6 pm
It had been a month starting today since AJ's funeral. The death that shocked
the world since Mother Teresa and Princess Di in 1997. Over ten thousand fans,
admirers and well- wishers had attended the funeral uninvited.
Like
a nightmare to the boys, AJ was dead-, how was that possible? Harsh reality.
Aaron
was ridden to a wheelchair until further recovery from waist down. Johnny was
arrested that same day of...of AJ's…
Kevin Richardson, the oldest member of the nearly deceased group, the
Backstreet Boys, rolled up the automatic window of their black stretch limo
conveniently parked before the entrance of planet Hollywood to repent camera
flashes.
A
huge red carpet was rolled out before their limo and ropes alone steadied press
and fans.
The
original four, Kevin, Brian, Howie and Nick sat silently together in the limo.
Brian was first to break the silence, despite the commotion outside.
"So,
we're really gonna do this?" he asked, looking around at the others.
They
nodded simantainously.
They
were all resigning tonight. No one even knew about it. It would come as a big
shock to the press, and the fans. Despite the hundreds of record companies that
begged them to sign- they had decided to end the group for good tonight, in
their hometown of Orlando, in front of half a billion people crowded around
Planet Hollywood.
Kevin sighed. "Orright guys, this is it, we're doing this for?For
AJ." It hurt to even say his name.
"Right
Kev. This one's for Boner," Brian said, smiling slightly, outstretching
his had in front of him.
Slowly, Nick did the same, covering his hand over Brian's, and Howie then
followed, closing his hand around Nick's.
Kevin
was last to join in, him being the oldest, his hand settled gently above the
rest. He closed his eyes, the fusion was back again, almost like an outer body
experience for Kevin, he stepped aside himself and saw them together for the
very last time.
Nick blinked away a tear, then suddenly he noticed AJ. Perhaps his eyes were
playing tricks, but he saw AJ. His spirit at least, a faint transparent blue,
sitting between him and Howie, hand on top and below theirs holding the group
together, smiling. Though his hand was second from last, Nick felt the chilling
effect of AJ's spirit.
He
seemed to be the only one who noticed him, everyone else's eyes were closed. He
blinked again and AJ was gone; he was staring at an empty space where he used
to sit.
Crookedly,
he smiled. Perhaps the group had died, but the spirit hadn't… and it never
would.
The End