If it hadn’t been for my friend,
I would have had to wait till the end.
To show my appreciation
and undying dedication.

She showed me the light,
playing your cd in the middle of the night.
When I heard those words ‘Quit Playing Games With My heart’
I knew I was a fan right from the start.

Together, we watched you from the beginning,
your acting, craziness, and yes, even your singing.
Everyone wished you’d come out on top,
claiming what you did best, creating Pop.

The world now knows you,
but with your name you’ll show.
That guys can do something better than sing,
Meaning you’ve created a team.

Happiness and tears you’ll bring,
During the concerts you’ll swing,
High above the fans you go,
The love of your heart, I’ll never know.

True blue guys you are,
Coming from no land to far,
Looking good in anything but a dress,
and never snobbing the press

Just wanting to be close,
Loving Nicky the most,
Everyone loves thee,
but that comes with a plea

A plea that you’ll never stop,
A plea you’ll always stay on top.
With age you’ll find, and cherish
even the younger fans won’t parish.

The Pride will stay strong,
even when you are gone.
I Want It That Way,
As many have come to say.

The thought and images of you, will go on forever more,
Still wanting that special knock on my door.
Wishing you’ll be standing there,
Handing me a signed teddy bear.

When little girls stop dreaming,
Backstreet Boys, you won’t be seeing.
And that’s when Pop culture will die,
Taking down with each special Guy.

I just wanted to say,
and show in any way,
That I thank those five hotties who showed me happiness
I’ll continue to live my life with nothing less.

I kept reciting my poem over and over in my head. I sat perched in the black stretch limo, palms sweating like never before. I wondered if they would like it, I wondered if they’d even care. My heart suddenly skipped a beat, seeing the tall white hotel building come into view. This is where it was going to be held, where all my dreams were supposed to come true.
The driver opened up my door, and I eventually stepped out. The mid afternoon sun in the west hitting my skin like it had never seen me before. As I shielded my eyes, the security guards moved me forward, towards the building. The sidewalk leading the way seemed to last forever, when all I wanted to do was get inside. Finally I felt the soft plush carpet beneath my feet. I looked up, seeing the elevators in front of me open. I walked towards the mirrored box, glancing over my shoulders seeing the camera flashes once again.
With a deep breath, I stepped forward. The ride was short and quick, not allowing any time for me to think. The doors soon opened, and I saw the bright sunshine once again.
“There she is,” I heard voices say.
I tried to look around, but all I could see is the bright light of sunshine.
Next thing I knew, a hand slid into mine, leading the way. I started to walk with this mystery person, my vision slowly coming back into focus.
“Don’t be afraid of us,” I heard someone whisper into my ear.
I nodded, not knowing what else to do. The hand I held squeezed lightly, pulling me into a soft chair. I looked over, and to my surprise I was right next to a swimming pool. Any closer and I would be in the pool.
“What the…” I murmured but my attention was turned.
A lovely voice sung behind me and I spun around. Brian Littrell was on his knees, hands clamped together.

There are people who say what you want to hear,
On a rainy they tell you that the sky is clear,
When you really really love someone,
Am I right when I say you want them near,
And If you can’t even tell, the things that they wanna hear.
Always forever,
The things ya said,
Never say never,
The simple lies she fed,
I would never leave you,
The love i thought she had,
But can ya blame me no,
Hmm cause that’s what she said.

Those sweet words eroded from his lips, as he stared at the heavens above. When the song finished, he looked up at me and I swore he had tears in his eyes.
“That was beautiful,” I whispered, making him smile.
“Thanks,” He replied, rising to his feet.

It was about an hour later when my interview with the Backstreet Boys was wrapping. They began to notice my looking around, as if trying to ask where the fifth boy had been hiding the whole time.
“I’m sorry Nick didn’t show up, he’s always like that,” Kevin apologized.
“That’s okay,” I replied, standing up.
I started to walk away from the group when I heard someone shout.
“Hey…Mtv’s FanAtic!”
I looked up and met those crystal clear blue eyes, my warped mind slowly going to the gutter.
But I just kept walking, he knew from my tape that he was my favorite, and it practically destroyed the whole day…that he wasn’t there…didn’t even bother to show up or let the guys know.
“Hey…where ya going?” He asked, following close behind me.
“The interview is over dumbass,” AJ hollered over to him.
“Oh man…look…” Nick tried to explain, but knew I wasn’t listening.
I had enough.
I turned around, stared right into his eyes sending him signals that I don’t want to hear it.
He opened his mouth to speak, and I pushed him right in the middle of his chest.
The look of surprise in his eyes, I will never forget. I walked out the door, a smile on my face as I heard him hit the water.

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