Part 1

By Julie

Brian gazed out the small, round window next to him at the bank of clouds right below him. Beneath the puffs of white, he could make out a patchwork quilt of land below, complete with thin stretches of roadway that ran as seams between the different colored patches of ground.

It was early spring, and Brian and the rest of the Backstreet Boys were sitting in the first class section of the plane, on their way to Europe, for the European leg of their current world tour.

As the plane finished its ascent from the airport it had taken off from only minutes before, the clouds covered over the land below, and all Brian could see out his window was whiteness.

He sighed and leaned his head back against the headrest on his seat, preparing for the long flight overseas to the continent of Europe.

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