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Kevin looked at the door that had just been slammed in his face. He had gone to make up with Brian - they were cousins after all - but Brian had really slammed the door in his face. The gold plated star that said Brian Littrell was hanging by a thread. Kevin swiftly knocked it off the door and down the hallway.

"Damnit Brian, why won't you talk to me?!" Kevin pleaded.

"There's nothing to talk about! Face it, the Backstreet Boys are over! Now just go away or else I'll call security!"

Kevin sighed, tears stinging at his eyes. He slowly walked down the hallway, making sure to avoid the dressing rooms of the other boys.

He found his room and sat down, only to find a note from Howie. He slowly unfolded the note marked "To Train".

Kev, Look, I know we've had our differences in this group, but I don't want to lose you guys. Please talk to me. I'm here if ya need me. - D.

Kevin glanced up at the photo of the group hanging in his room. Thoughts of the fight came flooding back to him. He tore up the note and threw it in the trashbasket before collapsing on the couch.

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"I don't think the notes worked," Howie said to Cassie. "They want nothing to do with me."

"Babe, just relax," she said, rubbing his shoulders. "It takes time."

"But you don't understand. We've never had a fight like this! I mean, Brian is usually calm, but he told all of us - even Nick - that he never wanted to see us again. Kevin followed him after he left the room, probably to try and make up. Nick stormed off, but not before taking a bottle of beer from the cooler. That boy is going down the tubes. And AJ, he just looked sad for a moment, but then his eyes took on an icy glare and he stormed out, too. That's not like him... I was left sitting by myself."

"They'll get over it, I promise. Look, do you want to go out and get something to drink?"

"No... I'm just gonna sit here and hope that one of them calls. Maybe Brian. He's always been pretty level-headed. He's gotta call."

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"Why did I do that? God, why did I slam the door on my own family?" Brian thought. "Maybe I should go see if he's stll out there. In a few minutes. I'm gonna call Nick first."

Brian picked up the phone and dialed Nick's extension. Even though he was only two rooms down, it felt like two states.

"What?" an angered voice came over the phone.

"Hi Nick, it's-" Brian was shocked as the line went dead. He pressed the reciever several times. "Nick? Hello, Nick?" It suddenly became obvious to him. Just as he had slammed the door in Kevin's face, Nick had hung up on him.

Brian threw the phone across the room and went out to the hall to see if Kevin was there. He didn't even notice the white envelope with B-Rok written on it fall to the floor.

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Nick took another swig of beer. The beverage tasted bitter in his mouth, mixed with tears. He half heartedly wiped away at one, before giving up and just drinking more beer to drown out the taste.

The hole in his t-shirt had come from when AJ grabbed his shirt before Nick stormed out. The fight was over such stupid stuff... How could a breakup of a group that had been together for six years come within six minutes? He could hear someone's music playing in the next room over. It was probably Howie's. He always handled tough situations well.

Ever since they had left Johnny and Donna, their musical career had been on the way down. They were too busy partying to record all of the new album, and the release date had come and gone. Their awards were gathering dust on the shelves of Brian's house. The magic was gone. They fans still loved them though. But the Boys didn't love themselves. Nick knew that Kevin especially was really upset about them not being as popular as he used to. He was almost 29 and he needed something sturdy to hang onto. Well, this was the end. Hopefully he'd find something else to do. But then again - who wanted a washed up teen idol?

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AJ slammed the door behind him and glance around his small dressing room. He barely noticed his mother sitting in the chair on the corner.

"I don't want to talk about it," he said, putting his earphones on before she could even say anything. Denise pulled the earphones off.

"You have to talk about it," she said firmly. "AJ, what happened?"

"Nothing happen, okay? We just got into a little fight."

"A little fight? A little fight?! Everyone could hear you all the way out in the arena! The fans were growing uneasy."

"Well ya know what? F**k them. I really don't give a shit right now. I'll yell if I want to!"

"Alexander James McLean... I realize that you are going through some tough times, especially with the death of your father, but that is no reason to use that type of language with me. Now, I stronly suggest - I order you as your tour manager - to go out there and talk to those Boys."

"I'm outta here," AJ said, standing up and grabbing his jacket. "Tell the rest of the guys to go to hell."

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