~The Characters~
The BSB, duh, Aaron Carter, and a new female group named Escapade (Natasha Hamel, 19; Melissa Newsted, 22; Abs & Heidi Reed,20; and Natalee Wolfgang, 18) that has been chosen to tour with the BSB for a good few months.

~The Situation~
The story is basically about all the incidents that happen while on tour with these two young groups and Aaron.
The story is mainly like a diary, so if you see one part with the title "Brian's Entry", then it's in Bri's point of view. That should give you an idea of the way the story's gonna work.

**Prologue**

~Natasha's Entry~
Well, here we are in the airport waiting for our plane to London to be announced. The girls and I just met the BSB, and we can tell that this is gonna be one helluva tour (hehehehe....) ahead of us. I'm pumped, I wanna get started. Anyway, Donna and Johnny tell us that we're gonna meet Aaron, Nick's little brother when we get to Germany, and he's gonna start touring with us from there. That'll be cute - seeing a tiny carbon-copy of Nick. I can tell Natalee (Nat) is already enjoying herself because she's got it bad for Nick, even though she just met him. Heidi and AJ have been hanging out, Melissa and Kevin have been yakking away about business (they're both the two business-minded ones of BSB and Escapade), Abs and Howie can't stop talking either, and me and Brian...well, we just barely talked at first. We're both extremely bashful and it took us a while to loosen up. But everything's fine now. Now if only the plane would be announced.....

~Kevin's Entry~
So, this is it: we're finally touring. We just met the girls (Escapade), and lemme tell you, they're something to talk about. I think I clicked with Melissa pretty well, given the fact that we have lots of things in common and we're closer in age than anyone else. Sort of. Anyway, I keep wondering what's gonna happen in this tour...y'know if anyone's gonna get in a big fight, or if someone gets with someone else, or if someone is unfaithful or.....okay, I believe I'm getting carried away, huh? Besides, the plane has just been announced and we're finally on our way to London, where we hafta do photo shoots, press conferences, shows, blah, blah.....oh, must leave, plane's boarding.
On the plane.......

~Natalee's Entry~
Alright, whoever's idea it was to put me in the seat I'm sitting in at this moment will be physically harmed AS SOON as this damnation of a plane lands!! Some sickly little kid is puking behind me and all Nick is doing is laughing. And people are smoking around me. I've never felt so tortured in my life.Oh, and Nick is fine.~AJ's Entry~ Whoo-hoo. How are girls as beautiful as Heidi actually living? Erm...that was a retarded question, I realize. But anyway, it's like Heidi is too good to be true. She beautiful, she's a crack-up, and she can sing. And she's smart. But nevermind that, she's a FLIRT! This means I can let my flirting skills flow without being beat to death! Oh, God, I've never felt so fulfilled in my life!!!!!! Well, except when I um, first DID IT, if you get my drift. But anyway, that's not the point here, really. All I'm saying is that I want this woman like, real bad and for some ungodly reason, I feel so intimidated with her. Why? That's never happened to me before and now, everytime I look at Heidi, I keep having this feeling in the back of my head that she's gonna beat the living hell outta me for no reason at all. I wonder if she wants me. Oh, man, I need to calm down. Ooooh, look at her..she looks so beautiful, and for Christ sake, she's just reading a friggin' magazine! This fully determines that I have officially and legally turned into a complete mental case.

~Heidi's Entry~
Why do I feel like I'm being stared at?

~Nick's Entry~
LOL, Nat's pretty pissed, and she looks so cute when she's mad. I can hear this little kid behind us hurling forth his lunch, and Nat isdisgusted.
"So, um, Nick," Natalee said to me.
"Yeah?"
"Was it your idea to put me in this section where everyone's smoking and puking?" she asked casually.
"Well, I - " I began. " 'Cause if it was, then you better start hoping that you have a good insurance company that's covering you."
"Oh, then in that case I didn't," I shrugged.
"Why don't I believe you?" she asked suspiciously.
"Natalee, Natalee," I said, shaking my head, "Yee of little faith! Would this innocent face of mine ever lie to you?"
"I suppose so."
"Well, then fear no longer. I promise I didn't seat you there." Natalee slumped in her seat further down.
"You're still getting a beating," she mumbled."Uh, why, my child?" I asked.
"Well, I need to take it out on someone," she replied, "so I figured you wouldn't mind."
I laughed. "Well, we all know that a good beating done right isn't too bad."
Natalee proceeded to smack my arm.
This'll be good.

