'It's okay dad."She paused,and looked at the poster in her hand,"I know we didn't have the money.'

Her dad smiled at her.'Im really sorry..maybe if this job comes through..next time.I know how much you really love them.'

She smiled at her father."Thats great.I gotta go finish my homework now...i'll talk to you more later.'She turned her back on him and walked up the stairs.As she walked towards her small room,her heart sank.Seeing the backstreet boys meant everything to her.

'Mel'her dad screamed,'Dinner's gonna be around six o'clock.'

'Okay,dad."Melanie screamed back."Ill be finished.'

She walked into her room and looked around.Two posters pinned to her wall;one of all the backstreet boys and another of Nick Carter.Her room wasn't much bigger then her friends closet.I hope dad's job goes thru.She thought,sitting down at the small table in her room.

She tried to start on her math homework;but her mind went to other things.She really didn't love her life--the backstreet boys kept her going.She thought about one day when she might see them in person.It was her dream...it kept her alive.

Her father didn't have any money-just enough for food and to put a roof over the families head.Her little brother didn't have it as rough-he only went to elementry school.Melanie now went to High School.Her clothes weren't the best and she wasn't the prettiest,so she got embrassed daily by her classmates.She didn't have enough money to buy all the Backstreet merchandise.Just enough for Millennium and Backstreet Boys;thier cd's.

She stared at her blank page and thought about writing the backstreet boys,thanking them and telling them how much she looked up to them.Twisting in her chair,she looked at the poster and felt tears in her eyes.She was thankful,someone gave her those posters.Looking at them and hearing thier voices made her smile--something only her family had been able to do.

"Nick"she muttered,under her breath.He was the only guy she ever liked and she didn't even know him.No other guy would have anything to do with her.Slamming her book shut,she stood up and streatched.Maybe he's right-maybe i'll go next time,she thought,wiping away a tear.

Maybe one day she'll be able to meet her inspirations..and maybe one day she'll be happy again.

I want to dedicate this story to the Backstreet Boys:like they'll ever see it.They've helped me thru so much--and they've helped so many other people they don't even know.This story isn't based on me,the author--just the fact that meeting the the backstreet boys--you would make me happy for the first time in my life.Meeting you would make me smile and make my dreams come true.I've liked the backstreet boys for about 5/6 years and never once saw them in concert..I have tickets for the Into the Millennium tour--just not the best.I know its hard to see them up close and personal and it didn't help me with the postponing.thsnk you.