| Sound equipment works. Security in place. Bar closed. Ry�s guitars set up. Pedals programmed. I think everything�s ready. I flopped into a cushioned chair in the �VIP area�, watching the teenaged and young twenty-something crowd stream in. A group of girls waved at me, probably recognizing me from other shows even though I wouldn�t be able to pull them out of a lineup if I�d tried. Ryan�s got groupies. �What�s up sexy?� And here is my favorite part of the show� Ryan�s younger brother. �Hey Marc. What�s up?� He sat next to me, leaning over to whisper to me even though no one was around to hear him. �You and I should go out after this. I�m eighteen now� We could� ya know� have�� A large hand landed on his shoulder, pushing him into the floor. �Stop using sexual innuendos on my little sister.� I laughed, jumping up to give Xander a hug before noticing his hair. �Aah! It�s blue! How cool!� He grinned. �It�s for the concert tonight. Think I�ll be able to get A.J.�s attention after we sneak backstage?� Backstage? Un uh. That wasn�t in the deal. I pulled away, going over to help Marc from the floor. ��I see where your loyalties lie. You love the gay guy more than me. I�m hurt Kara.� I rolled my eyes at the younger boy. Choosing to ignore him, I turned back to Xander. �Why would we be backstage?� ��Cause you�re gonna get it on with your luuuuuuver boy.� Both guys started laughing as my face flamed red. �I�m not sneaking backstage. You can if you want, but I have to tell you A.J., despite the once bright hair colors, is straight and about to get married.� Xander shrugged as I sat back in my chair, curling my legs underneath me. Leave me alone. �That�s just his cover-up so he doesn�t become the token �gay Backstreet Boy�. That�s Howie title. He�s cute, but�� I rolled my eyes again as he continued on a diatribe I�d heard many times on why A.J. was better than Howie, while they were both obviously gay. I zoned out until I heard him say Nick�s name. �Now Nick, if it wasn�t for his rendezvous with you, I�d believe he was gay as well. He�s too pretty to be straight, and his lisp� all he�s�� �Shut up.� ��is the token gay hand�� �Shut up.� ��gestures and�� �Shut up.� ��he can�t dan�� �SHUT UP!� I love Xander, really I do, but� he manages to really irritate me at times. Standing up, I exited the blocked off area fuming. I heard Xander call after me before Marc shut him up. Saying hi to a couple of people, I made my way backstage before the tears pricking my eyes began to fall. I�m so retarded. Finding a secluded corner, I slid down the wall, burying my head in my knees. Someone else had done this� but he didn�t cry And I still didn�t know what his reasoning had been. He�d seemed so happy, excited most of the time� I miss him. I know, I know. It was half a day, but� he wanted me to go on tour with him! But I couldn�t� too young. Hiding too much. He didn�t even try to tell me who he was. They kept hiding things, �correcting� themselves. Who am I kidding? He�s a Backstreet Boy. He probably doesn�t even remember me. Why should he? Someone, probably Marc, started talking over the sound system, announcing Ryan�s entrance to this �special� daytime show. Then Ryan went straight into �Blindside�. I should be out there even if I do just want to curl up and die. * �Hey, this kid is pretty good!� Yeah, and his female fans don�t create ear piercing screams. �Yeah, he�s Kara�s friend.� The music was good, but I really didn�t care. My eyes darted back and forth, all over the room in search of my girl. For Brian�s sake! She�s got RED hair. How can I not find her? Unless she�s not here? No. She�s here. I wouldn�t be so damn nervous if she wasn�t close. �Hey, guys. Thanks for coming out. I know a lot of you probably had to skip school for this, and thank you for making that sacrifice. This song is for my girl Kara. It�s her favorite and it�s called �All My Life�.� My head shot up to the blonde spiky haired boy in the Abercrombie clothes playing an acoustic guitar. That�s the song she�d asked him to play that night! How the hell do I remember every word of every conversation I had with her? I don�t even remember which city I was in yesterday. Or maybe it was because I could remember every single moment of our kiss� both of them. How surprised I was. How soft her lips were� How innocent she looked when her eyes fluttered opened and looked into mine. I want to corrupt her. � Where IS she??! |
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