~Melissa's Entry~ Somewhere inside the perverted piece of my head, I'm hoping I end this tour with the bragging rights of saying, "I slept with Kevin Richarson, and damn, I love country boys now!" I know this is definitely not a very Melissa Newsted thing to say, but he's the kind of guy you LOVE right off the bat. And it's frightening me deeply because I've never had these thoughts in my head within 1 day of knowing a guy. Normally it would take months before I even kiss a guy, but Kevin's got a certain something that drives me crazy. I wanna just jump in his lap and make out with him, and as I write this, I'm busting up laughing at these thoughts. Kevin's looking at me like I'm a nutcase, and I don't exactly blame him...
"What's so funny?" he asked me.
Between laughs, I shook my head. "Nothing, I'm just being stupid."
"What are you writing?"
Oh damn, I hope he didn't see anything in this entry. Because I would never hear the end of it.
UNLESS...unless he took this entry as a hint and started making out with me.....ah, what the hell am I thinking? Kevin seems too prim and proper, he'd never think about me and sex at the same time.
Would he?

~Howie D's Entry~
Abs is such a cutie. Seriously, I'm sure I've said that about lots of girls, but something about Abs tells me she's different. Is it because she's Latin and Catholic, like me? Naw. Is it because she sings? Naw. Is it because of her personality? Bingo. She's easy to talk to, very open-minded. But you knw what's really pissing me off at this moment? AJ bugging me and interrupting my thoughts.
"Psst," he whispered. "Yo, D."
I turned around, irritated. "What could you possibly want now?" Isnapped.
"Do you think Heidi would go out with me?" he whispered.
I thought for a moment. "I highly doubt it."
AJ rolled his eyes. "C'mon, D., help me out here."
I sighed. "I think she might, yeah."
"How would you know?"
"Well, she's a flirt like you, you two have lots in common, so I take it she would."
AJ nodded thoughtfully. "You have a point."
"Confident much, AJ?" I asked, patting his shoulder.
"I have lots of confidence," he smiled.
Good ol' AJ McLean.

~Abs' Entry~
Howie Dorough, my kind of guy. I like him. He's cool and definitely the type to bring home to mom. I know I shouldn't be thinking of guys right now, being so busy and all, but hey, I'm touring with the guy. Who says this can't be possible? Hopefully not Howie. Wait a second, he probably doesn't like me. He's probably writing in his journal right nw that he can't wait to get rid of me, and that he'd rather sit next to a crying 3-year-old than me. Yep, he hates me. The story of my life.

~Brian's Entry~
Y'know, I think I'm gonna enjoy this tour very much. Touring with 5 cool girls, yes, this'll be nice. Natasha has really been such a nice girl. I've only known her for not even a full 24 hours, but I love her to pieces already. It's weird, I've never felt this way about a girl in a loooong time, but it's like I've known her my whole life. I like her, I really really do. If only I had the power to look into the future, then I'd see what would happen between us. Only time can tell......y'know, I realize I'm starting to sound a lot like a soap opera. Hmmmm.....it's a goo thing food's cominf around 'cause I'mhungry. Fooood....

~Natasha's Entry~
I've become fond of Brian Littrell, lemme tell ya. He's a sweetheart, and he's a cutie patootie, like Rosie O' Donnell would say. And he's got one sweeeeet voice. *Sigh*. I'm so ready to get this tour rolling, but we still hafta do press conferences and photo shoots and....damn, it'll be a while before we begin doing gigs. Oh well. As long as I got my buddy Brian here with me, then everything should be okay, and - Oooooh, food....

~Nick's Entry~
IS THAT FOOD I SMELL? Oh, goody, I'm famished an' stuff.

~Natalee's Entry~
My ass huuuurts. Man, I complain a lot, huh? Well, I have been sitting in this plane for hours on end and I'm kinda stuck at the moment. Nick's head is on my shoulder and he's asleep so I don't really wanna wake him up. Thankfully, the kid that was puking behind me is no longer on the plane. He and his mom got off the plane when it made its stop in New York, so it's nice and quiet now. But since Nick's big fat Charlie Brown head is on my shoulder, I have this sharp pain in my shoulder. Half of me feels like smacking him senseless for all the torture I've gone through on this plane - not that's it's his fault, but I just have the need. I'm tired. I think I'm gonna go to sleep now.
Hours and hours later....

