"You're so lucky! I can't believe Nick Carter has a crush on you! You of all people!" Sharing squealed.
"Yeah yeah," I sighed, "He's only doing it for publicity. He's never even met me."
"So what? Ali, in Teen it says he's in love with you!" she said still excited.
"Well, when I finally meet him in about an hour and he asks for my number, I'll give him yours, okay?" I asked. I didn't care if he liked me or not. He was a famous singer in a boyband. A BOYBAND! They only get pretty boys in those things. I was a female pop singer, but hey, Christina Aguilera can hate boybands, so can I.
"Thanks so much Ali! I'll talk to ya later!" she hung up. That was my bestfriend Sharing. She's into all these artificial boyband things. Okay, so I didn't hate them, I just chose not to like their music.
I grabbed all my stuff and headed for rehearsal. I was touring with the Backstreet Boys for the next few months. Today, I was finally going to meet them. Recently an announcement was made that Nick was "in love" with me. Yippy! Who cares? Now that I was going to tour with them why would he admit that? Did he think it would impress me or something? Thanks, but no thanks. I got in my car and headed over to the studio.
"Ali, the guys will be here soon," Mark told me. He was like the father I'd never had. As far as I know, he was a drunk who jumped in the bed with my mom after junior prom. I was a mistake. My mom hated me. She said I was the thing that ruined her life. The only reason I became a star was because my choir teacher Mz. Jones hooked me up. My mother moved to Egypt when Mark recruited me into his family. He was a lovable guy. Even though I had my own apartment he always had a time to be home by. He always called on the exact minute of the exact hour I was suppose to be there. I wasn't there once, and he made me miss an interview. He even announced it that I had misbehaved. That's when I knew not to mess with him anymore. I was only 16 so I could understand where he was coming from.
"Should I put some makeup on for Nick?" I asked sarcastically.
"Al, its just a crush he has. Don't freak out about it," Mark laughed patting my shoulder. He knew I didn't want him to like me. i didn't have anything against the guy, I just didn't want him to like me.
"Why is it that I'm famous yet all the guys that like me, I don't like back?" I asked confused. I was preparing for dance rehearsal by stretching.
"You know, I've met Nick before, he's a pretty nice guy, you should at least go out on a date with him. Just see what happens. It wouldn't be all that bad for the press and you might get a friend or even a boyfriend out of it," he replied thinking positive.
"Giving into the press? Yeah? Well, i can do it too," I smiled evilly.
"Ali, I don't like that look, what're you going to do?" Mark asked following me onto the dance floor.
"Just make the boy happy," I said innocently. Fatima Robinson, my choreographer, started the music to my last singly up.
"Ali, don't do anything that will hurt your career," Mark said worried. He looked and he saw in the distance the guys were walking in, "Please be good," he begged me as I started to dance.
"Try my best!" I called.
"I"m going to go say hi, I'll send them over to see you after, okay?" he asked just to check. I was a very unpredictable person and he always had to check stuff with me.
"I'll be right here," I grinned and kept up with the music.
In the corner of my eye I saw Mark running off to meet them. He was shaking their hands and talking a little. Was i really going to have to tour with them? Why couldn't it have been Nirvana? Sure I was a pop girl, but all guys love pretty faces. They would've accepted me. If only Kurt Cobain hadn't died. That guy was a legend. I glanced over and saw all of them were headed my way. I had to stir things up, Nick wanted me huh? Well, he'd have to be impressed. When they were about 10ft away, I turned the other direction and took my shirt off. I had a sports bra underneath. A very tiny one, but there was one. I threw the shirt behind me and it "accidentally" hit Nick. I turned around suddenly and turned on the flirt button in my head.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to hit anyone," I said taking my shirt from Nick's hands and softly brushed my hand against his.
"Its um, okay, um...Nick," he replied sticking his had out. I ignored his hand and hugged him tightly.
"I'm Ali," I told all the guys. We exchanged handshakes and got to know names a little better.
Mark hadn't been paying attention. He was busy. He quickly glanced over at me.
"ALI!" he yelled. He sounded really mad this time. I guessed it was just because of screw ups that had happened. I had just decided to make Nick happy at the wrong time.
"Excuse me, I'm off to get my butt kicked," I giggled and passed by, "That boy is sad," I mumbled.
"What the hell ar you wearing?" he asked pissed off.
"I got hot, so i took my shirt off. I always do this, YOU'VE seen me do this before," I shrugged and pulled my shirt back on.
"Go ask Nick on a date," he said sternly.
"Noway, he's just like an obsessed fan," I saw horrified at what he'd just said.
"I"ll cancel shows during the tour. i told you not to do anything, and I also said to give Nick a chance. Now you have your punishment," he said in a don't-say-a-word-I'm- gunna-freak tone.
"Man, I was only having a little fun," I whined heading back over to the guys.
"Everything okay?" Brian asked politely.
"Just peachy," I smiled slightly.
"Just like a Georgia Peach! Where you're from! Georgia!" Nick said in a fast annoying tone.
"Oh man," I thought, "That's right," I fake smiled, "Nick, would you care to join me for dinner tonight?" I asked mad, but nobody sensed it.
"I'd love to! We can go cafe de Jean. i heard its really good and I know you love french food," he replied excited. The truth was I hated french food, so typically, it was printed everywhere that I loved it. I smiled vaguely.
"Great, I'll have my shofer pick you up at seven," I replied still mad at Mark. I ALWAYS took my shirt off at dance practice. Why was this time so different?
"Okay, um," he started stuttering again.
"What's wrong with him?" I thought, "Just talk to me!"
"I have to work on my dance, but if you guys want to watch, there's some chairs over there," I pointed out. I really did have to practice. I had a tour coming up and I had skipped a few rehearsals because I was "sick." Nick's eyes lit up like it was an honor to watch me sweat.
"Sure, we haven't really ever seen you perform so this would be a treat," Kevin spoke up. He was pretty cute. A little old for me, but still cute. I looked them all over. AJ was the one that caught my eye. He looked like a guy that likes to have fun. His style in clothes seemed wild and not all I-have-to-fit-in-ish. My style had to be normal. Mark made sure of it. He said the public would like me better if I was a cute innocent girl.
"Okay, the seats are right there, have fun," I smiled sweetly. I had gotten one of The BSB's attention, why not another?
"Work hard," AJ patted my shoulder, "Fatima lets ya off if you look good," AJ grinned looking me over. I blushed a little as they walked over.
"Nice butt," I mumbled to myself as I started at AJ walk away. Nick looked back at me and smiled shyly. He must've heard me. He thought i had meant him! Ohwell, it would raise his self-esteem.
The music started up again. I worked hard and tried to look good. I mean AJ was watching.