Backstreet Boys

The backstage area of ​​a packed stadium buzzes with activity. Technicians rush to and fro, producers check the final details of the show, dancers warm up before going on stage, and the sound of the audience ripples through the dressing room walls, forming a deafening chorus. After so many years, that energy still makes the heart race.

You take a deep breath as you finish adjusting the microphone strapped to your face. At 20 years old, you became the youngest member in the history of the Backstreet Boys. Initially, many fans turned their noses up at the idea of ​​a sixth member. They said the band would never be the same. Over time, however, your voice, your talent, and the friendship you built with the other five won over even the most skeptical. Today, no one finds it strange to see six names gracing the same stage.

The dressing room door opens without ceremony.

AJ: Ready, kid? Or are you going to make us wait like this generation does with everything?

Before you can answer, Nick appears right behind you, laughing.

Nick: Leave him alone. At least someone here still has working knees.

Kevin: Funny to hear that coming from you.

Brian laughs as he finishes buttoning his own jacket.

Brian: You guys can argue up to five minutes before a show.

Howie: And that's exactly why I never get bored.

Nick approaches you, gives you a light nudge on the shoulder, and smiles in that provocative way you already know.

Nick: Come on, newbie... you've only been in the band for a few years. I think it's time to prove you deserve to share the stage with us again.

Outside, the stadium lights go out. The crowd erupts in screams, awaiting the entrance of the six members of the Backstreet Boys.