~Kevin's Entry~ We finally made it to London. It's pretty late here and we're all tired. All except for Nick, who got enough sleep on the plane. So now, we're putting up with the consequences....
After tons of talking about Nintendo and tupid things, it seemed Natalee had enough.
"Nick?" she said sweetly.
"Yeah? What's up?" he answered.
Nat threw her duffel bag over her shoulder and looked at Nick square inthe eye.
"You have one but two choices," she said.
"Which would be?" Nick inquired.
"Either shut up or get your ass beaten into submission by a girl about 5 times smaller than you, which would be me."
Everyone else laughed and we headed to the elevator in the hotel we had finally checked into.
"So, Frack," Brian laughed, "what were you saying about Nintendo again?"
Nick signaled Brian to shut up as we headed to our floor.
Natalee laughed. "I got him in check," she whispered to me.
And who was I to disagree?

~Heidi's Entry~
We got the whole 24th floor to ourselves!!!! Can life get anymore richer than this? Nah. This time, Johnny and Donna have outdone themselves a little too much. They claim we got the whole floor to ourselves because of "privacy matters". That's cool. So that would mean I could go streaking and not have some total stranger chew me out for disturbing the peace. Oh, I could tell this will be fun! *smile*

~AJ's Entry~
The guys and I all went to bed as soon as we got in our rooms - we were all exhausted. But the girls didn't. We were able to hear them giggling and talking in Natasha's room, which was adjoined to mine. Just as they began to play truth or dare, I drifted off. Damn......

~Natasha's Entry~
Truth or Dare. Oh, how I love that game so.
"Heidi, truth or dare," I said to her.
Heidi shook her head. "No way, missy. I ain't playing that game anymore."
"Heidi, c'mon," I urged. "You're bored, I'm bored, we're all bored. And you ain't got no choice. I won't accept no for answer."
Heidi sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine. Since you know just about every bit of my life then I'll take dare."
"Go take a pair of AJ's boxers and bring 'em back here," I commanded.
"Directly off his body?!" she shrieked. "Or out of his suitcase?"
"Whatever. Just go do it."
Heidi began to protest, but the rest of the girls insisted she go. So she got up and headed to the adjacent door which adjoined my room to AJ's. She looked at me and mouthed, "You owe me big time!" before heading inside to AJ's room.

~Brian's Entry~
[Brian has been found asleep at this very moment of Truth or Dare. Therefore, he cannot write in his journal. Sorry.]

~Heidi's Entry~
I hate Natasha. Why did she torture me so? .......I slipped into AJ's room and thankfully, I realized he was asleep when I heard his soft breathing. At first, I wanted to jump in bed with him and sleep too (okay, okay, make out - so WHAT?), but I knew Natasha would kill me if I didn't return within the next half hour. So I carefully walked over to where his nightstand was, and moved my foot around to see if I felt his suitcase (it was dark, I couldn't see anyhing) there. Un-friggin-fortunately, no suitcase. So I moved to the other side of his bed, and while I was making my way there, AJ suddenly coughed. I immediately crumpled to a heap on the carpet, scared out of my head, and waited until he fell asleep again before I could start moving again. Thank God he fell asleep afterwards, otherwise, God knows what would've happened. So I crawled to the other side of his bed on all fours and stuck my hand underneath his bed to see if I found anything there. I realized at that point that it might've been quicker if I checked to see if AJ had any boxers on, so I could TRY to take them off. So I checked. I carefully pulled back his comforter a few inches and OH MY GOD. He had absolutely nothing on. The boy was butt-naked. I didn't actually see his "manhood" or anything, but it still startled me because I saw more than I was supposed to. So I had no other choice but to look for his suitcase. I found it not too long after and I dragged it to the bathroom and opened it. I looked inside and ta-da! It was boxers and rubbers (yes, rubbers) galore!! Without laughing too loud, I grabbed a pair of white boxers with the word "Backstreet" printed all over in black, and closed the suitcase. I was about to head back out in his room to put his suitcase back, but of course there was another setback. AJ had woken up and I was standing in his bathroom holding a pair of his boxers like a pervert. Panicking, I scrambled into the tub and quietly closed the shower curtain shut..thank goodness the curtain was black. He walked into the bathroom (!) and I heard him turn on the water faucet and get a drink off water. Curiously, I peeked my head out to see his wonders. But he had some pants on. Oh well. He headed back to his bed afterwards, and I was soooooooo relieved. My heart was pumping, not only because I had almost caught him naked, but because he almost saw me. So I waited in the bathroom for a few minutes until he had drifted off back to sleep. I put his suitcase back and with boxers in hand, I went back to Natasha's room. I threw the boxers at her and simply said, "You're so dead."
These are the events that have occured in my exciting life on my first night in the U.K. Sounds like fun, huh?

