Two days spent in a hotel room, and no unpacking done yet. What kind of tourist am I? I had decided to stay in the midst of LA, away from my Seattle based home. I wanted sunshine, and real beaches. Something Washington didn’t really have. Of course, I was over ecstatic when I found out that the Backstreet Boys were staying in the same hotel and ONLY couple doors down. Did I frequently go to the ice machine? You better believe it. Oh how I loved trips when they turned out like this.

I went down to the pool, after staying in my room for an hour. No sign of any sort of hottie for what seemed like eternity. The water felt smooth against my skin as I swam lap after lap. Finally, all pruned up, I jumped out of the pool and wrapped a white hotel towel around my waist. My unnatural burgundy hair pulled back in a pony tail and away I went.
I walked through the lobby to see what I could see and was immediately swarmed by children around 10 or 12.
“Do you know if this is the hotel that the Backstreet Boys are staying?”
“Are you one of their girlfriends?”
“Can I have your autograph?”
“Stand over here please, so I can take your picture.”
“Which room are you staying in?”
“Are you Kevin’s girlfriend?”

I was bombarded by so many questions my head was spinning. The receptionist quickly walked over and started shouting at the young girls.
“If you don’t leave the premises and quiet harassing the guests, I’m going to have to call the authorities!”
He smiled over at me before going back to his desk.
I whispered a silent ‘Thank You’ before heading back to my room.
I overheard one of the girls say, “I bet that is Kevin’s girlfriend.” I had to laugh.

Later on in the evening, I opened up the window all the way wanting the night breeze to blow in off the water.
All warm and cozy in my pajamas, I laid down at the foot of my bed. I flipped on the LA nightly news, wondering what happened in this warped ‘little’ town.
“Backstreet Mayhem rising in the streets of Los Angeles this evening. As the concert dwellers are heading home, hundreds of teenyboppers run like mad through the streets.”
‘Holy shit,’ I thought, watching all the young girls running through the streets after the tour bus.
Being in my early twenties, I can remember the days of New Kids on the Block but this is insane.
When the news story started getting interesting, I heard a knock on my door. Wondering who that could be, I heard someone shout “Room Service.”
“I didn’t order any…” I started to say as I opened the door. There was a tall man in a tuxedo in front of me.
“Hi, I was asked to special deliver this to you. It was on request by the Backstreet Boys down the hall,” He said, and with a nod of the head he was gone.
I looked down into my hands, he had laid down a dozen red roses and a card.
‘Oooh, how sweet,” I thought.
I kicked the door closed with my foot and started to walk across the room. Hearing the screaming of a few hundred BSB fans outside my fourth floor window, I grabbed for the card.

To the guest in room 207,
We are so incredibly sorry about what happened to you today in the lobby. Our manager had been entering the lobby and told us the whole story. To set the record straight, Kevin has announced that he is not seeing anyone and that hopefully you will remain unmentioned and out of the public eye from then on. And again we want to apologize for any inconvenience we have put upon you and wish that you take this gift as a token for your forgiveness.
Sincerely,
The Backstreet Boys

Each one had signed their name below that, saying that they hope the noise doesn’t disturb me too much. My thoughts began to drift into a warped stage of confusion. Suddenly I noticed someone attempting to crawl through my window.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” I screamed running over.
I lifted up the curtain and gasped.
“Hey what are you doing…wait a minute. This isn’t my room,” The intruder acknowledged.
“Yeah but here, give me your hand,” I smiled pulling him through the window.
“What are you doing…climbing four floors?” I asked when he was finally inside, resting on the nearby bed.
“Oh, the fans…outside are like bombarding everything and we saw the hidden ladder. I decided to go for it, but looks like I misjudged my room. Sorry about this,” He explained standing up and completely out of breath, running his fingers through his blonde hair.
“No problem, not the first time today you guys have entered my life,” I snickered.
Just then he saw the card and flowers on the bed.
Pointing at me he asked, “That was you?”
I nodded, “Yup that was me.”
“Thanks by the way for the card,” I added.
He smiled and stuck out his hand.
“I’m Nick, nice to meet you.”

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