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Chapter 4
“Yes! We got back in time! I can catch the end of TRL!” I said,
and hopped over the back of the couch, grabbed the remote, and turned on
MTV, all in one skilled, swift motion. I had the feeling Scott and Nick were
rolling their eyes behind me.
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“And here are the percentages for the number two video today, that you,
the viewers picked—“
“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered. “Just show the damn video!”
“ With 19 percent of your e-mails, and 13 percent of your phone calls,
the number two video today is “I Drive Myself Crazy,” by N’Sync.
(Author’s Note: This may or may not be the actual exact title of this
song, but I’m sure you all know which one I’m talking about.)
“Yes!” I said. “I LOVE this video!” I started mouthing
the words along with the song. Nick and Scott sat down beside me, and rolled
their eyes again.
After the video finished, Carson continued. “And we’re taking a
short break, but we’ll be back in a minute with the number one video
that you guys requested today.”
Nick rolled his eyes. “That guy is seriously lame. He needs some new
lines. All he is capable of doing is reading the teleprompter.”
I raised my eyebrows. “And you don’t do that, either?”
“Of course not!”
Now it was turn to roll my eyes. “Uh-huh. WHAT-ever!”
“And we’re back, with the number one video for today. Who do you
think it is?” He walked over to the window of the studio. All the
twelve-year-old girls started screaming and jumping up and down. “Uh-uh.
You guys gotta work for it!”
“BACKSTREET BOYS!” the girls shouted.
“Yeah, that’s right. And here they are, the UNSTOPPABLE BACKSTREET
BOYS, the number one requested video for today.”
Nick turned red, and turned around. “Unstoppable?” I asked him.
He just shrugged.
“…The one desire. Believe when I say I want it that way.”
“But we are two worlds apart, can’t reach to your heart…”
I looked at Nick. He just slid down further on the couch. “…That
I want it that way…”
At this point, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. “Tell me
WHHHYYYYY!” I sang, incredibly off-key, but I had meant to do that.
Nick rolled his eyes. “Hey, don’t blame me, I don’t write
this stuff. I just get paid millions to sing it.”
“Tell me whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhy…” I sang again, knowing that
this was killing Nick.
You know, this could be fun.