month from me joining them again. I never heard anything of AJ. Or any of them. But I knew it should be that way, I hadn�t left any address, I didn�t know any because we were moving from town to town. And my financial situation didn�t let me to keep my phone open.

I hadn�t told anything to Peter or Ricky. Just some small details about broken heart, but I kept the bigger picture for myself. How could you explain that I changed easy life in Florida to a misery night in the small town motel?

-So how did it went? someone asked from the stage.
I waited for Michael�s reaction. He was the artistic leader and choreographer of the group. And my title? What ever you want. I did everything. I trained with them, I made costumes, I watched them to train, I did make-ups and hairs, I was their psychiatrist. And yet I didn�t really work for them. Michael didn�t like me a lot. Peter and Ricky loved me. Well, not as much as they loved each other, but you know what I mean. But I was becoming irreplaceable. I saw it at the minute when I walk into a first rehearsal after my return.
-It was okay, Michael said. -Let�s take it one more time.
-Anna what do you think? Ricky wanted to know my opinion.
-Just do as Michael says.
-So that bad? Nicole asked. She was a bitch. -Don�t you have anything more to say?
One reason Michael, and Nicole, didn�t like me was because I didn�t save my words. When ever I thought that something could be done better, I said so.
-All right, Nicole, if you really wanna know... You suck! We have been in this town two days, you have had a chance to practice in here, so don�t blame the floor. Ricky, your turns... Oh my God! And Peter, stop holding your hands up like some stereotype of a gay. Nikki, what do you think you�re doing?!? You�re chewing gum and taking this like it�s just some fun. Do you know where we are? This isn�t some small town in Wyoming, this is Pueblo! You�re gonna have reporters in here tonight. And if they don�t like you now, who do you think is gonna come see you in next two nights?

They were stunned. Michael turned to see me when I finished.
-What�s wrong with you? They�re doing all right.
-Well, it isn�t enough.
-Maybe you shouldn�t be here now.
-OK. I�ll go. I�m not coming tonight anyway.

I left all them standing there. I knew what was wrong with me. This:

�Johnny No-Name has come into town

On the few days tour brake Backstreet Boy AJ McLean has decided to get his alter ego back from death. Johnny No-Name is coming to Pueblo tonight to do this one night only. This is first time he performs after AJ�s rehab last July. Is that a sign of again growing anxiety inside of him?
Tickets will be sold today from 2 to 4 p.m., and again at the door one hour before the show.�

Speculating continued but I had read the most interesting part. He was in town. Probably right now.

I went to back of a line. Twenty minutes later I got to the desk.
-One ticket for tonight�s concert, please.
-We have only back seats left.
-I don�t care about seats, I just want those tickets.
-Here you go. 20 dollars, please.
I gave the lady last cash I had. Well, I was anyway heading to troubles, so being broke couldn�t do more harm.

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