“Oh my God. I can’t believe this is actually happening to me.” Silvia said as she stood dumb struck next to Willow’s limousine. It was the day that they were leaving. The hard awaited day had finally arrived. The day before. The girls had gathered together at Willow’s house for a sleepover and now, they were leaving together on a plane to Orlando to meet the Backstreet Boys. It all seemed too perfect to Silvia. Like as if it was a dream and any minute now, she would just wake up. Over the week, Silvia had found herself growing quite fond of Willow, and that she wasn’t who she thought she was at all.
“Yeah I know! It’s just too hard to believe! Now we’re actually going to fly all the way over to Orlando to see them!” Chelsea agreed excitedly. The three girls climbed in the vehicle as they chatted non-stop all the way to the airport.
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“Wake up Chels! Wake up! We’re landing!” Willow nudged Chelsea with a grin on her face. She looked out the window and gazed at the sun setting among the clouds. It was a pretty sight although it didn’t amaze Willow anymore. She had seen this kind of view numerous times while on trips with her father.
"Eh? Oh God! Oh God! We are! Am I dreaming?” Chelsea asked, with her eyes only half open. Silvia was already mesmerized by the sight and her eyes were practically glued to the window.
“Hey Willow, are your ears starting to hurt? ‘Cause mine are,” Silvia asked uncertainly as she patted her ear.
“Yeah, it’s supposed to hurt. You know, the pressure,” Willow explained to Silvia.
“Hey guys, I’ve got to use the bathroom,” Chelsea told them as she stood up and started to walk towards the bathroom. A line was queuing up and Chelsea waited behind a tall man with blonde hair. Not looking where she was going, she bumped into him. He turned around. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Chelsea apologized with her head down as she was yawning… having no idea who she had just bumped into.
“That’s okay.” He replied and hid his face.
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“Hey guys… where are we supposed to be going?” Silvia asked as she looked around the airport.
“Um… a lady called Anna Ross. She should be here,” Willow replied while putting down her luggage on the floor.
“Hey… Hey! There’s a sign with our names on it!” Chelsea pointed towards a young woman in her twenties. She had auburn hair and green eyes. They started making their way towards the woman.
“You guys must be Chelsea, Silvia and Willow. I’m Anna Ross as you guys probably know. I’ll be your sort of guide during this week. Okay, first stop, the Sheraton!” The woman said as she saw the girls approaching her. The girls shrugged as they followed her to a vehicle.
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“So who are the chicks?” AJ Mclean asked casually as he sat down on a black leather chair with a soda backstage. The Backstreet Boys were due to be performing in an hour and they were more than ready. Waiting for the winners of the ‘Fly To Backstreet’ contest, Nick Carter sat down in a chair next to him.
“Three girls named, Chelsea, Silvia and Willow,” he answered while picking up a magazine lying around on the tiled floor.
“Please don’t tell me that they are some crazed teenybopper that barely hit puberty.”
“Nah… from their info, they’re 17,” Nick said as his eyes bulged out at something from the magazine, “Oh God. Geez, I told them my dog named Amanda died and they wrote my girlfriend Amanda died!”
“Yeah, you should get used to it Nicky. Last time Howie told them that he lost his Discman and they wrote that his whole lifetime supply of clothes were stolen.” AJ retorted as Brian and Kevin ran through the door.
“Geez, I didn’t know it took you that long to get McDonald’s. What happened? Did you buy the whole McDonald’s?” Howie said sarcastically.
“No,” Brian scowled, “We were mobbed Howie. I wonder who told gave me the cap that says ‘I am Brian BSB’?” Brian asked knowingly. He threw the cap to Howie.
Howie laughed. “You have to admit, it is funny!”
“Shut up D.” Kevin snapped, “We were mobbed and they grabbed at the McDonald’s and…” he trailed off.
“Great move Kev, that was one great move… now, we’ll all just sit here… and starve…” Nick said, emphasizing every word.
“Okay, we’ll just all shut up now ok?” AJ interrupted before Kevin could say anything. “Why don’t we just wait until the chicks arrive… okay?”
