Prologue
“And Nick can belch on command?” Jay Leno
asked on TV.
“Oh yeah, yeah,” said the tall, dark haired man, amid
the wild screams of the audience.
Brendan Graves rolled his eyes at the old, fuzzy TV in his tiny
living room. Of course, the one night
was he wasn’t working and was able to watch “The Tonight Show”, they had
to be on. The Backstreet Boys.
“He’s gotta have a carbonated drink though,” the
dark-haired man added.
“Oh, here’s a carbonated drink right here,” Jay said,
handing him a Coke.
The dark-haired guy handed the Coke to the tall, blonde man
sitting next to him, who began to protest.
They egged him on though, and finally, the blonde took a sip of Coke and
let out a loud belch.
Brendan stared at the screen in disgust as the audience once again
broke into screams and applause. “The
guy burps, and the girls go wild? How
fucked up is that?” he asked aloud.
His vision zeroed in on the other blonde member of the group, who
was now trying to impersonate Donald Duck.
Brendan knew this one’s name.
Brian. Brian Littrell.
“Gee, must be nice to have all those girls trying to get in
your pants,” Brendan said, speaking to the TV.
“Just wait, boys. Soon, they’ll
be wanting to get in my pants too. And
you won’t have a clue.”
He snickered evilly, as the show ended, and picked up his
phone. He had work to do.
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