(Written by; Libra Librachi)

Short description;

Another story about a stupid fan. This one's about a guy who does everything like the BSB.

 

Stupid stunts by teenyboppers

 

Story 2; "I'm the 6th member!"

 

Okay, I must admit it, I've got some tattoos myself... But NOT becoz Nick, AJ and Brian has them... I always wanted a tattoo! And besides, it hurts like hell! So why would I wanna do that, to copy the guys?! That's the dumbest thing ever! And you'll regret it, if you later on aren't a fan anymore...

But some people don't think this way... They think they are cool to do exactly like AJ, Nick, Brian, Howie or Kevin. They think that if you bleach your hair too once and a while and pierce your ears and tattoo your body, that you are a better fan! Becoz you do the same things your idol does.. Pathetic!!! Tattoos are beautiful, I want to get my tongue pierced someday, but am scared to do it... And yes, I do color my hair once and a while. My hair's been blond and red, I'm planning to color it purple this next week... But not to be like AJ or somethin'!

            I thought anyone with a little sanity would know that that's just stupid... But then I met Dave... Now Dave was a big Backstreet Boys fan. Okay, he was a guy... but that doesn't mean he's gay or something, right? He just likes their music and he thinks the BS'Boys are very good at giving concerts. He's been to almost every show there is in Canada... At least, that's what he said... He looks up to them and somewhere deep down inside, he'd love to be the 6th member. Here's his story, Dave go ahead, tell everyone what you did;

"Okay... Is this recorder on?" Dave said and wanted to grab the recorder from the table. "Yes Dave, now get on with it..." I said, as I took the recorder in my hands, before Dave could grab it and pressed on the record button. Dave took a deep breath and then started talking;

"Okay... Like... My name is Dave, I'm 18 years old and I want to be a Backstreet Boy... I know, they are together for years and don't need another guy to join the band... But I did everything I could to become like them! When I was 17, and saw that AJ had all these tattoos on his arms and stuff... I did the same thing! I went straight to a tattooshop and after months, my body now has the same tattoos like AJ! I also got the tattoo's Nick and Brian has... But then smaller, becoz otherwise it would fit on my arms... And I even bleached my hair blond and straightened my hair, like Nicks hair you know! I even combed it like Nick! When I saw Nick cut his hair, I wanted to do the same thing... But I didn't liked his new hairdo so much... So I curled my hair instead, and colored it black! Now my hair looks like Howie's hair does! And see this nose... It's the same nose Brian has! Yeah, I had a nose job for that! But it's worth it! I betcha it does! I have a goatee like Kevin too! I pumped up my muscles so I'd be a bit bigger, I mean I'm really very skinny ya know and I'm like 6 ft. So, I got my ass in a gymschool and pumped myself up! I even used steroids to speed it up a little! I just wanted a body like Kevin! He looks so cool! So tuff! Wanna feel my muscles?" Dave bends over, so he was sitting very close to me and raised his arms... You know, like body-builders do when they show off their muscled biceps and stuff.

            I paused the tape for a second. "I said you were supposed to tell your story, what kinda crap is this?!" I said. Dave looked at his arms and sat back in his chair. "Well, I wanna be a Backstreet Boy, that's my story!" Dave said. "Then why are you askin' me to touch you?! I mean, I'm only here to record your story for my website... To entertain... I mean, let other fans see what some fans do to come closer to their idols..." I said. "Ooh, I know..." Dave said. "But I only asked if you..." "Ah! No! Shut up!" I interrupted him. "You either go on with your dumb... I mean educational story or either get the fuck outta my office! There are millions of other teeny bop... I mean, fans who would love to tell me their story!" Dave looked at the floor... It kinda looked like he wanted to cry, but he held it up. "Look, all I'm saying is that you have to stick to your story... I mean, things I can use, ya know!" I said. Dave nodded his head. "Good, now let's continue, you were talking about what types of stuff you did to look like the Backstreet Boys... But what did you actually do to let them know that you wanted to join them?" I asked as I let the tape recorder continue taping the whole thing.

"Well, after sculpturing my body, to look like a Backstreet Boy. I ofcors needed to learn how to dance and to sing like one. But then I remembered myself that Kevin wasn't that great of a dancer himself." Even tho Dave had his point there, I couldn't stop myself for getting a little upset about that. "Why do you say you wanna be like them and then insult Kevin on his dance moves!?" I said to him. "I know... I know... Sorry... So anyway... I practiced a whole month on their songs. I mean, I have all their albums, Backstreet Boys, Backstreet's Back and Larger then life!" Dave said. "The 3rd album's called Millennium... Get your facts straight!" I said. "Yeah, that's what I menthe to say! But I mean, I even have the American, the European, the Asian and Australian versions of their albums! And I got all the tapes! I got everything on tape, all their performances, interviews and stuff like that!" "Dave... Is this going anywhere, or...?" I asked as I almost fell asleep. "Yeah, sorry... So like, I watched very closely at their dance moves on the songs, Get Down, We've got it going on, I wanna be with you, Darlin, Quit Playing Games, Backstreet's Back, Larger Than Life..." I don't know how long he was babbling along about this, I fell asleep after he said Larger Then Life. Apparently my tape run out too at the same time...

