Chapter 30
(Brian's point-of-view)
I stared at my luggage as I took a seat in the Atlanta airport. The sercurity team gather around myself and LeighAnne. I sighed. "Never a moment's peace for the men of Backstreet."
She shrugged. "I guess not." She rubbed my neck gently. "Are you going to the tell the guys?"
"No."
"Why not?"
I turned my head making sure no one could hear me. "I don't want them to think I'm crazy."
LeighAnne's eyes narrowed. "You are not crazy!"
"Then, why am I going to start seeing a shrink?"
"Because it will help you."
"Help me? Talking to some stranger will help me?"
She nodded. "And if you don't think you have a problem, you're wrong. You woke up terrified the other night!"
"I'm nervous."
"It's perfectly normal to feel that way."
"Well, if that's normal why can't the rest of me be?"
"I don't know, Brian. I just don't know. All I know is you need to work through this before it drives you insane!"
I hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry. I just didn't think I ever had a serious problem with this."
"That's all right. How many people really think they have problems and admit to them, anyway?"
I shrugged. "Not many, I guess."
She gave a gentle grin. "The therapist sounded very nice."
"Yes, he did." I couldn't help feeling numb inside. I had never been in a situation like this and it scared me. It didn't matter how kind the therapist was- I would still be scared.
"It'll be worth it in the end to talk to someone."
I took a deep breath. "I hope you're right."
"I know I am." She took my hand. "Are you excited about recording the new song?"
"Yeah. It'll be even better once the choir is added in. I worked with them a few weeks ago and they really sounded awesome."
"It'll be a great track."
"Yeah."
"Would you make me a promise?"
Why do women all say that? They always ask for promises...only to yell at you and say you broke them later on. I bit my tongue. "I'll try."
"I understand if you don't want to tell all the guys in the group; but maybe you could at least tell Kevin. Tonight at the hotel. No one else would have to know. Then, it would at least be off your chest."
'Off my chest?' Maybe those weren't the best words to use in this conversation, but I had to admit her proposed promise was quite harmless. "I promise."
"Thank you," she whispered kissing my forehead.
The sounds of the PA echoed through the airport. "Flight #253 boarding for Tampa!"
I lifted my luggage. "They're playing my song."
"I'll see you soon?"
"As soon as possible."
"Be safe and happy."
I gave her a quick kiss goodbye. "I will, I promise."
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