“Hi everybody!” The door flung open and in walked Anna Ross greeting the guys cheerily. Behind her, followed three good looking excited girls. “Okay, let me introduce, this is Chelsea,” she pointed to the tall girl dressed in a white tank top and a flippy baby blue skirt. Her silky mahogany hair hung below her shoulders as she brushed a loose strand of hair behind her nervously, she gave a little wave and tried to smile enthusiastically. “This is Willow,” she pointed to the girl next to Chelsea wearing tight dark blue sleeveless shirt that outlined her figure. Matching it, she wore a pair of short jeans. Her dirty blonde hair set stylishly yet simple with a few obvious highlights in it. “And this, is Silvia,” Anna pointed to the last girl standing next to Willow. She had medium length light brown hair let down messily yet stylishly. She wore a pair of blue designer sunglasses matching her white spaghetti strap dress while showing off her new tattoo of two hearts with an arrow crossing through it. She gave a shy smile. “Okay, girls, you have one hour to spend with the BSB before the show starts and then you have get out there with the rest of the people to watch the show. After that, you guys go back to the hotel and the BSB get tomorrow off so you’ll spend tomorrow with them.
“Great!” Chelsea grinned.
“Okay, I’ll be back in an hour. See y’all!” Anna slammed the door as she disappeared behind it.
There was silence for a moment as the three girls stood uncomfortably in front of the door. “Um…” Chelsea trailed off. It always sounded so easy to start a conversation in the stories that fans wrote. She looked around the room noticing a computer in the corner of the messy room.
“I’m so damn bored!” Nick cried out suddenly.
“Hey, does that computer have access to the Internet?” Chelsea asked, pointing to the computer.
“What do you care? It’s already a total rip off that we have to spend all tomorrow with three immature teenyboppers. Do you even want us to teach you how to get on the ‘net?” Nick retorted rudely.
Chelsea looked shocked. She never thought that Nick, her idol would be so cruel. Never in her dreams that she dreamt of Nick telling off someone. She looked at Willow and Silvia. They looked shocked as well. It’s probably because he’s had a rough day, she assured herself, yeah, that’s probably it. Willow, who wasn’t used to being yelled at, wouldn’t stand it, BSB or no BSB. She started to walk towards Nick, giving him a piece of her mind when Silvia held onto her arm, refusing to let go.
“Don’t,” she whispered to Willow, “He’s just in a bad mood.”
Willow sighed, “Can we at least have a seat?” Willow glared at Nick.
“Sure, you guys can sit there,” AJ pointed to a rotting old dusty wooden chair lying around on the floor with one missing leg.
“Save it for yourself.” Willow snapped as she made her way to the sofa across from them.
“Hey chick, how old are you?” AJ asked.
“I’m 18 and I would appreciate it if you didn’t call me, chick,” Willow emphasized the word, ‘chick’.
“Whatever! How about you chicks?”
“AJ, shut your big mouth for once okay? Just shove it up your big, lard, ass.” Brian told him in an annoyed tone.
“Okay Bri, whatever.” Chelsea glanced at Brian and gave a little thankful smile to him. He returned the smile. They all sat in silence, deep in their own thoughts.
“This is stupid.” Willow announced suddenly. Everyone stared at her. “I mean, look at all of us. I don’t know who you guys think you are but that does not give you the right to do whatever you want, or treat us any worse. You five are prized jerks and you sure know how to make a fan feel good about meeting their idols. We were so excited… to meet you five… and you just had to ruin it. I don’t know any of you, all I know that your ‘oh-so-sweet’ act only happens when you’re in spotlight… or are you guys just treating us like crap because you feel like it? I’m sick of all this shit! I’m leaving… you guys may sing good, but your egos are way too inflated.” Willow walked towards the door, “You guys coming? I don’t care if you guys stay with these assholes. I’ve barely met them an hour and I already hate them. I’ll be sure to tell daddy to tell the reporters to add an article about these five pricks who think they’re some prince with tons of girls waiting in line for them.”
“Um… Willow, I don’t know. We wanted this so much…” Silvia drifted off. She glanced at members of the BSB and gave a loud, heavy, sigh.
“Wait a minute.” Kevin held onto Willow’s shoulder. She turned around to face him. “Just who do you think you are, dissing us when you’ve barely met us? You don’t even know us!”
“I’ve seen all I need to see!” Willow shrugged off his grasp and walked out the door, her dirty blonde hair swaying as she walked. Chelsea and Silvia glanced at the BSB disappointedly as they followed Willow out.
“You guys disappoint me so much,” Chelsea said sadly as she left.