I walked off the stage with butterflies in my stomach. As I opened the door to my dressing room I got more excited. When my door was fully open, I seen her, she was sitting in my chair with her back facing me. I didn't want to disturb her. She was just so beautiful. But I did. " Hello" I whispered.

She turned around startled by my voice. She slowly rose to her feet and came towards me. I closed my dressing room door and pushed myself up against it.

"Hi." She smiled and I just wanted to take her into my arms. But I didn't move one inch.

"Are you all right? You seem frightened." She said. I swallowed a large lump that had formed in my throat, why was I acting this way? I had my girlfriend back in Tampa, we were engaged. But Clarissa never made me feel like this.

"I don't... I don't know what's wrong." I said squeaking out my voice.

"Come and sit down, you look kind of pale." She took my hand with hers and guided me to my couch. I could hardly breathe, this feeling that came over me was so, different then that of what I felt with Clarissa. We sat together in an uncomfortable silence. Finally she broke it, "So your Nick Carter." She
laughed a little.

"Yeah, but what is your name?" I was loosing up.

"Bailey Samson." I smiled, knowing her name made everything better. There was that awful silence again. I don't know what came over me but I leaned forward and pressed my lips firmly against hers. She didn't seem to mind.

I pulled away and looked at her, she was smiling. I kissed her again lighter this time. I was left breathless, apparently so was she. "How old are you?" I asked propping myself up on my elbow.

"Seventeen," She wasn't even out of high school! Clarissa was a year older than I was at 21.

I pushed a piece of hair out of her face. "Do you believe in love at first site?" I asked her.

She smiled, I knew that she knew what I was getting at. " Yes I do."

I laughed. "Do you love me?" I don't know why I was asking the questions.

She smiled and touched my face as she kissed me. "You tell me."

I smiled wider. "Yes?"

My hand was slowly going up her shirt. "Yes."

I was about to ask if she loved me for me or for the Backstreet Boy she saw in front of her. But I knew. She loved me for me. I slowly slipped off her shirt. And I rubbed my hand along the crease of her stomach. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I was a virgin, Clarissa and I promised each other that we would loose it to each other on our wedding night. But I had to do this. It felt right. Twenty minutes later we were lying breathlessly next to each other. The heat of our bodies being the only thing warming us. I kissed her and laid my head on her chest. She stroked my sweaty hair, and began to hum.

"Nick? When does intermission end?" She asked.

I looked at my watch. "In about five minutes."

She sighed. I got up and put my boxers and pants back on. She picked up her clothes from the side of the couch and slid into them. I turned around as she was beginning to leave. "Bailey, Wait." I called. She faced me with tears in her eyes. I touched her cheek.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I'm never going to see you again." I pulled her into my arms.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily." I took her hand and slipped a piece of paper into it. On the paper was my number and address. I kissed her one last time and watched her leave. Quickly I got dressed and made it out onto the stage.

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