So it’s all said and done right? You get a job that you love and then you’re happy. Well not in my case. I worked long hours with little pay, heard it before I know. But then my day came…I was going to be a paid intern for a local radio station. Someday I’d get the chance to be a DJ. Yes! The perfect job or so I thought.
I entered the office building like so many other days, daydreaming that one day I’d meet the man of my dreams, no not Tom Cruise he was taken and then Rosie came before thee but the ever dreamable Nick Carter. Yes, in my mist of my twenties it is sad to say but I’m not a teenybopper. I’m not, I’m not, I’M NOT! Embarrassing to be found buying TeenBeat, 16 and The Big Bopper, especially by the cutest guy to walk past you in a month…hell yes. But I’d do anything for that cutie patoottie, as Rosie would say.

The soft air conditioning hit me as I walked through the hall way of the Seattle based radio enterprize and made my way to the elevator. Every day I was to meet with the Big Guy, the Man In Charge aka the Boss. He would tell me what I had to do, which DJ I would spend my time with and what time I had to be back tomorrow. I usually just nodded my head, used to the same routine day after day…but hey it was money I could put in my pocket for later use. The thought of BSB memorabilia popping into my head.

But then he asked a question, more or less a statement, “You know that the Backstreet Boys are coming to town right?”
My eyes shot open, I nodded my head and thought ‘how could I not.’
“Well if you play your cards right, you can go with Textor when he goes,” The Big Man said.
‘OH MY GOD!’ My mind screamed, I planned on doing some major butt kissing.

Months later, and with many trips to local restaurants to retrieve what I’d like to call bribes, I was on my way to the show with Texter.
“Okay so you’ll be cool, right?” Textor asked, knowing how obsessed I was.
I nodded, my mute stage suddenly setting in.
It was the end of the concert, and the whole show was set to perfection. I, of course, had the time of my life. Front row, dead center. I caught the eye of Nick from time to time, I swear he winked at me.
Now here I was, walking around the back of the Tacoma Dome. We flashed the security guards the badges and kept on walking. Slipping through the partial opening in the backdoor and heard the shouts of laughter down the hall. When I heard a familiar chuckled, my heart skipped a beat.
Textor grabbed my arm and practically pulled my cemented feet towards the awaiting hallway.
We passed many doors, most of them were closed much to my disliking but finally we had made it to the room labeled ‘Dressing Room’. Textor knocked twice as if he’d been here a hundred times. The doors flew open, and I just about fell to my knees.
“Hey Tex,” Brian greeted, putting his hand out for a friendly shake.
They hugged, kissed, scratched…all the male things before he noticed I was standing there all goo goo eyed.
“And who is this visitor?” Brian asked, leading me into the room. I immediately scanned the room. Pretty laid back and there he was. Sitting just a few feet in front of me, legs spread slightly on the couch. Backwards hat, white cotton shirt and a pair of faded baggy jeans completed his outfit.
“This is my intern,” Textor announced, hitting me playfully in the arm to snap me out of it.
“Yeah, that’s me,” I replied, a little too peppy for my liking.
Brian eventually gave me a hug, and pointed for us to sit down. Kevin and AJ soon entered, excited to see Textor. The five guys soon became lost in memories of the past, and how they all met Textor when he had lived in sunny Orlando. He even, amazingly been offered a part in the Backstreet Boy quintet. I struggled to pay attention to their many jokes and humorous stories, but the thought of Nick…naked…on my floor kept entering my warped little mind.

I still sat in the hard seat Brian had offered me, many hours ago. Nick had soon left me, mentioning something about a drink. I was okay with it, I mean hell I was in the same room as him. Next thing I knew, Textor was pushing me out of the seat. He was claiming AJ had beat him up on a game of Poker, and since I was in the fourth needed chair I had to move. Finally I slid onto the couch, spacing about having to get up early for work tomorrow. The Boss had said and I quote ‘If you go to the Backstreet Boys concert, you have to be at work at 5am’. And he knows that I wouldn’t get home till midnight at the earliest.
‘Oh well’ I thought, when I noticed a slight jolt in the couch. Turning my head slowly, I saw him smiling at me.
‘Oh dear God what do I do?’ I instantly thought.
“Would you like one?” He asked, indicating the Pepsi he held firmly in his hand.
I could only nod.

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