tourbus

OK, this is scary. Parts of this really did happen... the tour bus, the shirtless pics, I work for the head of security at Gund arena, we went to two concerts in two days, and I still don't have a voice.... Yep. The Backstreet Boys aren't mine. I wish they were. I REALLY wish they were. Names of my friends and myself have been changed to protect the innocent. LOL. We're not that innocent.

"Dude! East Ninth was back that way!" Sara, the semi-native of Cleveland screamed at her friend as they flew past the exit for the Gund.
"Damnit!" The short haired brunette swore as she pulled off at the next exit. "I can't believe that fucker tried to send the tickets by air mail! How stupid do you have to be to realize that there's NO air traffic right now!"
"Turn there." Sara pointed out the silver Sunfire's window. "Dude, I was gonna drive up to Michigan and kick your ass if you didn't get these tickets." The blond, who was in the middle of putting her sapphire contacts in, motioned toward the dash, where the first row tickets sat. "You know I can't live without my daily dose of Nick. And actually seeing him to where he looks like a person instead of a leather clad dot. Besides, the shrine needs more pics like the poster of Nick's ass from Pontiac. I brought the camera again, but I don't think we'll need the telephoto this time." She pointed at the Cleveland sports complex. "There's the Jake and the Gund. I've got a parking pass from the last Jacks game I was at, and hopefully, the guy working the parking lot is blind or just retarded." Both Sara and Irene looked down at the clock on the car radio, which in contrast to the band at the concert, was blasting Metallica. 7:03.
"Shit!" Irene exclaimed as she floored the Sunfire and turned the corner to where the parking garage was.
There wasn't enough time to get totally stopped, but Irene made a desperate attempt not to hit the silver bus as she saw it sitting half way in the alley between the stadium and arena. The Sunfire tapped the bus doing about 15 mph, rattling Sara's concentration, and causing her to drop the second sapphire contact on the floor of the car.
"I told you that I should have driven."
Irene sheepishly opened her eyes to look at what she had done. Sara was too busy looking on the floor for her contact to even care about the car's damage.
All of the years growing up in Chicago and Lansing didn't stop Irene from screaming as she saw the tattooed man leaning on her car window.
"Don't hurt me!" She whined through a crack in the window, hoping this "attacker" would leave her alone.
At this point, Sara gave up on her search for the contact lens, and stared at the "attacker."
"Oh My God." She whispered as she pointed at the driver's side window. "I think that's AJ."
"Oh my lord...." Irene unrolled her window all the way.
"Are you two blind? You could have killed me!"
AJ was definitely pissed off.
"Uhh..." Sara stuttered as Irene spoke to him. "We're from Michigan, and well, Sara wanted to go to the Cleveland concert, but we were going to be late, so we hurried, and I really didn't see the bus. Sorry."
The tattooed member of Backstreet laughed as he realized he was scaring the girls. "It's okay. We'll call the police, and they'll get this written up." AJ smiled as he pulled his cell phone from his pants. "Do either of you know the actual police department's number? I don't think this is a 911 type emergency."
"Dude!" Nick ran out of the backstage area to where the bus and car sat connected to each other. "What the hell happened to our bus!"
"Apparently, they were going to be late to the concert, so they sped here, and didn't see the bus."
"How do you not see a bus." The blond said as walked over to AJ and leaned in the car. "Come on, we've got to get onstage."
"But AJ said we had to fill out a police report." Sara finally managed to speak in the presence of the man she had dedicated two walls of her room to.
Nick just laughed as he leaned in the car. "Do you always have one green eye and one blue eye?" Sara blushed as she pulled the sapphire contact lens from her eye. "Dawg, we gotta get on stage. We'll do the police report later." He quickly scribbled out two notes for both girls. "Just go backstage after the concert. We'll be looking for you."

