Chapter 30:
Moving On
After
his reconciliation with Brian, Nick threw himself into his physical therapy. Nothing was going to stop him now. He and
Brian were back to spending all of their time together, and causing general
hell for the orderlies and PTs that worked with them.
On one occasion they snuck into their break room and creatively rearranged all
of their belongings, moving purses and bags all around the room. They also
enjoyed wreaking havoc during therapy. In one particular session, Brian, as
usual, had joined Nick and his therapist, a young woman named Audrey. In the
middle of one of their exercises, Nick stopped cold and began to stare at her.
“Nick?”
she asked anxiously. “What’s wrong?” His
reply came in the form of a completely deadpan expression.
“Am I
original?” he asked, his voice low and husky. His bright blue eyes bore
directly into her. She blinked in surprise at the question and looked over to
Brian for help, only to find that he was wearing an identical look.
“I-I
don’t know,” she stammered. “Sure. You are very original Nick.”
“Am I
the only one?” Brian asked, sounding desperate and needy.
Audrey
looked back and forth between the two of them, completely baffled. “What
the…Brian, are you ok?” They had both gone off their rockers.
“Am I
sexual?” Nick said seductively, leaning in towards her just slightly.
“What?”
“Am I
everything you need?” they said together, still speaking with that same eerie
voice.
A.J.
passed them at that moment, reading a sheet of paper. Without even looking up,
he finished for them. “You’d better rock your body now.”
Realization
dawned on her, and she gave her patients a dark look. “Funny,” she said flatly.
“Very amusing.”
“You
know you love us,” Nick said cheekily.
* *
*
About
three days after Brian and Nick made up, A.J. found them in the gym with a
basketball. Nick had been freed of his crutches, and was trying to get along
without them. Unfortunately, he was terrified of trusting his own legs to carry
him, and wasn’t making the progress his therapists wanted him to. Brian had
taken it upon himself to try and take his mind off of his fear by challenging
him to a game of Gimp Basketball. A.J. gaped as he watched them mess around the
court, shooting baskets (missing most of them) and hobbling around after loose
balls. The entire time they hollered insults at each other, pointing and laughing
as one or the other screwed up, and having a blast with their utter failure to
play their favorite sport. Every now and then, A.J. caught words of
encouragement, as each tried to get the other to do their best. To his delight,
Nick gradually seemed to forget he had ever been so dependant on crutches, as
he became more and more sure of himself. His confidence grew before their very
eyes. A.J. smiled at the sight.
“Frick
and Frack,” he murmured to himself.
* *
*
During
the last few days of their stay in
“Okay
everybody, I have something I need to share with all of you. Howie knows about
this, because he was the one who was there when I came back after…
sightseeing.”
Nick
shifted uncomfortably, but Brian went on.
“I’ve
kept what happened to me that day kinda quiet, but now I am going to show you
what brought me back. As far as I was concerned, I wasn’t going to come back.
The only thing I wanted was to get as far away as possible. I discovered
though, that no matter how far I got, I couldn’t get away from what I was
running from, because it was right in front of me.” A.J. reached over and put a
supportive hand on his shoulder. Brian smiled at him briefly before getting up
to drop a CD into the small stereo nearby, and selected a track. The chords for
“Somewhere Someday” began to play, and A.J., Kevin, and Nick carefully listened
to it.
“Hey,
this is ‘NSYNC,” A.J. observed.
“Yes it
is. Listen to the words.”
When
the song was done, there was silence.
“Oh
man,” Kevin said finally. “I can’t believe how perfect that is.”
“I
couldn’t either,” Brian replied. “I just wanted to share this with y’all,
because for me it made the difference.”
“You
bet,” A.J. said quietly. “I think we all needed that.” He hummed for a moment,
and then echoed the words that were in everyone’s minds.
“Let
this bring you peace…”
* *
*
When the
time came for Kevin to go back to the hospital to remove the rod from his leg,
a little of the anticipation he had felt before was gone. Now that things
seemed to be going so well for all five of them, there just didn’t seem to be
as much to worry about. They were all optimistic and upbeat. In fact, the day
after Kevin’s surgery, the other four were scheduled for a private interview
for MTV. It was their first appearance since the press conference a while back,
and Nick’s first appearance period. It was also their last day in
All
four were present when Kevin went into surgery and when he came out. It went
smoothly, and no complications were anticipated.
“Is he
going to have any problems with that leg after all of this?”
“Nope,”
the doctor replied. “After enough physical therapy to build the muscle back up
and get back in shape, you won’t notice a difference.”
* *
*
John
Norris of MTV greeted the four Boys as he was brought in for the interview. The
physical remnants of what they had endured had nearly faded. Their cuts and
bruises had all but vanished, Brian no longer had his arm in a sling, and A.J.
had had his cast removed. The most visible sign of what they had been through
was the cane that Nick still used. There were still scars, and would be for a
long time, but clothing easily concealed them. They were seated comfortably,
and seemed ready to talk.
