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| you've already read it, you've obviously caught the idea. I've gotten a lot of good reviews for this story, but I've also gotten comments where this story "just plain sucks." Either way, I can see where people are coming from. It's a short story, thus it doesn't have a complicated plot - if readers think that there is a plot at all. Also, it clearly bashes one of the members from the Backstreet Boys (Nick Carter, to be exact) in the beginning... which some fans may not like. So I can see why people might not like this story - it may be boring, and/or it may be offensive. But here's the truth: I didn't write this story for entertainment. During the summer of 2000, I was trying to tough out the roughest spots of a depression I was (and still am) going through. Believe it or not, part of my depression dealt with the Backstreet Boys - Nick Carter in particular. It sounds crazy, yes, but to make a long story short, this twenty-year-old guy literally changed my life. I won't say how ('cause even I don't know), but he did. I used to despise him, but I've learned to give him a heck of a lot more respect. Yes, the story models how my personal opinion for Nick has changed... but it goes deeper than that. Much deeper. It's not just a matter of likes and dislikes. Although the actual event never happened, the inner feelings throughout the story are based on true emotions. Nick Carter is famous; I am not. Will I ever have a chance of meeting him? Probably not. And yet there's a strong desire to fulfill this wish - to tell him how much he has changed my life. I'm sure many fans are experiencing this very same passion. But the truth is, most fans, including myself, can't tell him. It's just not possible. So I wrote this story in hopes that other fans will be able to relate. And not just the Backstreet Boys' fans, either... it doesn't have to be Nick Carter. It could be George Clooney for all I know. But knowing that we all share a universal feeling of wanting to meet our "idols," so to say... that's where the story comes in. They've touched us, but we can't touch them, no matter how much we want to. And it hurts, I know, but we're not alone. The Backstreet Boys have made a major impact on many fans' lives, and even though they may not know that we exist... at least we can still remain true to them. They deserve it. Love, peace, and tomatoes, Laura Wilde |