Chapter 6

	“Oops sorry. I guess you don’t know who I am. First off, I’m sorry for
sounding like a prick a few seconds ago. I am a member of the Backstreet Boys.
We’re a pop group. There are five of us. Actually not to be arrogant, but we’re
one of the best selling groups right now, worldwide. That covers the “guys” part
of your question. Second off, “we” means Brian and me. Brian is a member of
the group too. We actually are cousins, and we get along pretty well. The other
three guys have no idea that we’re warlocks and our management has ideas that
there’s something wrong with us, but nothing major. Like our stipulation in our
contracts that ever 7th of the month we get off. Now, you know that’s for
Meetings, but they think we’re just quirky as far as I can tell. Anything else
you’d like to know?” he said half-smirking.

	“Wow. That’s all I have to say,” I said. I’d heard some Backstreet Boys
songs on the radio and I had to say, they were pretty good. Actually, Whitney
covered one in her show. “You guys sing “Everybody” don’t you?”

	“Yeah. You can actually hear Brian in the beginning, but I don’t have
any solos.”

	“No way! That’s him? I’ve been raving about his voice for weeks then.
You see, I listen to the radio a whole lot, and I really like “Everybody” and my
favorite voice is a toss up between Brian’s the one at the very beginning of the
song. You know, the one that says, “Oh my God we’re back again,” I said
excitedly. “And just a question. Where did you go to be ‘back’” I asked with a
laugh.

       He grinned, and chuckled showing off a perfect row of white teeth.
“You like AJ’s voice? Not surprising, everyone does. And we were ‘back,’” he
said making the quotations with his fingers, “in Europe. It was our second
album. Anyway, if you and Whitney want to come to the concert, the opening
act starts at 7:30, but we don’t show up until 8:30 or so.”

       “Well, although that’s a little early for me, I’ll go to bed when I get
home, and I’ll be up in time to make part of the opening act. Whitney will be
there too.”

       “Great. I’ll have you meet the rest of the guys, but remember they don’t
know about me or Brian being warlocks, and I’m pretty sure you and Whitney
want to have it on the down low about your umm… gifts. I’ll get you guys the
tickets tomorrow afternoon. I’ll put them in your mailbox. By the way, where\
do you live?”

      “Well we live in a not so nice neighborhood that I’m pretty sure you
don’t want to visit. How about we meet somebody outside the venue who gives
us the tickets. I’ll draw sketches of us real quick so whomever you send can
recognize us. We’ll be at the south entrance,” I said grabbing a piece of paper
out of my purse, and a sketch pencil. I made a rough drawing of Whitney and
myself and handed it over to Kevin.

       He looked at it briefly, folded it, and put it in his pocket. “You know, I
do need to get going. It’s already about 4:30 and the guys back at the hotel will
wonder whatever happened to us,” he said standing up and reaching a strong
hand down to help me up. I took it gladly, and once I had regained my balance I
looked for Whitney, thinking about it, so if she wanted to pick up my thoughts,
and let me know where she was she could do so. 
 
       Over here, to your left. I’d found her. I looked in the direction indicated
and saw her sitting at a table with Brian. I looked at Kevin and pointed in the
aforementioned direction. We walked over and Kevin told Brian it was time to
go.

      “Come on B, we need to get going. D, Bone and Nick will be worried if
they’re still up,” Kevin said tugging at the smaller man’s shirtsleeve. 

       “Alright,” he sighed, “Whitney, I will see you tomorrow, correct?”

“Yes you will, and I’ll be screaming for ya,” she said softly looking him
straight in the face and smiling.

       “Till tomorrow,” he bent down and kissed her hand. With that he and
Kevin walked off, leaving Whitney and I to our own thoughts.

Chapter 7

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