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| - Well..., A.J. said. It was a pretty good video, but I don't know. It just doesn't sound good. Brian is the only one in the group that can sing. But that's just what I think of course. ~In a hotel room in Canada~ Brian sat on a couch with his new bandmates; Jason, Peter, Steve and Mike. The first day when he had met these guys he had felt that he had done the wrong choice. Those guys were kind, but nothing like the Backstreet Boys. He had become good friends with Mike, a guy in the same age as himself, but Mike seemed so, so cool. - Hey Brian, Peter said. I'm glad you chose us rather than the Backstreet Boys. They're jerks the whole bunch of them, especially that Nick guy. They can't sing, ok.. neither can we, but so? Brian felt how angry he got, - Guys, remember that I used to be in the Backstreet Boys, and they are good guys. And Nick is, or was my best friend! - Aww man come on. You were best bud with that little childish one. Brian you are joking with us right??? Without a word, Brian went out of the room. He went straight to the bathroom and started to cry. He missed them so much, but what could he do? He felt with his hands in his pockets, and suddenly felt a piece of paper. He read the note. |
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