So, I�m walking around in a maze getting knocked around left and right. My reason for not going to concerts has just been validated. I feel like a total loser coming to this concert by myself but this was once in a lifetime. I walked up to the window,
�Uh, there are tickets on hold for me.� I handed the guy my ID and waited. Yes, I�m a worrywart and called ahead to see what I needed to do and where I needed to go. He handed me two tickets and two passes,
�Just make sure you keep these around your neck or they�ll kick you from backstage; especially with these guys. Security is tighter than ever.� I blinked a couple of times as I looked at the backstage passes and my shock must have been noticeable as he laughed a little,
�You ok?� I smiled weakly and nodded as I made my way through the jungle of people. I finally reached my spot and I couldn�t believe I was near the front. I could see everything. A large man walked over and I didn�t know if I should scream or run,
�You can go back, you don�t need to sit out here; especially with that backstage pass around your neck. You�ll start getting hassled. Follow me.� Ok, I�m leaving to an unknown location with an unknown man, yep, mugger�s dream. When we were backstage he turned to me,
�Whose guest are you?� Guest? I�m not anyone�s guest,
�I, uh, Kevin left tickets for me-� He nodded and motioned for me to follow. Guess he was used to the stammering and learned to cut the babbling idiot short to save her dignity and his time.
�Ok, wait right here.� I nodded and stood by the wall, I wanted to faint when I saw �Backstreet Boys� on the door. No way, get the hell out of here. In fact, that�s what I should do; high tail it out of here before he comes back. I could do it, they don�t know me; they�ll never see me again. I could handle knowing they laughed at me behind my back. The door open and he reappeared, damn me for second-guessing. I followed him inside and there was so much going on I was kind of shocked. People were everywhere, running around. For some reason I thought they would be in a circle warming up their voices with towels wrapped around their necks, sipping warm tea and praying. I took a deep breath as Kevin walked over and smiled,
�Hi, I�m glad you could make it.� I nodded and smiled in return; words were not going to happen. I looked around the room, floors and walls were very clean; that�s all I could look at. I couldn�t even tell if any of the other Backstreet Boys were in the room because I couldn�t look at anyone. He placed his hand on my shoulder and my body tingled, yes it really did, I need to get a grip,
�Come on, I�ll introduce you to the guys.� We walked over and I wanted to slap myself. Brian and Howie were watching TV and I was right next to them. They looked up as Kevin introduced them,
�Hey guys, this is�� He looked over at me apologetically and I smiled,
�Quinn.� He smiled weakly,
�I�m sorry�this is Quinn. Quinn this is Howie and Brian.� I smiled and nodded slowly,
�Your cousin right?� He nodded and Brian laughed, guess he got my little joke. I felt bad and looked down at my feet,
�So, cousin Kev spilled his drink on you huh?� I smiled,
�Yeah, it was ok though.� I reached out and shook their hands just as someone called them,
�Ok Howie�Brian you�re up.� They looked over at her as she stood with her hands on her hips. They looked over at me and Brian rolled his eyes,
�Great, just love the makeup.� I smiled and nodded and they walked off. They seemed nice, granted there was nothing deep in that minute but their demeanor seemed nice and genuine. There was a loud bang and I turned to see AJ,
�Let the party begin I am here.� Kevin called him over and I watched, as he seemed to network with everyone on his way over to us. He was taller than I thought he would be but he was still skinny like he looks on TV.
�Where�s Nick?� AJ rolled his eyes and looked over at Kevin,
�On the phone with well you know.� I looked away but not before I noticed Kevin roll his eyes and shake his head. Must be another one of Nick�s �winners�.
�AJ this is Quinn, Quinn this is AJ.� I watched his hand cover mine and looked up to see looking at me over his shades,
�Hi Q, what�s up?� Q? Ok, whatever, he has a problem being like everyone else anyway so I�ll let him have that one,
�Hi J.� He laughed and looked over at Kevin,
�I like her.� He looked back at me and smiled,
�I don�t want to be rude but I must go eat.� I nodded and turned my attention back to Kevin as he walked away,
�Um, thanks for the backstage pass.� He seemed to suddenly notice that I was alone,
�You�re by yourself?�
�Yeah, told you. I�m kind of a loner. I just can�t believe my first BSB concert and I�m backstage.� His eyes widened slightly,
�This is your first time seeing us perform?� Didn�t I tell him that? No, I told him I wasn�t going to the concert. Great, I�m feeling less and less like a fan as time goes on.
�Yeah, this is my first time.� He motioned for me to follow him and we sat on the couch,
�Ok, so you�re going to have to tell me how you liked the show.� I nodded and smiled. I really don�t believe that; he was just being nice, I understood that. Silence, I hated it so here I go with an attempt at small talk,
�So, how long are you guys in town?� He looked up at the ceiling,
�We got here the day before yesterday�so that was Wednesday night and we have a concert tomorrow and we leave tomorrow night after the show.� I nodded, ok, what next I thought as I looked around the room.
�Your wife is beautiful.� He looked over and laughed,
�Thank you, I think so too.� I am an idiot its official; why that came out of my mouth I don�t know,
�I don�t know why I said that�sorry.� He looked at me, right in my damn eyes, that was torture,
�I think I know and thank you.� I nodded and looked down and even noticed a string was hanging off my jeans, how could I not my eyes have been in my lap practically the entire time. The door opened and I looked up and watched as he walked through the door and went directly over to a group of guys and started talking. My eyes followed him like I was in a trance and when his head moved my eyes diverted back to my lap just in case he looks in our direction; I didn't want to be caught staring. Kevin called out to him and waved him over,
�Nick, come here.�
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