Already exhausted from running across the city after being turned away at the main parking garage, Irene and Sara pushed their way forward on the floor of Gund Arena.
"Damnit!" Sara wheezed as she rummaged through her purse. "I forgot my camera in the car!"
"Fuck!" Irene said as she pushed what looked like a ten year old hooker from in front of her. "Well, Jos is going to Detroit tomorrow. She can take some for us."
"Here we go!" Irene finally pushed her way to the front row as Kevin, the last Backstreet Boy on stage disappeared below through the "wardrobe trunk."
"Dude, this is NOT good. We're only going to see half the concert. AND I'M SURE I MISSED NICK IN LEATHER PANTS!!!!" Sara whined as she watched the under stage video of the Boys changing.
"Nick is such a fucking moron." Irene commented as he whined about one of the guys stealing his Tweetie plushie.
"Dude, but he's a sexy bitch." Sara came back with the only defense that she could think of at the time.
"You'd want to be someone else's bitch? You're already Ken's bitch, Kaizer's bitch, and Mateo's bitch."
"Dude, if Nick wanted me to be his bitch, I'd do it." Sara screamed as she turned around to face the Boys as they emerged in the center stage of the floor. "I love you Nick!"
"Yeah, I'll bet he's never heard that before." Irene danced with grace and precision that came naturally to all former classical musicians while the Boys sang "Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely." Sara, on the other hand, was showing her Metallica wannabe and heavy metal drummer roots by head banging to the song.
Irene laughed as she watched the blond start to get dizzy from the rush of blood to her head. "Settle down... they're not even doing Everybody or Shining Star yet."
"I'm gonna glomp Nick." Sara yelled to Irene as she pulled out her lighter and waved it along to the song.
"Dude, you will NOT glomp Nick." Irene laughed. "Then they'll make us pay for their tour bus or some shit like that."
"Fuck! They're walking this way!" Sara was hysterical as she saw Nick walking above her on the catwalk. "I'm so glad I came to America! They'd never do this in Amsterdam!"
"This was a world tour. I bet they went to Amsterdam."
Sara screamed as Nick pointed to her and winked. "This is so damn sweet!"
Of course, as she yelled that, Nick turned around and walked over to AJ and tapped him on the shoulder. The elder Backstreet Boy nodded as he walked over to where the girls were screaming for Nick to come back, while Nick walked over to the other three BSB.
AJ waved to Irene, then pretended to shoot a gun at her.
"This kicks so much ass!" Irene laughed as AJ then blew a kiss toward her.
Nick smiled at the two girls as he walked over to AJ and threw his arm around him. The two leaned down and waved directly at the girls.
"I wanna be your bitch Nick!" Frack just backed away from the group. "Damnit!" Sara swore as Brian came by and smiled at Irene. "I scared Nick away!"
"Dude! Frick just came by and smiled at me!"
"But I still haven't seen Nick in leather pants...."
"Howie D!" Sara looked up as her friend screamed to the newest of Sara's "sexy bitches" collection on her wall. Howie winked and waved at the girls too. Of course, Sara was screaming as she watched the Boy in the joker's hat wave.
Kevin did the same as he walked by, as well as blowing a kiss to the girls. Neither Irene nor Sara could believe what was happening. Somehow, the craziness of sitting in their dorm rooms only 2 hours earlier had erupted into perhaps the most memorable night of their lives.
Sara screamed. She instantly recognized the chord to Everybody. This was the song that started her obsession with the group about six years prior. Her best friend in high school had always played the Backstreet's Back CD when she drove her to and from the high school to where Sara's mom worked each day. To this day, only Sara and Kim realize that this obsession started over hearing the group, not by seeing them. It wasn't until Sara had returned to Europe for the summer of 1998 did she actually see a picture of any of the Boys. And then No Goodbyes became her new favorite song. Nick Carter, who was only a year older than her, was everything she could possibly want in terms of appearance and wealth of a man, was the main reason she was still obsessed with the group.
"I can't wait to go backstage!" Irene jumped up and down as Nick threw his leg over the video camera while singing "Am I sexual?"
Sara just screamed while she watched her obsession shake his ass only mere feet in front of her face.