“Good
to see you guys,” Norris said cheerfully. “Glad to see you doing so well.”
“Thanks,
man.” A.J. said.
“So how
have you all been? The panic has died down a little bit, you got a little room
to breathe and time to recover, so how has the healing
gone?”
“Well,”
Brian started. “As you can see we all look a lot better from last time. We are
still not our old selves, but we’re getting there.” He pointed to Nick with
both hands. “I’d say the fact that we have him here today, when you consider
what kind of shape he was in not too long ago, says that we have done really
well.”
Nick
grinned.
“Any
dancing yet?” John asked with a smile.
Brian
chuckled. “No, no dancing yet. We’re not quite ready for that.”
“Where
is your fifth member? What is Kevin up to today?”
Howie
answered the question. “He just had what we hope is his last surgery. He had to
get a rod taken out of his leg that was put in after the accident. He’s been
doing really well.”
“That
is great to hear. Nick, tell us what all of this has been like for you. This is
the first time the world gets to see your face since this accident.”
Nick
feigned fear. “That’s right, this is the first time. I hope I don’t scare
anyone. I’ve been avoiding mirrors.” He grew serious. “Well, as they have all
told you, this has been quite an ordeal. The recovery has been tough. I was not
always the most cooperative of patients, but these guys are getting me through
it.”
“So how
is it coming?”
“Pretty
good. I’m working on getting the full use of my knee back, I shattered the
kneecap in the wreck and they had to give me a new one, so that’s been kinda
tough. My surgery incisions have healed over well. I’m really happy about that,
those really hurt.” He smiled a little. “My short term memory is a lot better
now, but still not perfect. I’m still pretty forgetful these days.”
“But he
does remember he is a Backstreet Boy,” Howie interjected with a straight face.
“So, have no fear.”
“Thank
you Howie,” Nick said sarcastically.
“Do you
guys have any goals that you have set as far as a return to your career?”
“We
haven’t set any dates or anything,” A.J. said. “But we are more actively
looking into working towards a comeback, especially since we are going back to
“How
long of a period do you estimate it might all take? A few months? A year?
Longer?”
“Well,
it will be a while,” Howie admitted. “Don’t start getting excited yet. We have
a lot still to do, and that doesn’t even start until we are physically back up
to where we were before all of this, and we are all still far from that. Then
comes the work on the album that we’ve started, the work on our singing, then
rehearsals, and just trying to get back in the game.”
“To do
the kind of work that we do, you have to be very physically fit, and this
accident took all of that away,” A.J. said. “We have to work ourselves back up
to that point, and believe me, that’s not gonna be easy.”
“We’re
just hoping that the fans are willing to wait it out with us,” Brian added.
“They mean so much to us, and we don’t want to let them down, but when we do
get back on that stage, we want to do it right. We want to be able to pick up
right where we left off, and that is going to take time.” He reached over and
batted Nick’s head. “Poor Nick here can hardly remember the words to half of
our songs.”
Nick
made a face. “I can too.” He grinned sheepishly at the camera. “I do slip up a
lot though.”
“Have
you all done any singing together?”
“You
know,” A.J. said thoughtfully. “We have, but not all together. Brian, Howie,
and I have messed around with a few songs here and there, Kevin and I did a
number together not too long ago.”
“Yeah,”
Howie interrupted. “Kevin was so worried about remembering words that A.J. sat
down and coached with him for a few days until he was ok with getting up and
singing for us.”
“And
what did he sing?”
“Umm,
‘Nobody But You,’ right, A.J.?”
“Yup.
It was pretty cool. So we have done some, but we haven’t really had all five of
us sit down and work on anything in particular.”
They
spoke for a while longer, and then called it a day. Kevin was ready to be
released from the hospital that afternoon, and the following day they had a
plane to
“Now
the work really starts,” A.J. said.
* *
*
Once
they reached
“You
miss one day of physical therapy, and I will FedEx Kevin down there to kick
your ass,” Brian warned Nick when they said goodbye.
An idea
had been forming in Brian’s head, and once he was home he began looking in to
putting it into action. He made a few telephone calls to their management, and
was delighted to get a green light from them to proceed.
“Do you
want us to start making the phone calls that can make it happen?”
“Naw,”
he said. “I want this to be more personal. I’ll do it, just give me his phone
number. I want to ask them myself.”
Once he
received the number he wanted, he hung up the phone, wondering if this crazy
idea would actually work. The next day, he picked up his phone as he studied
the number on the sheet of paper he held in his other hand. Drawing in a deep
breath, he dialed it. After several rings, a deep voice picked up on the other
end.
“Yes?”
“I’m
looking for Lance Bass,” Brian said.
“You
found him.”
“Hey,
Lance, this is Brian Littrell. I have something I need to ask you and your band
mates.”
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