Chapter 30

	Well, this little fiasco was soon growing into a large one. You see the
Boys were beginning recording for their new album, and that meant a few
sporadic trips to Europe. Every time this happened it would go like this: I’d
meet their plane at the airport, we’d take off for Europe with me on one end of
the plane, AJ on the other and the rest of the Boys in the middle keeping us
away from each other. Despite the efforts of the Boys, and most times Whitney
we’d get into a screaming match across first class, Whitney would cast a spell
on me that made it impossible for me to yell, Kevin would do the same to AJ,
and we would have quiet. Only problem was; I’d begin to throw things at him.
Or he’d begin to throw things at me. Basically, I’m saying that despite the
diligent efforts of the Backstreet Boys it would turn into a circus, and we’d
finally end up being put to sleep by a spell, and awakened just before landing.
Needless to say, these trips were hell for the both of us.  Luckily, these trips
were short, and I got to go home quickly. 

	The last concert of their tour was approaching, and I was back home at
this point, working on Whitney’s schedule. I told her that we were booked to
play in Kissimmee on New Year’s Eve. Which for the record was a blatant lie. 

	“But the last concert for the Boys is that night. We’ll be in the area
anyway, can’t I just not show up for my show,” she whined only days before the
concert. We were planning a mini-vacation, because she was wanted on the 6th
and 7th, just to stay and go to Disney, doing some fun stuff. The plan officially
was to leave on the 28th of December, borrowing a car to drive down since we
still didn’t have one, check in on the 29th, and just chill for the next week or so.
Now, Kevin had told Brian that Whitney was busy the night of the concert as
well, so he didn’t know she’d be there either. 

	“We have to, maybe there will be a scout, and then how would you look
if you just didn’t show,” I reasoned hoping it would work.

	“Fine, but I’m holding you responsible for this.”

	“Alrighty.”

	We dropped the subject until we were checked into our hotel. Now,
Kevin had it set up that Whitney and I were to actually stay in a hotel in
Orlando after the concert. We were staying in one of the rooms at a hotel called
Buena Vista Suites. The Boys were going to visit us the next day, or so Kevin
and I had planned for what we were going to do for our vacation.

	“Can we at least drive to Orlando, and check out where the concert is?”
she asked.

	“Fine, but we need to time it so we get back to Kissimmee in time, so
why don’t we dress for your show, just incase we’re late,” I said pulling out a
new outfit for Whitney. She’d never seen it before, but I can assume she liked it.
The pants were dark denim, stove pipes, not too wide though, and the shirt was
an empire waist tank top, with dark blue velvet on top, and silk on the bottom. 


	“I love it Bobbi, when did you do this?”

	“Well, when you were busy buying stuff in Europe, I was busy making
this and my outfit,” I said slyly. 

	“What are you wearing?”

	“You’ll see,” I said grabbing my bag and running for the bathroom.
I heard Whitney mutter “Oh Lord,” before I closed the door. 

	Now, the outfit was far from conservative, but I must say I’ve got worse.
The black flares, with silver studs down the sides were body hugging to say the
least, and the leather fronted tube top with a see through back wasn’t overly
loose either. The shirt’s back was see through material, just like the shirt AJ
wore that night by the way, from shoulder blade to shoulder blade down. There
were stars cut out across top, revealing even more skin, but nothing bad. I
walked out of the bathroom with my hair hanging down over my shoulders, and
my makeup half finished to find Whitney dressed and ready to go. 

	“Bobbi, what the hell?” she laughed, “That’s one of the craziest things
you’ve worn yet.”

	“So you like?”

	“It’s you,” is what she said as I twirled around to show the full effect,
“Now, finish your makeup, get your shoes, and let’s go.”

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