ONE: Charm, Charisma & Gameboys

JUNE 1998

"Man, look at the crowd out there" a husky voice pumped with energy stated as he peeked out the heavily curtained van while several girls screamed.

"I still don't understand how girls can screech so loud" another wondered aloud in his southern drawl, still shaking his head in bewilderment.

"I know why B-Rok" a third voice, piped up. "It's called hormones" he stated cheekily, as he too took a peek out the window, as several girls screeched loudly.

"Okay, ten minutes till you get outta this van and into the venue, you got that?" a man donned with thin wire framed glasses called as he poked his head back from the front of the bus.

Five heads nodded as they turned back to their conversation, with the exception of one, entranced by the light grey pocket sized slab of machinery glued to his hands. "Gotcha!" he cried triumphantly, still glued to the screen.

"Hey Nick, you think you could prise yourself away from Sonic in La-La Land and join us in the real world for a moment?" the husky voice snickered.

"Get lost AJ…I'm trying to concentrate" Nick retorted distractedly as his fingers continued to move up and down, the worn black keys at staccato pace.

"Ah leave him alone, he probably wants quiet time with the Game Boy" the southerner taunted. "Should we dim the lights?" he teased lightly as his blue eyes crinkled up in laughter.

"Nick, should we send out invitations already? Lets see… You are cordially invited to attend the wedding of Mr Nickolas Gene Carter and Ms Game Boy" Howie tooted as the others laughed loudly.

"You know, if a girl was standing naked in the room, I don’t think he'd even notice" Kevin stated in a slightly slower southern twang.

"Hey, you guys, I am NOT addicted" Nick retorted as his blue eyes fuelled up with a mixture of anger and frustration aimed directly at the four. "Come on, what do I have to do to prove that I can still work the magic?"

"Well, lets see…" Howie trailed on thoughtfully as a mischievous glint reflected in his chestnut eyes.

"Nick my man, it's really simple" AJ interrupted as he threw a tattooed arm around his shoulders. With a wicked grin framing his goateed face like a light bulb, he continued "Pick up one of the chicks after the show… but we choose for you" he added in conspiratorially low tones as the boys hooted loudly in the background.

Nick looked at AJ as if he had announced the moon was really made of green cheese. He drew the heavy beige curtain back, much to the delight of several fans who started blubbering and squealing louder than ever as his face peered out. He waved before he drew the curtain back.

Tossing the grey pocket sized slab of plastic aside, he grinned widely, flashing those famous pearly whites which made girls all over the world melt into insolent globs of glue. Then he thrust out his hand.

"You got yourself a deal there AJ" as the two men grinned shaking hands to seal the deal.

 

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