"Did anybody see my shirt?" a voice yelled from somewhere across the room. Elizabeth looked up for a second and then went back to her own business.
"ONCE AGAIN, DID ANYONE SEE MY SHIRT?" the voice again yelled.
Persistant isn't he? Liz thought as she stood up, clearly I'm not going to get any work done here. Liz extended her arms above her head and let out a loud yawn as an assistant shoved her aside. "Excuse me?" Liz asked, somewhat annoyed.
"You were sitting on Mr. Mclean's shirt," the assistant spun off shouting to everyone that was within earshot.
Damn, I hope everyone else isn't like that, Liz thought, searching for her new boss.
Liz walked into the next room which resembled a scene of a massive battle. There were clothes strewn all over, people rushing all over, and a large swarm of people in one area surrounding a single human being. Taking a deep breath and cursing herself, Liz walked over to the swarm. "Excuse me, ummm, excuse me I'm new here; excuse me,"
Well this isn't working, guess I'd better try something else, Liz laughed quietly to herself. She thought for a second before spying the chair located in the middle of the room. Stepping onto it cautiously and thinking to herself how lucky she was to land a job in the middle of hell, she took a deep breath and screamed. "HELLO, BUT WHERE I COME FROM YOU ACKNOWLEDGE A NEW EMPLOYEE!!!!" All heads turned to look at Liz and everything became silent. "Now that I have your attention, I am looking for Nicole Smith," Liz spoke as the whole room continued to stare.
Suddenly the swarm began to part and from it emerged a tall, blonde, woman who walked right up to Liz's chair. "I believe that you are looking for me, allow me to introduce myself I'm Nicole Smith," she said, extending her hand.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Smith, I'm Elizabeth McHugh--your new personal assistant," Liz said, shaking her hand and blushing a bright red.
Nicole began to laugh, "Is that what they told you?" Liz slowly nodded her head, "You aren't my assistant, you're the Boys' assistant," she finished, once again becoming engulfed by her swarm.
Confused, Liz stepped off her chair to question Nicole further, when she was stopped. "Hi, I'm Leslie but you can call me Curly," this intruder said. She stood about an inch shorter than Liz with bright, curly, red hair that almost resembled a clown's wig.
"Hi," Liz managed to squeak out. Leslie handed her a packet that she was told contained all of the rules and extra tid-bits that she would need to know.
Leslie started to walk with Liz down a hallway with a bright light at the end of it. "Leslie, where are we going?" Liz wondered outloud.
"It's Curly, remember?"
"Sure, whatever, where are we going," Liz asked again as the light got closer and closer.
"We are going to meet the Boys, silly," Curly told her.
"Who are these Boys that everyone keeps talking about," Liz asked, stopping in her tracks.
Obviously frustrated, Curly came back, grabbed Liz's hand and began to drag her towards the light. "They really didn't tell you anything, did they?" When Liz didn't answer Curly continued. "The Boys are the Backstreet Boys and you LIz, are their new assistant. Basically what that means is that you'll get them anything they need, keep an eye on them---making sure they don't get into any trouble, and finally make sure they are on time for appointments, got it?" Curly asked.
"Everything but one thing, who are the Backstreet Boys?" Liz asked as they entered the bright light room.
"Are you serious?" Curly asked, astonished. "Most definetly," Liz answered.
"Well get ready Liz, cause you are about to meet the hottest thing since The Beatles."
