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He also has to answer to older brother Tim, who is a minister in the Church of Christ. Sometimes on the phone, Tim will ask Kevin, "What does a man gain to get the adoration of the whole world but to lose his soul?" Not much, Kevin says. Then Tim will want to know, "Are there any pelvic thrusts in your choreography for this tour?" Dance is sexual sometimes, Kevin tells him. What does it matter if there are pelvic thrusts in the show? It's not like Kevin doesn't do a couple of pelvic thrusts at home every night too. I wonder what Tim thinks of AJ? I mean what did he think when he saw AJ hump a floor? And then Tim will ask Kevin to report on the condition of his soul. And what Kevin says is, "I feel that it's in good shape."
Like Brian, he grew up in a Baptist church, so he started off with strong religious feelings. Then, in high school, he joined a Pentecostal church, where members spoke in tongues. This was a confusing time. He wanted to speak in tongues, too; he'd go to the altar, get the hands laid on him, but the babble never arrived. He began to think the others were faking it, to prove how holy there were. He left that church but has been looking for answers ever since, most recently in a book about the teachings of the Dalai Lama. Oh brother... "It's mostly dealing with his views on maintaining a general state of happiness," he says. "It examines Western and Eastern philosophies on things like depressions and staying happy." Smiling, he adds, "Not that I'm depressed or anything." You better not be. Although if you are, you may want to consider leaving Kristin for me. I can make you happy. >=)
Kevin may be a little more meditative than the rest of the Boys. But he's the oldest, and sometimes it's been up to him to keep the others in line, especially Nick, who can get petulant and surly. petulant? Someone's been using his adjective of the day calendar. All of the guys have had a hand in helping the youngest Backstreet Boy get through his juvenile years, but none more than Kevin, and it has not always been easy.
"You name it, we've got into a fight over it," he says. "I'll try to give him advice, but I'm kind of blunt. It pisses him off, and he gets mad. He's hit me in the face, right here in the cheekbone. He's hit AJ, too. He's a good guy, but when he went through this swinging stage." Just then, Kevin pauses, ha ha ha when does Kevin not pause when he talks... perhaps thinking back over the entire long, improbable swerve-and-tilt of events. "You know, a lot of people thought we'd be gone by now. How long it can go, I don't know. But it really is an extraordinary situation we're in."
Just how extraordinary it is once again becomes clear when the Boys hop into limos and head to MTV to drop off the "Shape of My Heart" video. There aren't fifteen girls waiting there but about 5,000 all whipped up and hissing things like, "We're not friends when it comes to the Backstreet Boys," and "God forbid one of these girls gets in my way," and "I'd kill, kill, to get a picture." heh. I'd probably step on that little girl. It's fun when their faces are about level with my elbow. Ooops. ::Elbow thrust backwards::
Up in the MTV building, the Boys hang out, nosh from a spread and deliver the new video to Carson Daly on Total Request Live. At one point, Kevin sees David Boreanaz, star of the show Angel. Kevin reminds Boreanaz that they once appeared on Saturday Night Live together, and says, "Hey, man, I enjoy your work." Boreanaz says, "Hey, man, good to see you." And that's all he says. Asshole!!! A bit later, the Boys pile back into their limos and flee the Times Square area. The place is positively argle-bargle argle-bargle? with frantic, freaking-out, Backstreet Boys-loving teenage girls.
"Living la vida loca," says Howie Dorough, 27, hunkering down in his limo.
The girls are banging on his window with fists and elbows. They see what they want inside, and they want him now. "Go, go, go!" Howie's bodyguard shouts at the limo driver. And off they speed, finally shedding a couple of the more wild-eyed, tenacious fans. When they say "shedding a couple of fans," I get this mental image of the limo driving off dragging people on the ground who are clutching the door handles. I wonder if people actually do that. I picture little teenyboppers getting sucked under the tires and rolling off into near by bushes...=) Hahaha. That's an even better mental image.