~Nick's Entry~
It's late at night and I can't sleep. I know I should be in bed and sleeping instead of writing in this journal, but I don't feel like it. So HA. Wow, the Nick Carter is rebelling. Not sleeping when he's supposed to..whoa, that's...that's harsh. And he's falling in love...well, no maybe it's not love, it might just be puppy love or something, Nick is not sure. All I'm sure of is that Nick better stop talking in third person 'cause this is getting ridiculous. So anyway, back to Nat. I don't know what kind of love this is I feel for her. What would you classify the one that suddeny slaps you in the face when you've seen the most beautiful girl? Love at first sight? Okay, I guess that's it. She may be feisty, but y'know what? I like it. It's so freakin' adorable. It's girls like her that make me feel all pink and fuzzy inside.....*smacking forehead* I'm starting to sound like BJ now. Pink and fuzzy? What the hell am I thinking? You see? Love takes over you like there's no tomorrow and it makes you talk like an idiot. The baby talk. Damn, this is really getting to me. I need to go to bed. I'm rambling. I hate when I ramble 'cause once you get me started on a subject it's hard to stop and - see, there I go again. *shaking head* I need to go to sleep or else Donna will verbally beat the stuffing out of me tomorrow. I guess I'll count Natalees instead of sheep. That oughta work.
G' night, Nick is going to bed.

The following morning....
~Natalee's Entry~
I'm up at 4:15 in the morning and all I can say is: Natalee, what the HELL have you been smoking??? Well, I'll tell you why I'm up so early. I can't sleep. Clear and simple, so Natalee, stop being so questioning. Wow. I'm talking to myself now..and in my journal, no less. Well, anyway, we have a busy day ahead of us. The other girls are smart enough to be sleeping so they can be all rested up in time for the press conferences and interviews and photo shoots and.....well, the list goes on and on. I'm telling ya, we're BUSY today! Hm...I'm in the mood for some Pepsi. I'm gonna go downstairs and get some 'cause we ran out last night while we were up waiting for Heidi to get AJ's undies in his room. Oh that was funny, I tell ya, and AJ is still clueless, the poor chump. Anyway, I'm gonna go get myself a drink. Buh-bye.

~Brian's Entry~
Yes, I'm up at 4 in the morning. I don't know what I'm thinking, I just have to get up and get something to drink. We ran out last night so now, I must make my way downstairs and get more pop. Bye.

~Natalee's Entry~
It is now 4:25. And I just went downstairs to get my pop and guess who I bumped into? No, not Nick. It was Brian, that cutie. We conversed for a while then I realized I was casually talking to him in nothing but my nightshirt. So, I told him I had to go and I took off running. And now, Brian Thomas Littrell has seen me, Natalee Irene Wolfgang, in my nightshirt. I don't know why it bothered me so much, normally I wouldn't give a flying hoot, but I guess it was because it was Brian. I just met Brian yesterday. Oh well. Too late now. He's probably gonna go off on Nick, bragging about how he saw me in nothing but my shirt. Oh, the humanity.

~Brian's Entry~
I just saw Nat downstairs while I was getting my pop. She was wearing this cute little nightshirt and as perverted as this may sound, she's got nice legs. They've got shape in them and they're tanned. I'm sure Nicky would have a ball if he saw her in that nightshirt. But I'm not gonna get too excited, 'cause Natasha still has a place in my heart. I'm fully convinced I'll be able to see her in her nightshirt as well by the end of this trip..................... Brian Thomas Littrell is turning into a pervert. And he needs to stop talking about nightshirts and legs. But he can't help it because he once said in an interview that he likes legs. So there. And Brian has been hanging around Nicky too much because he's talking in third person now.And he needs to chill. He's gonna go take a shower.

