Cookies: The Story of How it All Began


This is a brief history of how I, Laura, became a BSB fan.  I listened
to my parents’ oldies for most of my life until I finally started to listen to pop. 
This explains how I missed the beginning of their popularity.  Even 
after I started to listen to current music, I had no idea who they were. I don’t 
know why, I just didn’t.  I remember distinctly hearing Everybody for the
first (and only, as far as I remember) time and thinking “How are they back? 
They never went away! I never even heard of them before.  Who are these
people?!”  I had heard a few of their other songs, not knowing they were by 
the same group.  I found this out on a long drive with a friend of mine.  I
was bored and borrowed her cd player, and listened to what she had in it.  At 
this point, I made a vague connection. “I like some of these songs….who is
this….Backstreet Boys?  Not bad.”
 
 That was pretty much it until the year Bobbi, the lovely co-author of 
this site, and I had virtually identical schedules in school.  This meant I got
to know her better, and was introduced to “her boys” as they were
sometimes referred to.  I was pathetically easy to assimilate.  Bobbi used to
write in my assignment book when bored, and would write down upcoming 
appearances.  One day she jokingly said if I watched, she’d give me a 
cookie.  Well, I did watch.  And the next day at lunch, she bought me a 
cookie.  This continued for a little while until it was to late.  All it took was 
listening to the CDs, a couple showings of her videos, and some cookies, and 
I was hooked.   Once the cookies trailed off, I was left with no cookies
and an addiction.  Damn her. Only not really. I’m enjoying myself.  Perhaps
a little too much……

So that’s it.  I’ve been called a “traitor” (jokingly) by one of our
friends who is a 98 degrees fan, but aside from her, most don’t know I’m a
fan, and if they do, they don’t know the full extent of it.  Oh, and for your 
information, the girl who’s CD I listened to claims that her brother stole the 
CD. And she just happens to know the words and some of the dance moves.
 She hates BSB  .Really. Did I mention that her Mom stole her copy of 
Millennium?  Yea, sure she did.  Don’t worry.  We will get that girl next.
 * evil laughter * I mean …um…I’m ok, really I am.


And by the way Bobbi, you owe me several bushels of cookies.