Instead of staying back and shop, AJ seemed to be more intent on following me back to the hotel, asking too many stupid questions and annoying the hell out of me. Just when I thought I had finally reached peace and quiet an angry looking Kevin Richardson pretty much told me that this was going to be far from peaceful or quiet.
"Okay, I realize you guys had to go out shopping, but don't you remember that I said you needed to be back before noon?"
"Don't yell at me, yell at him," I answered as I flung my body, face down ontop of the bed.
"Do you think this is a game?"
"We would have been on time if we didn't have to wait for Kaos to take a fifteen minute shit," AJ defended.
Groaning, I rolled onto my back. "You over exaggerate."
"I swear Kev, fifteen minutes....I thought Nick fell in or something."
"Spare the details," Kevin spat. "I got my ass chewed by management and when they chew on my ass, I chew on yours."
As I opened my mouth to defend myself, a sharp knock on the door drew Kevin's green eyed glare away from me.
"It's obvious none of you guys know what noon means now, does it?" Kevin barked after he answered the door.
"Brian was suppose to wake me up at eleven," Howie said.
"You never asked me to do that," Brian retorted. "Besides, I was a little busy and don't they have hotel operators to do a wake up call?"
"Enough with the bullshit excuses! We've gotta bust ass to get down to the lobby as it is," Kevin growled.
So much for a little nap before duty calls.
We had only been in the shuttle van for two minutes when AJ started flicking his fingers on my leg.
"Ouch! Knock it off!"
"Move your fat ass over then."
"You two keep quiet back there," Lou Pearlman growled.
"I'm over where I should be," I whispered, keeping an eye on the back of Pearlman's head. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kevin's hand reach out and smack AJ up the side of the head.
"Leave him alone!"
"I just asked Carter to move his butt and give me some room," AJ replied as he rubbed the side of his head, throwing a dark look in my direction. "Quit laughing!"
"I can't help it, it's funny," I snickered.
As the van pulled up to the television studio, Pearlman turned around in the front seat. "Okay I want the nonesense to stop. You are to act professional and answer the questions like a professional and for the love of God, Carter make sure you don't say anything that will make the rest of us look like idiots!"
"Why do you say that about me?"
"Because it's true. If you don't know about it, don't offer to know about it. Your last blunder is still haunting us!"
"Huh?"
"I resign in Florida....don't try using big words Carter you sound stupid when you talk. Let Richardson do the speaking, got it?"
I could feel the heat rise up to my cheeks. I realize I have said some dumb things in the past but most people have said some things that they wished they hadn't? Right? So why does he keep reminding me what I did a year ago? "Yessir."
"Good. Okay remember, Backstreet smiles boys."
I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself as I followed the rest of the guys out of the van into the building. Good thing that I had only took a big swallow of the tap water or I would have found myself sitting on the porcelin thrown most of the afternoon. I realized trouble always found me but I was planning on making this interview a success without any fuck ups to be thrown in my face two months down the road.
Once we had gone through the process of stage make up, we were directed to the studio where a female interviewer sat.
"Hello, my name is Gina," the dark haired woman smiled broadly.
Kevin quickly introduced himself and then the rest of us. He took the seat next to the woman and the rest of us followed behind him, I was suppose to sit next to him but for some reason, I found myself sitting at the end of the row of chairs, next to Howie.
Just as the live interview started - it happened - as I opened my mouth to make a comment a loud burp escaped and I quickly clamped a hand over my mouth to try to cover it up. I was quickly rewarded with a hard elbow from the Latino, with Kevin giving me an evil glare and Brian and AJ laughing loudly.
"There you go, another one of Nick's many talents," AJ grinned. "Be grateful it was just a burp!"
More laughter followed at my expense.
"S-sorry it slipped out," I apologized sheepishly. Great, this was going to be another chapter in the Nick Carter book of fuck ups.
After a few minutes of listening to Kevin drawl on about how pretty Spain was and how it compared to Kentucky which I knew was pure bullshit did I suddenly realize that the taping had stopped and everyone was staring at me. I had spaced out!
"Could you repeat the question?"
The woman smiled patiently. "I asked what you have enjoyed since you've been here in Spain?"
"I love the tacos," I replied and smiled wildly for emphasis. "All the Spanish stuff, the Spanish rice is awesome."
"Nick, shut up," Howie mumbled as he looked at me. "You're making yourself look stupid."
It was funny how Howie could talk without moving his lips. He was yelling at me but seeming to smile the whole time.
Kevin, always the showman jumped in. "What Nick is trying to say...."
Kevin Richardson to the rescue. I stopped listening to his explanation after the first couple of words. I knew I was going to hear all about it on the ride back to the hotel. I don't know what I said that was wrong. I never do. I think they must be jealous or something.