Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 20:25:07 -0500 (EST)
From: bsbwriter@altavista.net
Subject: gay/celebrity/boy-bands  adam, zach and bsb part 51

Legal Note: Please don't read this if you are under the age of 18 years or
the particular age of permission where ever you live. The story below is in
all parts fictional. All portrayal of the Backstreet Boys and other persons
mentioned is in no way based on fact. All other characters are completely
fictional. All names, songs, events, and other licensed material remain
so. Thank you.

Okay guys, here's the deal. I'm getting tired of this story, so this is the
end. Don't fret however, cuz there will be a spin off story starting in mid
to late February. Please send any suggestions, comments or critiques to
bsbwriter@altavista.net

A super-size thank you to these two chaps:

Jeff, an always awesome friend type figure who's good at advice and
conversation.  DLS, a friend who's been absent for a while, but who I'm
unbelievably glad is back.  Both of these guys have seen this story through
and I cannot thank them enough.

Also, thanks to Nifty, for creating a forum to post this junk.

And last, but not least, thanks to you oh-so-dedicated readers. You've seen
me through the thin times, and are unbelievably patient even if it doesn't
seem like it when my life gets hectic. THANKS!

Read and Enjoy!

Respectfully Yours,
EG

	Albany is cold this winter, snow drifts blasting on to the hotel
windows in great sheaves. We just arrived for the charity show that will go
on tomorrow night. But tonight is Valentine's Day.

	It seems like years since I met the boys, years since I worked in
the diner. It feels like I have known Kevin all my life. I know his moods,
his contours, his smile. And he knows mine. We've found this love in the
mist of the storm of complications.

	The mystery men: Al and his whole crew, have fled the country to
avoid prosecution in American courts. But we're not really about
revenge. As long as they stay out of our lives, its just fine.

	I think it was hardest on AJ when we found out Amanda had been part
of the whole fiasco. New England dancer my ass. Turns out she was a two-bit
writer from Miami trying to get a story. We had to get an injunction to
keep her from publishing the book, and if she does, she face major fines
and possibly jail. She was gonna call it "My Breakfast with a Backstreet
Boy: Out of the Closet and Eating Pancakes." I gagged when I heard that. AJ
felt betrayed, and took two week vacation in Bordeaux on Kevin's and my
suggestion. Nicola and Luc took good care of him, and at the end of it he
was ready to get back on the job.

	Its no surprise Rocky, the taxi driver, was also part of this chain
of fools. Looking back, I stupidly overlooked his "coincidental"
appearances. After all, it was a confusing time. He knew who I was the
whole time, and no doubt he got richly paid every time he took my fare. I
have been told he is presently in Cuba, working under Castro for the
release of Elian Gonzales.

	Guy was the most obvious member, whom I had suspected during
Howie's birthday, but then forgotten. He was the familiar roadie at the MCI
Center, and also the man fighting with Zach on the catwalk. He had been
trying to unfasten the score board/ monitor above the stage which would
have shattered both the set, and probably the Boys. When Zach saw him
ascend the ladder he ran followed, and subsequently attempted to hinder
him. Although Guy alluded Zach and the interior guards, luckily policemen
apprehended him outside the building. Unfortunately, although he was
arrested, he escaped and most likely fled the country with his associates.

	As it turned out, Sean was never killed. Rather, it was an
elaborate scheme to oust the Boys out of the charts and onto the
tabloids. Sean and his whole crew, including Andrew, who we had previously
trusted, were being paid richly by a multitude of publishing mavens to get
the story. They added all the drama to spice up the story. Fortunately for
all of us, he failed. A good, honest man named Peyton Hirsch has taken over
the job and is doing wonderfully. All the Boys regard him as a paternal
figure.

	I politely resigned my media job, and now I'm working full time for
the boys. I coordinate interviews and appearances from town to town, and it
looks like we'll be doing a new video this spring. Andrew told me I had a
good shot at executive producer if I keep up the good work in p.r. Its a
busy schedule, but it gives me the semblance of my own life, rather than
just riding on the coattails of Kevin's.

	My parents and I keep in touch via phone, which is all we ever did
anyway, so it's no big deal. They are, however, getting at me to start
college next semester, which I think I might. I won't be able to work for
the Boys all my life, and I'd like to have a degree as support.

	Zach and Nick are doing well, and keeping a lot to themselves. We
don't mind, because they need time to build up their relationship. Zach's
also receiving pressure from his parents to go to school. In fact, this
very subject has fueled many an argument. On night, in the midst of such a
fight, Zach told his parents he was gay. That shut them up.  After some
time, they seemed to forget about school and just wanted to make sure he
knew they still loved and supported him just the same. Zach's happy they
just don't bring up college.

	There will always be a million loose ends-a million questions that
I'll drive myself crazy with if I ever attempt to answer them. The
important thing now is that I'm with Kevin.

	As tonight is Valentine's Day, he and I are hiding out in the
room. I just got back from the common room, cheering up the singletons:
Howie and AJ. They elected to watch American Beauty, which is a good
choice. Brian is talking on the phone to the family.

	When I returned, the room was very different than it had
been. Kevin had redecorated with rose petals and tall white column candles
all about the room. He himself was nowhere to be found. I followed the path
of rose petals to the bed in the next room. Kevin was lying peacefully on
the bed, moonlight hitting him, in a black silk robe.

What happened next is for me to know, and for you to imagine.


The End.