"Whoa Donna, what are you trying to do, kill us?" Kevin Richardson said, frantically putting on his seatbelt, hanging onto the dashboard. Donna smirked, looking into her rearview mirror seeing that Brian Littrell, A.J. Mclean, Nick Carter, and Howie Dorough were all struggling to get off the van floor which they were thrown to by Donna's fast turn. "Sorry guys!" Donna apologized cruising down the highway. "I'm trying to get you to your bus as quickly as possible, the opening acts are probably already there."
"Man Donna, I think I'm going to have a bump to last a lifetime!" Brian groaned out, sitting back down into the cushioned chair, slapping on a seatbelt. "Hey D, give me back my bandana!" Nick shouted angrily, reaching for his Miami Dolphins bandana. "Come and get it blondie!" Howard Dorough teased, slapping it towards Nick. Nick yanked Howie's curly black hair, demanding it back. "Ow! You stupid ass, stop touching my hair!" Howie yelled out, pushing Nick against the van door, throwing the bandana at him.
"Don't fucking push me you troll!" Nick shouted. "Boys! Stop it now! This is not the way you five should be acting!" Donna scolded. "What?! Kevin, and Brian and I-" But A.J. stopped short, seeing Brian jump over the seat, pouncing on Nick. "Hey!" Nick was screaming which left Howie cracking up. "Well, KEVIN and I aren't doing anything." A.J. finished. Donna sighed irratibly, loudly enough for the boys to hear. Nick had pushed Brian off of him, and now had him in a headlock. "Say uncle you freaking monkey!" Nick shouted in Brian's ear, allowing Brian to barely breathe.
"Oh come on Donna, we're just messing around. I mean, after all..." Howie started, with all five guys finishing. "Boys will be boys!" Donna laughed. "Ugh, Nick! I can't breathe!" Brian squeaked out. "I didn't hear *Uncle*..!" Nick sang out. "Fuck Uncle!" Brian shouted, jutting Nick in the ribs. He let go of Brian, wheezing. "Damn you..." Nick wheezed out, falling back into his seat.
"C'mon guys, you know how I feel about profanity." Kevin said outloud to the others. But all he got was Brian's and Nick's tounges. "I give up..." Kevin sighed out, shaking his head. "You and me both Kev..." Donna told him. It was silent for a good two minutes until Kevin decided to put on the classical station. "AHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
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Trinity Edwards slowly made her way out of her big, blue tour bus, into the bright, Southern California sunshine. She stretched her arms, letting the heat beat down on her chest. She had been on the road for eleven hours that day, and the sun was setting. "Hey Trinity!" Her driver, Randy called out to her. She turned around, coming face to face with the redheaded thirty-seven year old. "Hey Randy, so this is where we're stopping right? To meet up with everyone else?" Trinity asked. "Yea, you should be meeting Donna." Randy said. "Jonny's wife, am I right?" Trinity wondered, running her hands through her dark hair.
Randy nodded. "Well here they come now." Randy sang out. Trinity saw three big buses and a van pull up in front of her, all in a line. She stuck her hands in the back pocket of her jeans casually eyeing each of the same buses. She watched as a blonde woman and four guys who looked about Randy's age walk out of the first bus. It was as if they were in a desert. They were meeting in a huge parking lot at a California airport which was completely deserted, and sand surrounding them. They were to go on a plane to tour Japan as their first stop.
"Well, if it isn't Trinity!" The blonde woman who she supposed was Carol exclaimed, giving her a hug. Trinity looked shocked as Carol hugged her in a huge bear hug. "It's so wonderful to finally meet you! Donna told me that I'd be working with you." Carol said with fierce perkiness. "heh...heh...I'm sure we'll have the time of our lives." Trinity squeaked out. Carol was the Backstreet Boys producer, and the woman who booked all their appearances, and autograph signings. "Everyone, this is Trinity one of our opening acts. She is new to the music business." Carol told the dozen or so people who fled out of the buses. Suddenly, the screeching of tires interuppted them.
A van pulled up in front of them, and Trinity could see about six people begin to file out of it. A blonde woman, and five guys. The blonde woman rushed over to the scene. "Oh my goodness, I am so sorry we are late. The guys had a bit trouble getting into the van." "Donna, your boys are hopeless." Carol said with a sigh. Ignoring her Donna pushed past Carol and stopped right in front of Trinity. "You must be Trinity. Why I haven't seen you since you were a baby!" Donna exclaimed, and Trinity was once again pulled into a huge bear hug. "Uh...heh...oxygen...please, need to breath..." Trinity choked out. "Oh yes, my apologies." Donna said, pulling away. Trinity's eyes averted to the five males who were snickering, trying to hide their grins by looking at each other.
She quickly looked away, adjusting the fake glasses on her face. "Trinity, I would like you to meet the whole point of the tour, my boys. The Backstreet Boys." Donna said happily, her hands clasped together as if she was expecting them to hug or something. Trinity nodded her head slightly. "Hey." All five said at the same time, and that was it. They were out of there, and onward to Japan.