So once we got checked in at our hotel, Jen's mom came back with directions on how to get to the arena. It's literally three blocks from us! The clerk said that it was right off the dressing room entrance. So I didn't even take the directions, but instead, committed them to memory and took off, but not before I got some grief for going off by myself. (I can take care of myself!) So I'm walking and from two blocks away, I can hear the girls screaming! So I head over to see exactly how close we are to the dressing room entrance. Actually, the entrance was RIGHT THERE when I walked up. The Red 18-Wheelers were there and so were some busses. There were a few fans, not many, there screaming and waving and hoping to see the BACKSTREET BOYS. Unfortunately they weren't there. So after about half an hour I went back to the hotel and started getting ready. When Jen and I finally leave there's a long line. We don't really care. We just stand there and I remain calm, clutching our gift bag. When we get up to the front of the line, they check my bag (I hid the cameras) and they ask us if the bag is for the BOYS. We say yes and we get told to put it in this huge box full of stuff and they'll be sure the BOYS get it. We have no clue if they really got it or not, but it was cool.

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