"Gee, I hope no one gets hurt," Howie says, which only makes sense for him to say, because both inside the group and out, he's known as Sweet D, just the nicest guy, the peacemaker, the soft one who is most easily hurt (and on whom Nick likes most to pick). Nick....you're fat. Leave Howie alone. Go find a twinkee or something. He's got the mellowest eyes and the easiest smile. yes he does...awwwww.... He's also one of the single, available Backstreet Boys, though he's not looking. "This year, I've decided that a relationship is not right for me. You just haven't met me yet daahling... I've seen some of the other guys. They work so hard with their girlfriends. They gotta call them on the phone. `OK, I'm here in the hotel room. No, I'm not going anywhere else.' I'm like, I'm young. I have the chance of a lifetime here. I don't want to look back and think that I never really enjoyed it because I had a girlfriend and felt trapped." I wouldn't make you feel trapped Howie! You can party all you want, just as long as it's me you're coming home to at night. Their girlfriends and wives are soooo bitchy...
So, he's freewheeling these days and always up for an after-show bash or going to an awards show. Back in hometown Orlando, he's even bought himself his own club, called Tabu, with a VIP area in it so he can go there anytime he wants and mingle with the crowd or not mingle, as he wishes. He's involved in lots of other business stuff, too – real- estate ventures, mostly, as well as a company that plans to sell CD's out of vending machines in movie theaters – and also has put on numerous concerts to benefit the Caroline Dorough-Cochran Lupus Foundation, named for his sister, who died of the disease in 1998.
Because of all these involvement's, he's never seen a single episode of Friends or Seinfeld. Thats kind of a random statement don't you think? Ack. Who cares about Seinfeld, but we're going to have to sit that boy down for a marathon of Friends episodes. Or at least some Simpsons episodes. I can't imagine life without TV. No beer and no TV make Homer something something. Not long ago, he went to a hockey game, found his way into the dressing room afterward, walked out with some hockey player's stick with the guy's autograph on it and hadn't hit the exit before other players were whispering, "Dude, I'll give you 100 bucks for that stick," which got him to thinking that maybe this Wayne Gretzky guy was someone whose name he ought to know. hahahaha. Poor Howie. Poor sheltered Howie. I ought to slap you Howie....how can you not know who Wayne Gretzky is.... AHHHHH But that's the way it goes when you live in the bubble. Howie's perfectly happy there. So how exactly do you get in the bubble...hmmm...It seems his biggest worry is that his tummy's a little doughy. Even so, it has taken him awhile to get used to his particular role in the group.
Back at the hotel, up on the thirty-seventh, he's sitting in the bathroom while a groomer works on his hair. For the past several weeks, he's been wearing his black hair ironed flat, with lighter-colored extensions pinned in, though in a day or two, he will return to his natural curly look. My mom really likes Howie. He's her favorite Backstreet Boy. She was raving about how great his hair looked down, so of course I ran to tell her he wasn't keeping it that way, as soon as I read it. Her reaction "WHY NOT???" heh heh heh. Personally I think he looks good with his hair down or pulled back. As the group optimist, he says, "We haven't reached our total height yet! We've still got a lot more to accomplish!" Then he says, "There's been times when I've gotten upset because I don't feel I'm being utilized as much. Like, they wouldn't use me to sing as much, leadwise. I'd get really hurt. Poor Howie. But I realize I need to take a step back. This is a team. And I'm a team player. If I'm not there, it's not the Backstreet Boys. We're five-part harmony, not four."
And as a team player, far be it from Howie to reveal the name of the groups most frequent masturbator. He'll laugh and giggle about it, but his lips are most definitely sealed.
"OK, I rub one out every once in a while," Kevin drawls, LOL! "I..... rub..... one..... out..... every...... once...... in........ awhile....." Kevin, some things should be left not said... "but if one of us is a chronic masturbator, it's Nick." What the hell is wrong with Willa? If Nick was my boyfriend, he wouldn't be masturbating so much. I think they should start printing some of this info in teenybopper mags. "Wow! Brian's favorite color is blue like me and he doesn't say shit because it's not in the bible, but Nick is the most frequent masturbator and he has the raunchiest farts! hmmm...I can't decide who my favorite is!"
