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.



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