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It all starts with a wish... "You're insane, Chris! You should start acting your own age!" JC complained, loud enough to make his older bandmate look up from his current activity: playing gameboy upside down. The man was not sitting on the couch, even when his legs were propped on the almost new piece of furniture. His head was resting on the floor, so the braids were all sprawled over the tiles. Even when it was no longer a view as disturbing as it had been back when Chris hair had had the white extensions, it still made JC groan. "What's up your ass now, JC?" Chris half- asked, half-growled. "What? You even have to ask What?! Why you acted so childish on the interview?!" "I was in a sugar rush. No big." Chris returned to his game, only to have it confiscated by JC. "Hey! What…" "Chris!
I'm serious! You were making faces at the reporters! They "Whatever."
Chris got up, snatched his gameboy back and left the Bah.
He thought, as he jumped the stairs two at a time. I bet Justin never
gets yelled at for having fun. I bet He doesn't get his * * * "I think…." "Maybe
we could just lay down the choreographies a little." AJ interrupted,
before Nick could say anything. "That way no one would "Well, but…" "The fans know the choreographies better than we do." Howie shook his head. "They would notice." "And if…" "I don't want you guys worrying for me." Brian forestalled Nick. "I can keep singing…" "Until
you fall dead on the stage." Kevin said, ignoring Nick's open mouth.
"I still think the best solution is put more slow songs and "Guys, we could…" "Nick, we're trying to decide something here!" Kevin looked right at the youngest Backstreet boy, bordering on anger. "Go to your room and play Nintendo or something." Nick
frowned, angry. "Fine!" He said, turning to leave the room.
Before closing the door, he heard Howie, his roommate, speak up "You didn't have to be so mean, Kevin. Nick's just a kid…" Just a
kid. He thought, furious. I bet no one calls Justin Timberlake
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