Chapter 31

	It was late afternoon when we pulled off the highway into downtown
Orlando. I made sure I was on the right road, and turned in front of the venue
they were playing in. 

	“Well, this is where they’ll be tonight,” I said as nonchalantly as I could.

	“I still wish I could go.”

	“Me too, me too. Why don’t we go shopping,” I suddenly offered.

	“Alright, but please don’t do anything dumb or buy anything
outrageous.”

	“Whitney,” I said trying to keep a straight face, “You’re going shopping
with Bobbi-the-psycho, of course I’m going to do something dumb as well as
buy outrageous clothes, that’s all I do.”

	“Fine, you win, but I get to pretend I don’t know you.”

	“Deal,” I said offering my hand so you could shake on it

	I found the nearest mall and we hopped out and headed in through the
huge glass doors to receive a giant blast of cold air from the air conditioners. 

	“Let’s go in there,” I said motioning to a store that was selling leather
pants and rather risqué tops.

	“Oh god.”

	“C’mon,” I said pulling her into the store.

	“May I help you,” a scary looking salesperson wearing white contacts
with dyed jet-black hair asked me.

	“Actually yeah,” I said noticing the walls being lined with fun looking
hats. I saw one in particular that caught my eye. Well, make that two. The
original one was a black cowboy hat, with silver trim and the other was a pink 
sequin cowboy hat. 

	“Oh god,” was Whitney’s only response as she followed my gaze. 

	“Can I try on that and that?” I asked pointing to the hats.

	“Sure, hang on.”

	“Cool.”

	Well, to make a long story short, I bought the hats, as well as a top that
matched the pink hat, but we’ll get to that later. Anyway, Whitney and I roamed
the mall, and managed to lose track of time. This new sleep schedule that I was
under, because of my frequent Europe trips was beginning to actually set itself
in on me, and I was getting worried. Up all day, not an Anderson trademark.

	Needless to say, when we looked at our watches, we noticed that it was
seven o’clock. 

	“Bobbi, maybe we should head back now,” Whitney said, “I have a
performance at nine, and I don’t want to be late.”

	“Alright. Come on,” I said leading her to the car. As I pulled the keys
out of my purse, I checked to make sure I had the tickets I’d secured as well as
the two backstage passes Kevin had sent. “We need to make one quick stop on
the way back though. Is that ok with you?”

	“Fine.”

	“Then giddyup!” I yelled smacking her butt, causing her to bolt forward
then turn around and give a halfhearted glare in my direction. This cowboy hat
was too much fun.

	We drove around, and finally turned onto the street where the arena was
located. I figured it was as good a time as any to tell her. “Whitney. Do you
know where we are?”

	“Yeah, Orlando, Florida.”

	“No, look,” I said pointing to the sign on the front of the arena that said
“Backstreet Boys in Concert”

	“You didn’t?” she practically screamed.

	I parked the car and slowly and deliberately extracted the tickets from
my purse.

	“You did!! Thank you so much!” she yelled hugging me across the car.

	“You’re welcome, now come on, let’s get this show on the road,” I said
getting out of the car and dragging her by the arm after me.

Chapter 32

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