Chapter 38

	Whitney’s recording went without a hitch so she and I returned to
Charelston mid January. Life was quiet. I designed and dreamed about my
future as the next big thing, while Whitney wrote some new songs and played
phone tag with Brian. They always just missed eachother and it seemed that I
spent more time talking to Brian than Whitney did. The guys were almost
done with the recording of their new album, that they titled Millennium. 

	The phone rang, jarring me out of my fantasy about the glittering
catwalks of Milan. Whitney was out running an errand so I reached over and
snapped up the phone. 

	“Hello?”

	“Bobbi? This is Howie. What’s up?”

	“Hey! Nothin much, just the usual. How about you?” I asked.

	“Not too much. We just finished recording another song here in
Orlando, but I want to warn you that they had a little trouble with one of the
tapes in Stockholm, so we have to go back in a few weeks.”

	“Damn it,” I grumbled. Not another airplane ride with mister retard.

	“He’s not a retard. Anyway I also wanted to tell you that we’re looking
for someone to fill the position of our costume coordinator. Ours just found
out she’s pregnant, and doesn’t think travel would work very well, so I called
you. At least that would give you a reason to come with us,” he said excitedly.

	“Sounds good. What do I have to do?” I asked. This was going to be
great. That is, if I could get the job. I wouldn’t have to lie to go with them.
Thank god. 

	“Well, you have to turn in designs for our performance on the MTV
Video Music Awards in September. The only stipulation is that it has to be
different from anything we’ve ever worn before. Sort of newer, edgier and
most definitely darker. Can you handle that?”

	“Yeah,” I said an idea forming in my mind.

	“Well, I have to go because we have a meeting with management
about promotion for the next tour.”

	“Alright. I’ll send you my designs as soon as I’m finished. Bye.”

	“Bye.”

	I hung up the phone and ran over to my desk. They had to be there
somewhere. I pulled a manila envelope out of the pile of papers and books
triumphantly. There it was. “Let’s see, these are edgier and darker,” I muttered
thumbing through the pages of carefully drawn designs for the Boys. Reader,
do you remember the leather outfits I was speaking of earlier in this
manuscript? Well upon finding those I let out a little shriek. “Perfect,” I yelled
holding them up. I’d forgotten about them. Only one problem remained. I still
didn’t have outfits for Brian or AJ. Those would come easily. My mind ran
freely. This could be my big break. Hopefully the management company liked
these. 

	I grabbed a pencil and began to sketch Brian’s outfit. A buckle here, a
snap there, and lastly I drew his trademark smile on the sketch of his face.

	“Bobbi why are you drawing like a maniac?” Whitney asked barging
through the door with an armload of groceries.

	“Because I got a call asking me to submit possible costumes for the
Backstreet Boys,” I said leaving lots of information out.

	“Come again?” she asked, slightly confused.

	“I got a call, from one of the Boys letting me know that they want a
new costume designer for their tour. I am supposed to send a set of designs for
a performance for MTV. The only criteria is that it has to be edgier, something
they haven’t tried before,” I explained holding up four sketches.

	“Where’s the fifth?” she asked, obviously not paying attention to
whose it was, “Oh, it’s for AJ isn’t it?”

	“Yeah. And I have no clue what to put him in.”

	“You could make it mildly embarrassing. Something he’d never
wear,” she said wickedly. 

	A smirk crossed my face. I had it. He’d have to wear a crop top. The
image made me laugh out loud. “I got it!” I said a little too loud. “He’ll wear a
crop top and leather pants.”

	Whitney busted out laughing obviously thinking the same thing as me.
“That’ll be hilarious. I wish I could be there when he sees the designs.”

	“Me too,” I chuckled, “Me too.”

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