"Carrie, what are you doing here? Nick told us that you couldn't join us until the end of the week. You should have seen the pout when he told us that!" Kevin said, as he spotted Cairo backstage.

"Shh, you'll blow my cover," Cairo whispered frantically. Kevin watched in speculation as Cairo fitted herself with an ice blue wig and sunglasses. Underneath the obvious disguise, she was wearing loads of glow-in-the-dark makeup and glitter, something that she would (under normal circumstances) never be caught dead in. Her wild outfit consisted of plaid polyester pants with patches of leopard print material sewn in various places with bright green thread, and a very loud pink shirt that looked like in belonged in her closet with the rest of her 80's vintage clothing.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving a twenty-one year old a heart attack. It should be fun. Care to watch?" she asked, grinning wickedly.

"What did he do wrong, Carrie?" AJ asked, coming up behind her.

"SHH!" she glared at him over her sunglasses. "Is it so obviously me?"

"No, I just recognised the pants from that time we went shopping in New York, that's all. The patches look horrible, I congratulate you on that."

"Thanks AJ. And as for what Nick did, he said ditto. Ditto! What the fuck is ditto? He deserves this," Cairo ranted.

"If it helps you sleep at night, then yes, he deserves it. So, what are you going to do?" Kevin asked.

"Right now? I'm going to make myself stand out in a crowd. The hat will help," she said, pulling a large hat out of a bag next to her. She put it on her head, and watched the horror on the faces as Kevin and AJ saw what was just so special about the hat.

It had lights that lit up, forming the words "BSB 4 Ever", in a variety of different colours and lighting patterns.

"Oh my god, you're going out there like that? Look, Carrie, this is England, home of the psycho-paparazzi. They will eat this up if they find out you're a girlfriend…"

"Don't worry about it, I got it all covered. I won't leave the stadium looking like this, and they aren't allowed cameras inside. Don't worry, you won't wake up tomorrow and see a story stating that you guys have to hire your own groupies," Cairo reassured them.

"But Brian, isn't that how we met?" Stacey asked her boyfriend, as they joined the conversation. They noticed Cairo's appearance, but after several months of her and Nick's antics, they brushed it off as just another prank.

"No, sweetie, you weren't a groupie. You were one of the skanky whores who just happened to dance for us," Brian said.

"Oh yeah. But man, I was a very talented skanky whore."

"That you were." Stacey smacked Brian.

"Well, I have to go take my place in the crowd. Have a good show guys, and remember, I know where you live, I know where you sleep and I know all of your dirty little secrets, so if Nick finds out about this, guess who gets to be an anonymous but reliable source to the National Enquirer?" Cairo warned, as she walked away.

* * * *

"Did you guys notice that really freaky fan in the front row? The one with the light-up hat? During the encore, she tore open her shirt, and beneath it was a black shirt, I guess, with 'Nick is sexy' written across it in glow-the-dark letters. Pretty freaky, I tell you," Nick said, after the show. Brian, AJ and Kevin all tried not to laugh, knowing what other forms of torture Cairo had planned for him.

"OH MY GOD! It's him! OH MY GOD! Does anyone have any scissors? I need a hair sample for my shrine!" a high pitched voice screeched, faking a bad English accent. Nick paled slightly, as he looked around nervously for his bodyguard. The 'freak' from the audience was running straight for him and he was wondering how she got through security.

"Uh…guys?" he asked apprehensively, as they left him alone. He turned towards his bodyguard, and he was looking towards the psycho fan, but made no move to usher her away.

"Nick, didn't you get my letter saying that I'd be here? I've written you every single week for over a year, and you've never answered me. Why haven't you answered me, Nick?" she was asking him.

"Uh…I never got them. Right guys? What's your name? I'm sure that I never got them," he stammered.

"It's Shelly. Shelly…Carter," she sighed, beaming. Nick paled.

"Oh yeah. Nick, don't you remember her letters? You showed them to us one day, and I remembered you telling us about how much you were interested in meeting her," Kevin said. Nick shot him the dirtiest look he could. It was obvious that he was just enjoying torturing him.

"Well, it doesn't matter. We know each other now. Is it true that you have a girlfriend?" she asked, moving closer to Nick. Nick took a step back.

"Yes, I have a girlfriend, who I'm very happy with," he answered, thanking God that he had met Cairo in the first place.

"That's too bad, I hate burying bodies," she muttered.

"What did you just say?" he demanded, outraged. She looked up at him and beamed.

"Nick, consider your reign as the king finished," Cairo asked, dropping the accent, taking off the hat and wig. She let her wild red tangle of hair loose, and put the sunglasses away. Nick gave his famous half grin as he realised that he had just been "got" in a very big way, and he picked Cairo up over his shoulder and twirled her around.

"You, my dear, are going to suffer for that. Although I must say, this look suits you. Thinking about making a permanent change in style?" he asked, as he set her down. She shrugged her shoulders, turned and walked away, leaving Nick.

Nick watched her walk away, waiting for her to turn back to him. She just kept walking away from him. The rest of the guys had a good laugh as he stood there for about ten minutes, waiting for her to return.

"What was that?" he asked them finally, giving up on her return.

"She promised that the press wouldn't see her in that get up. You'll probably see her later, don't worry. Call her, find out if she knows where the hotel is," Kevin suggested.

"God, I need a sane girlfriend. One that doesn't try to give me a coronary, and who doesn't just leave when I'm talking to her!" Nick sighed.