"Ehm... Miss Librachi ma'am?" it sounded. Dave looked at the tape recorder. "Are you finished? You kept going on and on and on an on... Is this story going anywhere?" I asked. "Yes... But the tape recorder stopped recording..." Dave said. "Ooh, did you said anything else before the tape stopped?" I asked, as I took the tape outta the recorder and switched the side, to put it back in again. "Yeah, I was just talking about how I traveled my way to Orlando!" Dave said. "Was that before or after the tape stopped?" I asked. "I dunno..." Dave said. "Dave, I'm getting tired of this... Go home!" I said. "Bu-bu-but..." Dave stuttered. "No Dave! I'm sorry, I asked you to tell your story... And it's nice that you're giving some details, but you're only giving details!" I said. "Ooh... I'm sorry..." Dave said. "It's okay Dave..." I said. "Can't you give me one last change?" Dave asked "I promise to keep it a bit more..." "Dave, Dave... Shut up! You want one more change? Okay... But give me something to write about... Okay!" I said. "Shure!" Dave said.

"Okay... So after practicing the dance routines and stuff. I decided to let them know about me. But then I needed to find out where the Backstreets Main Office was. I mean, I knew it was somewhere in Orlando Florida, but not exactly where in Orlando..." "DAVE!" I shouted, as I thought this was getting sappy too. "I know, I know... But this really is getting very cool!" Dave said. "Alright then..." I said, as I slapped myself in the face a couple times to stay awake.

"Okay, luckily I heard the Backstreet Boys were coming to my town, to promote something... I thought it was for that Burger King commercial or somethin'... Anyway... I decided to climb in their tourbus and wait for them there..." "Why didn't you just asked them if you could join the group? I mean, you were there.. they were there too, so why would you climb in their bus if you could ask the guys directly?" I asked. "I wanted too, but the bodyguards didn't let me in. See, I didn't had a ticket for their shows... I forgot to buy them... Stupid me... So when I saw their tourbus waiting outside their hotel, I knew that was my one and only change! So, when nobody was looking I got myself in the bus and hid myself under a couch there..."

Dave looked at me. "What?" I asked. "But, don't you think it's getting boring?" Dave asked. "If you won't continue right now I'll kick you out!" I said to him. "Oh, yeah, okay... So I waited there... The seconds became minutes, those minutes became hours... I found a lotta cool stuff in there man! Like, I found AJ mobile-phone! I turned it on, and you know what his enter code is? It's very simple! BONE, you know like; 2663, BONE! It's a very cool thing man! You can do everything with it! You can go on the internet and stuff like that! And he has so many phone-numbers on memory! Guess which number is first on his list? Nick's number! Yep and then Howie, then Brian and then Kevin..." Dave said proudly.

"Dave... You can't just like, hack someone's mobile-phone! And besides... A mobile-phone memorizes its phone-numbers in alphabetical order. Like in; Carter, Dorough, Littrell, Richardson... So that's probably why Nick's name is first on the list!" I said. "Really? I didn't knew that..." Dave said. "You're saying you're older then me and don't even know this?! This simple thingy?!" I asked. "I didn't knew Howie's last name was Dorough... I thought it was Dwayne..." Dave said. "Dwayne is his middle name! Dorough is his last name, or family name is ... You said you were a fan? How come you don't know these things then?" I asked. "Well I..." Dave stumbled. "Never mind, go on with the story..." I said.

"I also found one of Nicks coolest Beanie Babies! It's a cute little alligator! And it's all gold and has a big mouth with silver teeth in it! I thought it looked so cool! I collect those things myself too! Since Nick already had so many, I thought he wouldn't mind if I took this one! After all, I'm almost like, the 6th member! They always share stuff with eachother! Then, in a bag in the back of the bus I found a notebook. I read through the notes, they were all poems... Like, Perfect Fan was in it too... But then I read some grammar errors, so I took a pen and corrected some of the words and sentences... There was so much to do in the bus! It took so long for the guys before they finally got in the bus, and since I didn't want anyone to know I was there... I took my food from their fridge, in the bus... They got a huge supply of strawberry icecream, Nick's favorite flavor! While I was eating icecream I found Nick's Nintendo 64 and played Nintendo, he has cool games man! Like I played this game called Mario Kart! It was so cool, but you know... Nick is a little sloppy, the controls were, like, very sticky! So I quit playing with the Nintendo and I played with Kevin's keyboard instead... He has a small keyboard in the bus! So I was eating icecream, while I played the keyboard... That's pretty hard to do man! But I did it pretty good tho! Then there happened something scary with the keyboard... I mean, it like snapped! You know like, there came all these like, electric shocks and then the whole keyboard became quiet... It couldn't make any sound anymore..."

