| --- Chapter 2 --- Why didn�t he tell them? I mean, when you can�t sleep for more than a week isn�t it about time to inform your friends, your family? Maybe. Was life that easy? Nope, because there were other influences. First, Brian didn�t want them to worry. His friends worried way too much about him over the last years. Of course because of his heart. After his surgery they where always alerted that something could happen; as soon as he gasped for air during dance routine they where worried. And after him they had worried about other things. Aj and his rehab and Nick who had started to get an unhealthy life-style. And they you had the break-up rumours, who where there always. But at the moment it was silent in Backstreet Land and why would Brian be the o�ne who would break that silence? Brian couldn�t understand how it was possible. He hadn�t slept for more than a week. He had noted from himself that he started to delay the time when he would go to bed and in his bed? He twisted and turned and watched how the red coloured numbers of his digital clock changed. Just as the other night before he decided to sat up and get out of his bed o�nce again. The first three nights of his sleepless he had set in his garden staring at the stars and moon, but now he had found a new thing. He put o�n his clothes and walked out of his house. It really was magical to wander around in the city in the middle of the night. Brian loved to listen to the silence. It was also a weird thing for him to be able to walk around without being chased by some enthusiastic fans who wanted an autograph or a picture taken. Normally if he wanted to go out he had to put o�n sunglasses a hat and other stuff to avoid being recognised. The o�nly people he met at night where people walking outside with their dogs and some drunken teens that came back from a party. Brian had found out that human beings weren�t really social at night and he loved it. He loved it to just be Brian Littrell without the mention that he also was a Backstreet Boy. He just walked around in the city, softly humming some songs and just letting his mind drift away. He had also found out how beautiful the moon was. And he had discovered a small park. A park with a small lake in the middle with some benches. And that is where he sat down. o�n o�ne of those benches with a view o�n the lake, which reflected the moon and the stars beautifully. Two days ago when he sat there o�n �his� bench there came another person, the first person Brian had seen in those nights in �his� park. They hadn�t said a word to each other. The person, a young man with a pale skin, long black hair with a purple shining, just sat o�n the other site of the bench and stared, just like Brian. The never spoke word to each other, as if it was forbidden or as if they where afraid to destroy the magic of their little spot, they just enjoyed each others companies. This night it was different. The man was sitting there already, the other times it was Brian who sat there first. Brian just gave the mysterious man a little glance, but then sat down o�n his usual spot. "Late, late yestreen I saw the new moon With the old moon in her arm, And I fear, I fear, my master dear, That we will come to harm." * First Brian just stared, but then he turned to the mysterious man next to him. It was this man, who had spoken this poem with his soft voice. The man next to him was looking at him with glittering eyes. "Hello, my friend." A moment Brian didn�t know what to do, then he decides to answer. "Hello," he says with an unsure voice. The man laughs. "I guess you are right with not trusting me. Maybe it helps when I introduce myself first. My name is Seth. Seth Gillead to be more precise." "Nice to� meet you Seth. I�m Brian Littrell." Seth smiles. "I knew that." Then he shakes his head, "Don�t be afraid I�m not a desperate fan or something. I�m probably more close in becoming your nightmare come true." Brian o�nly stares at him. He didn�t knew why, but he had the feeling that he could become good friends with this strange guy who still sat next to him. VERY good friends to be honest. "Why?" "Because I know what is happening to you and why� and your not going to like me because of what I�m going to tell you." _________________ * The poem used is called "Sir Patrick Spense", a famous English ballet probably written around 1281. Next Back Back to the Index |