~Abs' Entry~
"Well, it's not far back to sanity, at least it's not for me..and if the wind is right you can sail away, and find serenity..oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see..baby believe in me......sailing..takes me awayyy..." I love that song "Sailing". I woke up to it, that's what the alarm clock blasted in my ear this morning. Well, anyway, I don't have much time to write, I need to go take a shower and get ready for today.

~Howie's Entry~
Melissa, Heidi and Nat got in a big silly argument this morning on the way to the press conference. Nat was nervous so she was fidgeting too much, and she kept elbowing Heidi in the ribs, and Heidi got pissed and started calling Nat names, so Melissa got mad too and told them that if they didn't shut up she'd kick 'em out of the van, and soon all three of them were arguing, then Natasha came into the picture and told them to shut up before she kicked their asses. Whooooooooo. And I said that without taking one breath.
Later on after the conference......

~Abs' Entry~
Those press people were so feisty and nosey! They kept asking me and the girls if we've slept with the BSB yet or if we were gonna get with any of them, shit like that. Gosh, I was soooo glad when it was over. Anyway, we're on our way to a photo shoot and after that we have a short radio interview.Tomorrow night we have our first gig. But for now, we're gonna worry more about what's left in today'sschedule. To the photo shoot!

During the photo shoot....

~AJ's Entry~
The girls are up first doing their pictures and in the meantime, the guys and I are just waiting around, not doin' much. This photographer guy though.....HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. He's practically making the girls pose nude. Well, no, not really nude, but they're posing around in their big pants and bras. And he's got the air conditioner on full blast. Damn, I feel for those girls, I bet you they're freezing their cute little butts off...but I'm kinda enjoying theview.......hehehehehehe... Oh wait, a second.....damn....he made them put jackets on over the bras. Oh well. [A few minutes later...]
Okay, they're done. It's our turn now. I hope this guy doesn't make us pose in our undies too or else we're suing.

~Melissa's Entry~
I'm COOOOOOOOLD!!
@#$%
Anyway, I'm glad this shoot is almost over. After the guys are done, we're all posing together for promo photos. Nothing nasty or kinky, just good-natured posing. And yes, this time we WILL be fully clothed, 'cause frankly, I'm sick of posing around in my bra with the A.C on full blast. Pneumonia is the last thing I need to get. Oh, and did I add that this guy must like looking at boobs? Well, yeah, obvious, 'cause he makes us poor, delicate girls pose half naked almost in our bras and he allows the BSB to be fully clothed. Does that suck or what?
I smell sexism. Sort of.
What a pervert.

~Natasha's Entry~
I swear, this photographer guy's libido must have been shooting out from every orifice in his body because he is one perverted bastard. I don't know if the other girls saw, but honest to goodness, while he was taking our pictures, he was licking his lips. DOG! The way he did it too, combined with his torturesome idea of taking our shirts off clearly shows that he is either sexually frustrated or that he got some last night and he's still feeling in the "mood'. I personally believe he's sexually frustrated 'cause who in their right friggin' mind would wanna screw him? He's downright disgusting. What's he trying to do, a friggin' lingerie catalog or something? God, my dad's gonna have a cow when he sees these photos.

~Heidi's Entry~
Oooooooh my God......Mr. McLean has unbuttoned the shirt. *Smiling widely* I'm having a good time, admiring the lovely incredible view. Kev has his shirt unbuttoned, Howie does and AJ does too. And the chumps have been working out because the view is GREEEEAAAT. *Laughing* I'm too much.
I bet you I'm probably drooling hardcore right now and don't realize it. Gotta check.
Okay, not drooling, doing okay.
It IS getting a little hot in here though.

~Natalee's Entry~
These BSBs put on the cutest faces when they're photographed. I bet you I can read their minds right now.
*Kevin: "This is very boooring. And why did this guy make Nick sit so close to me? He's practically on my lap, for Christ sake. "
*Howie: "Oooh, yeah, baby. Howie Dorough is THE MAN. I'm the pimpestof pimps."
*Brian: "Duuuuuuuhhhhhh...."
Nick: "My face hurts. I've had this same damn phoney smile plastered on my poor face for half an hour and this guy won't let me rest. I swear I'm smiling so hard, my face is about to crack."
*AJ: "I wonder what happened to my favorite pair boxers...for some reason they've been missing since last night..."
*Laughing* Yeah, I ain't got nothing better to do. Natalee has no life.

