Marisol's Fantasy:
Ten hours, 34 minutes, 56 seconds and counting for the BSB performance at Newark, N.J.'s NJPAC. Vanesa and I were at the Robert Treat Hotel. Rumos was that BSB were loungin' there for the night. We searched all 26 floors with no luck.
"Come on, let's check out the suites; that's probably our last shot," I said desparately.
"The guard will never let us in!" Vanesa said.
"Hey what's with the negativism, Ms. Cheery? We came here for one reason and only one reason and God knows I'm not going to give up! Now, with my cunning expertice and your decieving charm, we can get past anyone!" I said.
"Yeah, you are right, as usual! " Vanesa chimed in.
As Vanesa expected, the guard wasn't a dope. It took quite a while to get past him. But, a telephone number and a quick kiss on the cheek got us in safely. I never knew that the suite hall was so big! It was gonna take forever to find out 5 beautious babes. We decided to stick together just in case we found our treasure. Hey, we both wanted to enjooy the benefits of the find.
About 20 minutes had past and we found absolutely nothing. Exhuasted and thirsty we decided to give up. We came to the soda machine and saw some guy struggling to get the machine to accept his dollar.
"Oh f, f, fudge, just my luck! Ah, just forget it" he said. Deciding to aid him I said, "Hey! Try this one, it might work."
"Huh? Oh! Thanks!" he cheerfully said. There was something so familiar about his voice and his style. But, the dollar worked and he flashed me a million dollar smile. It wasn't until then that I finally understood and I muttered the words, "Howie? Is it really you?" He just froze and then slowly broke into another smile.
"How'd you recognize me under all these clothes? It's a ridiculous get-up, isn't it? " he said.
"Howie, how could I not recognize you is more like it!" I replied.
Vanesa was still in shock. In fact her tongue was slowly falling out of her open mouth. Howie took one look at her and laughed.
"Hey, it's alright. It's only me and I don't think it's worth swallowing a million flies!" Howie said.
Subconsciously, we both thought "Oh yes it is!"
"OH, Howie, you just don't know! Um, I'm Vanesa and this is Marisol. Uhh, Ahh, he, uh...." Vanesa said. "I think what she's trying to say is can we get your autograph?" I said in the middle of tears.
"Oh sweetie, don't cry!" he said while hugging us. "I know since we don't have any pens or paper, why don't we go on up to our rooms and you can meet all the guys, and get all of our autographs!" How said "come on, go on ahead."
"No, we'll ust follow you there, we don't want to get lost." I said. But I only said it cause I wanted Vanesa and me to check out his butt, and what a butt it was!! I was starting to believe Kevin a little more on his theory that the BSB never "half-ass it"
In the meantime as Howie's opening up the door to their connecting rooms I hear Vanesa chanting quitely, almost inaudibly, A.J. Oh my God, A.J. I grabbed her hand and told her it was going to be alright. As we walked in, Vanesa and I saw the angelic faces of Nick and Kevin and I felt the unsatiable need to scream of faint or die or just jump on them. I settled for crying, as so did Vanesa. Howie explained the situation to the guys and called A.J. and Brian to come on over to meet their #1 fans in the whole world. We thought it was so cute that we had to laugh. As all 5 stood in front of us, all we could mutter was "Oh My Lord!" So we met them all and got their autographs. They've got relaly nice penmanship! As if it wasn't great enough getting something signed and taking pictures, A.J. suddenly announced the he called the chief of staff to let them know that two speacial girls were to be escorted to front row center.
After that I don't remember much. Everything went black and the last thing I heard was "Boom" I came to just in time for the concert. If it hadn't been for Vanesa screaming in my ear and smacking the crap out of me, I would've missed the rest of that magical day. I remember looking into the mirror and seeing that one half of my face was a bright crimson red.
"Hey, Vanesa, you want to smack the other side another 1,000 times to match the lovely color on this side?" I retorted, even though I've never been so thankful.
We rode with the guys in their limos. On the way there B-Rok and Nick had this humongous burping contest. Of course Nick won. He chated, though. I saw him drink the extra can of Pepsi while everyone marveled at our famous highway's name- McCarter Highway.
The guys left the limo and the driver drove us around to the other side so that the fnas wouldn't get suspicious or jealous! :) As promised, we got front-row center. You really gotta love these Backstreet Boys! The opening acts were cool. Aaron was really great out there! He's so adorable! Vanesa and I couldn't have screamed any louder. Some girl asked us if we had an extra lung hidden somewhere. It was rude then, but now it seems funny. We both caught Howie's roses. But I'm special! I caught the very last one. You know the one he runs all over his chest and I wish he'd run it a little lower :) While A.J. sang his solo, someone threw a little Dopey hand puppet at him. He kissed it and played with it, and then he reached over and handing it to Vanesa. He then kissed her hand. Then he took my hand and kissed it too. I haven't wtashed it since then, and NO it doesn't smell!! After the concert they were forced to perform 7 encores. It seemed that the applause and the screaming would never end.
Right after, the chief of staff came for us because the guys wanted to see us. They wanted to know if we wanted to accompany them to dinner.
"Um, oh, gee, let's see can we fit it into our tight schedules? Um, uh, let's see- Duh! Of course we'll go!" I cracked.
The guys broke into a round of laughter. God, they're so cute! We ate at Mc Donald's, A.J., Vanesa's, and my favorite! Little did we know that the guys had an extra surprise for us. The limo dropped us off at my place and the guys presented us with the concert pics and a signed 99 tour jacket for both of us. We hugged and kissed them, and unwantingly said goodbye to our beloved Backstreet Boys. We sat on my porch and marveled about the events of the day.
"V, let me hold Dopey for a few minutes, " I pleaded.
"N-O! Absolutely not! A.J. gave it to me and I only want our germs on it! " V said cruelly.
"Oh, so sorry! - Oh Vanesa, here accept this stuffed animal, so suitably named Dopey for you, the one I love! I'm so sorry V but A.J. would've never handed that to you if I hadn't found Howie in the first place! " said.
"Sorry, it just really felt personal, you know? " Vanesa said.
"I know, I'm sorry, too. Who do we love? " I said.
"Well, you know, those guys that are larger than life-um- what's their name again? Oh, yeah, the Backstreet Boys!" V said enthusiastically.
We both looked at each other and laughed. ALmost simultaneously we started singing "I may run and hide when you're screaming my name, alright, but let me tell you now there are prices to fame alright...." Yup, the words to "Larger Than Life", because to us, BSB are larger than life.