All the boys are in the hotel, and with Nick Carter thus singled out, all hell breaks loose. When the riot's over, Nick rolls his eyes and says, "Why does it have to be me? You know you all do it just as much as me." ....ack.....bad mental images....
"Well," says Kevin, "I'll put on the pay-per-view every now and then and check it out." Well Someones brand new wife isn't quite keeping him satisfied. Trouble in paradise? We can only hope. Uhhhh....
Suddenly one of the other Boys starts singing a song from the disco era. "We're coming out," goes the tune. "I want the world to know…"
And then Nick says, again, "Why does it have to be me?"
Kevin shrugs, as if to say that's just the truth of the matter, just as it's the truth that twenty-year-old Nick is the farter king, not to mention the sloppiest of the boys and the one with the smelliest feet and the one, who, when he gets upset, is the most likely to start throwing fists around, though not so much recently. Stop picking on Nick!!! Says AJ, "None of us will ever understand what goes through that boy's head sometimes. He was twelve years old when the group started. And you were 14. He went to school in a hotel room. So did you and Brian. He never experienced homecoming, prom, football games, being on the football team; you know, your first kiss, hanging out with the boys, pulling the bra straps from the girls, whatever. AJ acts like he's so much older than Nick. I bet that's one thing that pisses Nick off. That would piss me off. The things that every kid goes through, he never went through. He never had a normal life. None of us did – but him, especially."
Later, Nick leaves the hotel, signs some autographs, poses for pictures, He left because you meanies were picking on him =( and then he's in a limo, looking out through tinted windows, his long frame spread across the seat. He's a good-looking kid, no shit with a flop of blond hair and a broad, appealing face.
"Yeah, it's true. I really haven't been able to do the things that every normal kid gets to do," he says. "I don't regret it, because I love what I'm doing. But there's another side of me that wishes I could have experienced those things, `cause I guess they are a really important part of everybody's life."
He pulls his coat, a brown corduroy duster, closer around him. In the front seat, his bodyguard stares straight ahead. "It's affected me to the point where I can't look at things normal," Nick continues. "It's hard for me to get a grip on reality. When I'm in my room, it's like you almost feel like a king. But I can't go outside and do anything, you know? I tried the other day. It's not that things happened. It's just that in the back of your mind, you know that there's always somebody watching you." He pauses for a moment. "That guy right over there. He doesn't have to worry about that. But I do. Sometimes I sit back and wonder what it would be like if I wasn't like this." BITCH BITCH BITCH....are you ever satisfied!!!!
Like normal kids, of course, Nick's got his hobbies: drawing, boating, scuba diving, yeah i'm sure boating and scuba diving are every normal kids hobbies. shooting hoops and playing video games. And he's had girlfriends. In fact, not long ago, he broke up with one, his live- in of the last year or so. ("Are you sure?" AJ's girl Amanda said to Nick earlier today. "Because you just keep throwing her out and bringing her back." Maybe it's because she's a big bitch and she makes Nick turn on the pay-perview every night when she doesn't put out. Said Nick flatly, "It's been two and a half weeks.") But even so, he's come to realize just how different he may be, having grown up in a bubble. "Like, I have other friends, but I can't really call them friends like the guys are to me. We love each other a lot. I mean, every part of what I am, it's a part of them. I'm a little bit of Howard, heehee...Howard... a little bit of AJ, a little bit of Brian and Kevin. You know what I'm saying?" sure Nick....
"But another thing is, I've been in this business so much and seen so much stuff that it's almost like my feelings are kind of numb. It takes a lot for me to cry. I don't cry. I don't either. Come find me. We'll not cry together. You know what I'm saying? Normally, no. But this time I actually do. The things I've gone through, some of them are surreal, so things don't seem real to me. My ex-girlfriend haha. "ex." used to get really mad because I wouldn't cry. I just have dried-up, dried-up tears, STUTTERING STANLEY...STUTTERING STANLEY!!!! I guess you could say." For a while, Nick is silent again. The limo ambles along into the early part of a Manhattan night. He's got places to go. He will be getting there soon enough.
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