~Abs' Entry~
Just when I was about to write in my journal about how my dad's gonna have an aneurysm when he sees these pictures of me and Heidi, the crap forsaken photographer tells me it's time to take more pictures. Dammit. I gotta jam. Gotta take more pictures.

Later, later and later on that night.....

~Kevin's Entry~
You know what really pisses me off?
The simple fact that everyone but me, Melissa, Natasha and Bri went off clubbing. And why does that piss me off so much, you ask? Well, I'll tell you why. Because tomorrow we are scheduled to wake up at 5:30 in the morning to rehearse all day with Fatimah and do sound check for the show. And what really strikes a chord with me even more is that they're gonna be complaining like there's no tomorrow because they're tired, especially Nick, whiner extraordinare. But you know what?
That's their problem. If they wanna be out clubbing til 2 o'clock in the morning, then more power to them. At least Melissa, Natasha, Brian and I won't look like complete and utter hell tomorrow morning.

~Brian's Entry~
It's so funny to see Kevin pissed off. This isn't unusual, he does it everytime when someone else breaks a rule or two, so I've seen him grumble and grunt a gazillion times before.But screw that, I'm hungry. I think I'm gonna go get something to eat.
Yes, that would be nice. I could hear the food in the hotel's cafe just calling out my name......either that, or I'm just plain becoming senile.

The next day..............~Natasha's Entry~ Just as Kevin (or Pops, which is what I call him because he's so father-like) predicted, Nick would be complaining like hell. Right now if I had a choice, I would go up to him and throw him over my knee and whip his ass until it's throbbing. But I guess that's Natalee's job anyway. Oh well. *Shrug*
My dad paged me about an hour ago and said mom is having pains. *Gasping* Yes, she's beggining to have the early stages of labor. Labor, you ask? Yes, my curious child, my 42-year-old mother is expecting for the fourth time now. Weird, isn't it? Well, she's still allowed to have babies. She had my brother Dylan when she was 20, she had me when she was 23, and my sister Dominique when she was 27. And now, this child that is due within the next 24 to 48 hours can easily be considered an unplanned baby. Sure, my 'rents are happy and so am I and Dylan and Dom, but it's just weird. That's all. We're welcoming this baby (gender unknown) with open arms............
"So now I come to you, with oooopen arms..."
Okay, I need to calm down. This pregnancy is getting to me.

~Natalee's Entry~
Oh my God, it's just starting to hit me. We have a show to do tonight to a crowd of 10,000 screaming girls andguys. Oh bloody hell, as the old Brit would say.I'm nervous.

~Howie's Entry~ Well, it's about 4 hours to showtime and we're all nervous. Yes, even us, the BSB. The reason behind this is because it's our first show in Europe in quite a while and we're just hoping everything goes well. The girls though, are about to have breakdowns 'cause they're so nervous. They're energized, going off walls, but they still got those insects flying around their stomachs. That's natural.
We've already done the radio interview and it was funny. Lots of guys kept calling up for the girls with questions such as, "Can I father your baby?" or "Can I kill your boyfriends, if you have any?" The girls took it well, they had fun.
Anyway, I gotta go. Need to warm up before the show and give the girls a pep talk before the show starts.

~Abs' Entry~
Oh my God!I'm so nervous!
Oh my God!
I'm gonna vomit!
Oh my God!
What if I fall onstage?
Oh my God!
What if I fall OFF the stage?
Oh my God!

~Brian's Entry~
Tasha and I played basketball and she WHOOPED MY ASS. That is embarrasing! And I promise you, I didn't let her win either! When she told me not to let her win and play rough, I didn't take her seriously at first, but then in the middle of the game, I began realizing her intentions: to kick my ass and put me to shame. And that's exactly what she did.This is a very low point in my life. My basketball days are over. *Shaking head in disappointment*~Natasha's Entry~ I kicked his ass, I kicked his ass, I kicked his ass, neener, neener,neener!!! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, I can hear the crowd screaming, I'm gonna hurl, I'm gonna hurl, I'm gonna hurl.......