            "My God Dave! You sneak in their tourbus, like that ain't bad enough! But then you fucked up lyrics from a notebook, probably a book where the guys write their own lyrics in... Maybe even Brian's book, becoz Perfect Fan is in it... Then you go and steal Nick's Beanie Babie, demolish his Nintendo, demolish Kevin's keyboard, eat all Nicks strawberry icecream, you went on the internet with AJ's phone... And you're talking about it, like it's the most normal thing ever!" I said, shocked as I was. "Well, yeah..." Dave said. "Like, I'm the 6th member, so it's only normal that I use their stuff too! It's not that I like, broke anything...!" "Dave... You... Never mind, continue with this... story..." I said.  

"So, after 3 days in the bus... The Backstreet Boys got in the tourbus. Boy were they surprised when they saw me, sleeping under the couch. "Hi guys! I'm the 6th member!" I said after Kevin kindly woke me up by pulling me of the couch. "What the hell are you doing here?!" Nick asked. I started to sing Backstreet's Back to let them see I was pretty talented... To bad the windows crashed when I opened my mouth. Then I tolled them I had a nose job, so my nose would look like Brian's nose does! "What?! You're... You are... I..." Brian stuttered. He was so proud that he couldn't say a word... Poor guy got a little sick and threw up in the tourbus' toilet tho. Howie walked up to me, he was so nice... He truly is one of the nicest and cutest in the group! "Dude, I think it's better if you would just like... I mean, this is our bus you know... So, if you just leave, we will forget this ever happened, okay?!" he said and pointed at the door. Wasn't that nice! He said it was our bus, so I was in! I tolled Howie that I did my hair just like his. Howie walked away from me, he was probably so happy! Then I walked up to AJ, "Look AJ, I got the same tattoos like you!" I said. AJ got panicked when he saw my tattoos! "My God man! Don't you have a live of your own?! Psycho!" he said as he pulled me up. "Get the fuck outta our bus!" He wanted me to sit down, so he pushed me, so I fell on the floor. He probably wanted to push me in the couch, coz I hit my head on one... Then Kevin wanted to help me up, by pulling me on my arm. But he lost his grip and threw me towards the back of the tourbus. Nick got frustrated about something... His eyes were very creepy like, they were red and bloody and his mouth had this white stuff coming out of it... He babbled something about stupid gay wannabes ... Nick wanted to offer me a drink, by throwing a soda to my head... He accidentally missed me and hit Howie instead... The poor dude got a little tired after that and fell asleep on the floor... Brian, AJ, Kevin and Nick all wanted to give me a group-hugg by jumping on top of me... But, it was a bit weird... I mean, Kevin smacked his fist in my face while Nick AJ and Brian, just like, grabbed my arms, I couldn't move at all. Then Nick punched my in the stomach... That kinda hurt... So did the other hits I got from AJ, Brian and Kevin... But I thought, maybe it was some sort of ritual they normally do before leaving town... I mean, they have a ritual they do before going on stage too, right! And since I was the new member, they wanted me to know every routine! AJ and Brian threw me on the floor, next to Howie, I didn't felt so good... They knew that and wanted me to lay down, to rest ya know... Then their bodyguards suggested that I should leave their bus... "But I'm the 6th member!" I said. "Yeah right! And I'm Mike Tyson!" one of the bodyguard said. He looked like him, so who knows... Maybe he was! Then the bodyguards grabbed me by my throagt and threw me out the bus. "And don't you dare to come back!" Brian shouted. When I got myself back on my feet again, I wanted to explain them that I just wanted to be their 6th member. "I'm sorry I stole Nick's golden Beanie Babie.. I'll give it back! Just let me back in the bus!" I said. Nick came running up to me and started choking me! His bodyguards pulled him off of me and took him in the tourbus. Then the bus drove off, without me! I guess being a Backstreet Boy is very stressing... Maybe that's why they didn't want me to be the new member... It's obvious they just wanted to protect me for the stress..."

I looked at Dave. "That's it?" I asked, as I couldn't believe what he just tolled me. "Dave... Thank you for this... For your story..." "You're welcome!" Dave said. "So... Ehm... I'll use this story for my site... You can go home now..." I said. "But..." Dave stuttered. "What? I've recorded your story like we agreed... You'll get a cool Living Backstreet Pride T-shirt... What's the problem?!" I asked. "Well, I thought... Maybe I could join this Living Backstreet Pride thing... I mean like, writing articles and stuff! Here... I got this cool story about me and Kevin in the woods!" Dave said. "What? You and Kevin...? In the woods? That's sick Dave!" I said. "But... Don't you want me to be the new member of this site?" Dave asked. "No! You'll get your T-shirt that's it!" I said as I grabbed a T-shirt from the closet and gave it to him. "Yes but... Can't I be a member?" Dave asked again. "No! I can't include some idiot psycho like you here! You invaded the Backstreet Boys' privacy, you destroyed their personal things... That's nothing to be proud of! So get the hell outta my office!" I shouted. "But..." Dave stuttered. "No! Shut up! I had enough of you! First you keep babbling along about stupid stuff, then finally you give me nice story and you came and pest me about wanting to be a LBP member?! That’s it Dave get out!" I shouted. "But Libra...!" Dave begged. "OUT!" I screamed as I pulled him outta my office and threw him down the stairs. "That's why you'll never be the 6th member of the BSB! Coz you suck dick!!" I said as I closed the door.