"I can't believe he sang Bootylicious!" Sara screamed as she walked off of the floor towards the backstage area holding the scribbled note that Nick had given her.
"Dude! That was so great!" Irene laughed as she looked in the mirror that was in the hallway of the Gund. "I can't believe they let him have a solo shaking his ass in Shining Star!"
"Dude, he wasn't in leather pants. Tight leather pants...."
"Backstage passes please?" The security guard at the backstage entrance folded his arms as he stared at the two overly-hyper girls.
"Here." Sara smiled as she handed the security guard the piece of paper Nick gave her earlier in the evening.
"I'm sorry miss, but this isn't a backstage pass."
"Dude, Nick Carter gave those to us!" Irene screamed. She was starting to lose her temper with the concert security in Cleveland.
"Wait a second." Kenny, Sara's boss from the local horse racing track, who was also the head of security at Gund Arena, walked over to the guard. "I'm sure these two girls aren't lying."
"They have handwritten scraps of paper that they claim were scribbled on by Nick Carter."
"Well, there's no harm in taking them back with me to see if they're telling the truth." Kenny smiled at the girls as he grabbed Sara's hand and led her and Irene backstage to where the Backstreet Boys were meeting with their fans after the concert.
"Thank you Kenny." Sara whispered as they easily walked to the main room of the backstage dressing area.
"No problem. You'll just have to exercise ten more horses this week for me."
"Sweet." Sara said to him as he left her alone and knocked on the dressing room door. "Nick, there are two girls out here that say you wrote them backstage passes. Is this true?"
Nick Carter, the glorious angel that adorned three of the four walls of Sara's room, opened the dressing room door. He was wearing only boxers.
"Yeah dawg. They almost hit my man AJ today." He smiled at Sara, who was standing in the room, slack jawed. "I'll give you something doll. But let me get dressed first." Nick smiled as he turned and walked back inside the dressing room.
Sara's eyes grew wide as she muttered 'Oh my God' over and over again while she stared longingly at the dressing room.
Irene wasn't in much better shape. As much as she tried to deny that Nick was a "sexy bitch" like Sara said, she couldn't help but stand backstage turning red from the obvious infatuation that she held for the blond.
Both Nick and AJ, still shirtless, walked out of the dressing room carrying a Polaroid camera.
"Come here doll." Nick smiled as he motioned for Sara to come over and stand between him and AJ.
Sara couldn't restrain herself. As soon as she was next to Nick, she grabbed him around the waist and pulled herself as close as possible to his bare chest.
"Get off of me!" Nick screamed as he tried to push the blond girl off of him before Irene could take the picture. But it was too late. The flash went off at an inopportune time, while AJ was halfway straddled over Sara trying to pull her off, and Nick was pushed against the wall with the Dutch girl clinging to him.
With one final squeeze, Sara released her grasp. "I'm sorry. I've just had this idea that it would be fun to glomp you."
Nick raised an eyebrow to her. "What the hell is glomping? And did you like it?"
Irene laughed as Sara then stood still for her picture with Nick and AJ. "Glomping is basically affectionately attacking someone."
"And of course I loved it. I glomped THE Nick Carter. I could die tomorrow a happy woman."
Irene walked over to Sara and handed her the camera, so she could get a picture taken with the two shirtless Backstreet Boys. She didn't make as much of a scene, but asked if she could hug AJ in the picture. He obliged, with the condition that she wouldn't sell the picture on ebay.
Brian, who was ready for the backstage party walked out of the dressing room and laughed at AJ and Nick. "Are these the girls that hit our bus?"
"Yep." Nick patted Brian's shoulder as he walked past the reddish blond BSB. "Watch out for the blond one. She glomps."
Kevin and Howie also walked out of the dressing room, signaling to AJ that he should probably get ready for the backstage party as well.
"Can I have those pics for a second?" AJ asked as he took the camera away from Sara.
"As long as I get them back." She smiled at him as he walked inside the dressing room.
"Irene," Brian started as he looked at the brunette. "we've decided that you don't have to file an accident report. The driver got the dent out of our bus, and you're car's just scraped up. He tried to get most of the dents out of it."
"Yeah." Howie laughed as he turned to Nick, who had just walked out of the dressing room. "That bus has been torn up worse from when Frick and Frack tried to drive it."
"Dude, that's not cool!" Nick whined as he smacked Howie upside the head, while the rest of the boys laughed.
"Thank you so much!" Irene clapped excitedly as the Backstreet Boys, minus AJ, all handed her a signed concert photo after telling her that they were going to drop the accident report. This was truly turning out to be one of the more memorable things she ever did.
"Ja! Danke! Dankeshien!" Sara was just too excited at this moment. She was reverting to one of the languages she learned as a child.
AJ, who had just walked over to the group, smiled as he handed Sara and Irene their individual photos taken of the two shirtless BSB earlier in the night. "Let me guess. You were probably following us around in Sweden or some shit like that."
Sara's eyes were glued on Nick. "Nope. Actually, the first time I ever saw you was in the No Goodbyes video in Warendorf."
Brian laughed as he patted Sara's shoulder. "Well, you can stay backstage since Frack there had to give you backstage passes. We need to go mingle with everyone else."
"Yeah." AJ added. "And make sure you learn to watch where you're going. Not everyone will be as nice as we were."
The five members of the Backstreet Boys walked out of the room, Sara squealed in delight as she looked through her pictures. "This is DEFINITELY going in the shrine!"
The blond handed the picture to Irene, who in turn squealed in delight.
"He actually signed it 'Nick Carter, the Sexiest Bitch Alive'!" Irene hugged the picture. "I'd say this one is SO much better than the leather pants one."
"Hell yeah."

"Dude, why did you take the fucking toll road home?" Sara whined as Irene drove through the turnpike's gates and took a ticket.
"Because I'm not Ohio friendly."
"Dude, if you would have taken the shoreway, we'd end up right by where I parked my car."
"Shut the fuck up. You get so damn bitchy when you're tired."
Sara sighed as she leaned her seat back. A whole day of lectures, labs, barns, and concerts was too much. "I'm going to sleep."
"Whatever." Irene cranked up the car stereo, which was now blasting the Black and Blue CD. "Dude!" She screamed, as she pointed at the silver bus traveling in front of them. "Do you think that's the same bus?"
"Go pass it!" Irene slammed down on the gas pedal, and the Sunfire steadily caught up to the bus.
"Hell yeah!" Irene screamed as she started honking the horn. "It IS them!"
Sara quickly scribbled a sign saying Row 11 Section C Detroit and held it up to the window as Irene equaled her speed to that of the bus.
The honking and waving attracted Nick to the front, who immediately recognized the car and waved. He started head banging along with the girls, who were listening to Shining Star in the Sunfire.
Laughing, Sara turned the paper over and wrote 'Sexy Bitch?' on it. Nick just laughed as he held up a sign in the bus window that said 'Hell Yeah.'