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THE BACKSTREET VERSION NOTE:
This is actually written in the persona of Minerva Prescott, the female lead of
When Words Just Aren't Enough. This was edited out of the final story, but I
thought I'd put it in here. When
you're young, everything is about the moment. When
macaroni and cheese was a gourmet meal to you and Barbie was your best friend,
nothing seemed impossible. You had
dreams of becoming a doctor, a nurse, a teacher when you grew up whilst living
in a huge mansion, with five kids and a dog. Somewhere
along the line, a prince would come sweep you off your feet and take you away,
to a place that had everything your heart desired and more. Nonetheless, you
would live happily ever after. As you
grow up, you realise that dreams, as nice and idealistic as they may have
seemed, would always remain that way- just as dreams, nothing more. You may
not have ever come across them in your lifetime and you may not ever know them;
but there are those girls whose dreams do come true. Sure, they
get the guy; he's every girl's fantasy- gorgeous, rich and hot property
according to everyone in the entertainment industry. The added bonus is that
he's all yours. And that’s where the Cinderella story starts and ends. Because
they've snagged one of the most wanted guys in the world, they're immediately
propelled to their fan's hate list. It doesn't matter how much charity they've
done in their lifetime, or whether they're nice or not. All that’s on the fans
minds are "she's not right for him" All the
criteria of a perfect girlfriend he's ever mentioned in interviews will be
dragged out and dusted off as they're critiqued to every last detail. When they
fall short in a few categories, that’s where the bitching begins. Leighanne
Wallace is bright, kooky and a gorgeous thirty one year old actress. She's got
the world at her feet and nothing can stop her dreams from becoming a reality. Although
it may seem all to perfect at the moment, nothing is as perfect as it seems
inside. Backtrack
five years when she earned a meager living as a model, breaking occasionally
into small roles on TV or video clips. And it was
on one of these roles which led her to meet her prince charming. Playing a
studio executive with several other models, she was attracted to Brian Littrell,
main vocalist of the Backstreet Boy's undeniably "cute" and
"kooky" sense of humour. He too couldn't deny the physical attraction
and days later, he asked her out. Asked what
she thought when they first started dating, she laughs, cocking her head to one
side as she recalls "It was hell! I couldn't see him when I wanted to and I
when we were together, we couldn’t be seen in public, cos his management
wouldn't let us!" Kristen is
also one of the lucky few who's prince charming came to sweep her off her feet. She's
blonde, gorgeous and although she works in the entertainment industry is camera
shy, an undeniably cute factor about her. She met
her prince charming, Kevin Richardson, cousin of Brian Littrell when they were
both working for Disney. Although
the toll of fame is a lot to handle, when asked about the stability of their
relationship, she replies "it hasn't always been easy… he couldn't be a 'normal'
boyfriend and be with me when I wanted. Our relationship took a back seat when
Backstreet finally took off" But even
fame couldn't deter the happy couple when they were married early this year in a
private ceremony. Everyone's
prince charming can come in different forms, and I didn't believe mine was out
there to find. Unlike many girls, I never understood the male species. I always
cast them off as hormone driven maniacs, and a poor excuse for a human being. But all
this changed when I was forced on an assignment to face my worst enemy; the male
species. And the experience opened my eyes to what a world could have been like
without them; because I missed my chance of happiness. He was
five six, tattooed covered and ego driven, hormone consuming male. He was
adorned for singing cheesy pop lyrics and flaunting his "booty" to an
audience of thousands on a daily basis. He jetsetted around the world in style
and had all the finer things in life, including the magical mansion and the
standard dog. I lived
three months on the road with him, trying to figure out what the article should
say and depict life as a popstar girlfriend should be. I mean, what was there to
talk about? You live in a luxury ensuite hotel room, go anywhere in the world
first class and get invited to A list parties. That’s
not even the half of it. Cos the other half of the taunts, the anger and
arguments are always sugar coated. It wasn't
until I left abruptly one night after coming too close to how I really felt that
I realised what had happened. I was
running from my Prince Charming, all because of a scarred past I can't change. I
don't want lie to myself any longer. I admit it now- I Minerva Prescott was once
in love. And my prince charming was a Backstreet Boy.
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