Chapter 2
"Backstreet Boys! Backstreet Boys!" The familiar chant was growing relentlessly. The official countdown began. Ten...nine...eight...seven... "Now I lay Me Down To Sleep..." Howie yelled. AJ looks over at Howie, eyes wide open. "Not in that suit, you are..." AJ replies, then turns back to the stage entrance. The countdown finally reached zero, and instinctively, the guys sped up the ramp, and out onto the stage.
"Wasssuupp Dallas!!!" Howie screams out. The guys run around the stage, bouncing around, trying not to trip in their costumes. Not long, did the guys notice that a few of the fans were quite astonished. Brian looked down and saw a little girl, with straight blonde hair, engulfed in an oversized merchandising shirt, staring at him with her mouth wide open. He tried tried to better the situation and waved at the little girl. She only continued to stare, then turned to her mother. "Mommy, why is there a man dressed up as an apple up there? I want to see The Backstreet Boys!" Brian could see the mother reply to her daughter. "I don't know, Kelsie. But this isn't what I had in mind of a Backstreet Boys concert." Brian looked over at Nick, who stood at the peak of the stage. He could hear Nick start the first verse of the sponsor's song, "Loomin' For You." The rest of the boys did as planned, and started the dance routine. Brian couldn't remember nothing, not even knowing he was standing in front of a sold-out show, dressed as an apple.
"Booo! We want The Backstreet Boys!" A few more fans joined in the bashing, yelling at the guys. Someone even threw their drink onto the stage, spilling ice and soda everywhere. Kevin didn't notice the spill on the floor and began to slide across the stage. "Aghhh!! I can't stop!!!!" Kevin screams. Like a bowling ball speeding to a pin, Kevin plows into Howie, detaching a few grapes off his costume. "Kevin! You idiot!" Howie yells, chasing one of his runaway grapes.
"Oh baby! I'm loomin' for you!!" Nick stood atop the stage as he belted out the chorus. Nothing phased the young pineapple. He was in the spotlight while his fellow boys were falling over eachother like a tossed salad. On the other side of the stage, AJ attempted to remove the sweaty banana costume. He grunted and jerked against the back zipper, but it was no use. He slowly began to walk backwards into the stage, continuously pulling on his costume. "This...damn...thing..come...OFF!" With one final attempt, the zipper came down, but so did AJ. The force threw him into the side of the stage "Oww! dammit....feels like I got run over by a mass of teenies.." AJ mutters to himself.
He looks up and sees a slew of fans staring a him, some even laughing and pointing. "This is bullshit. I quit." AJ slowly gets up off the floor and looks at the damage the fall had caused. Not only did their costumes suck, but so did the stage. It was made form cheap metal material and was starting to sway and groan under it's own weight. AJ backed away slowly, watching with horror the stage sway from side to side. "What's going on!!?" Nick yells out, trying to keep his balance on the peak of the stage. Suddenly, one of the legs from the stage snaps like a twig. The band jumps off the stage and disappears backstage, leaving the guys by themselves. "The stage! It's gonna fall!!"
AJ rounds the corner to the front, screaming and waving his arms. The stage tilts aggressively, causing Nick to fall on his side and roll down the front ramp. "Brian!! Save Me!!!" Nick bellows out. Brian runs out in front of the pineapple, arms outstretched, ready to stop him. "I've got ya buddy!!" Brian says reassuringly. NOT!!! The speed from the pineapple knocks Brian and Nick off the stage, flying onto a group of teenyboppers, crushing them to death. "Oops." Nick says. "That's great, Nick. The last few fans that loved us...YOU CRUSHED THEM!!" The crowds of fans retreated out of the arena, leaving the boys amongst their crumpled stage. AJ slowly walked around the stage, holding the sweaty banana costume. He surveyed the damage, while puffing on a cigarette. "Looks like we have no stage." he mumbles, throwing his costume into the rubble. "...and no tour." Howie replies.
