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***RECAP: Tears came to Nick’s eyes, but masked them by looking down again. Brian grabbed his sweatshirt off the table and headed for the door. Before he walked out, he turned to face the four guys, and said, "If it’s over, it’s over." With that, he turned and walked out the door.***
Brian sat alone in his three story house, in the living room. The only sound that filled the room was the soft ticking of his huge grandfather clock.
He sat almost motionless in his big reclining chair, staring at the wall. In his hands was his basketball....one of his most prized possessions. He had picked it up right when he got home from the offices at TransCon, and had on impulse picked up the phone to call AJ and see if he wanted to come over and shoot some hoops. As he was halfway through dialing his number, he realized that he wasn’t talking to him at the moment, and that he wasn’t really talking to any of his best friends right now.
Brian sighed, as he spun his basketball on his forefinger. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, as he thought about that day when he received the phone call.
"....So as you all know, World War Two was quite a tumultuous time for the Americans.....not only were they fighting a war in Germany, they were fighting in Japan as well," the teacher said, as he pointed to the map.
Brian yawned, and tapped his US History book with his pen. ‘Let us out already!’ he thought restlessly, glancing at the clock. It was only one o clock, and he still had an hour and fifteen minutes left of school for the day.
He glanced out the window. The beautiful April sun had dazzled all of Lexington, and everything was in bloom. ‘It’s too nice to be inside,’ he mused to himself, looking at the clock again. 1:01.
All of a sudden there was a knock at the door. All twenty-seven students’ heads turned to the door, and saw the school secretary standing there, with a piece of paper in her hand. "Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Richwald, but is Brian Littrell present today?"
Brian’s ears perked up, as Mr. Richwald said, "Yes, he’s right here."
"Brian, you’re needed in the office," the secretary said, "there’s a phone call for you."
Brian stood up and walked to the doorway, followed by the glances of the other twenty-six students. ‘Oh great,’ he thought to himself, alarmed, thinking of all the possible horribles. He got to the office and picked up the phone. "Line two, Brian," the secretary said, as Brian clicked over to line two and said, "Hello?"
"Brian?" a familiar voice said over the line, "this is Kevin."
"Kev? Hey buddy, what’s up? Why are you calling me at school?" Brian asked, in a worried tone. "Well, it’s kinda important," he answered, "but don’t sound so worried.....nothing’s the matter."
Brian breathed a sigh of relief, and Kevin continued, "I’m calling because....well...right now I’m out in Orlando, and I just signed with this company to be in a musical group called the Backstreet Boys."
"Hey that’s great, Kev!" Brian said enthusiastically, not really understanding what this had to do with him. "And," Kevin continued, "well, we need a fifth member....Brian, how do you feel about coming out to Orlando and becoming the fifth Backstreet Boy?"
April 19, 1993 was the day he was called out of US History class to receive the call from Kevin, and the next day was off to Orlando to become a Backstreet Boy.
"What the hell happened?" he said out loud to an empty room. He couldn’t believe it at all; his four best friends in the world had broken the only thing that really mattered at all to him.
The phone rang suddenly, snapping him out of his daze. "Hello?" he said monotonously, picking up the receiver. "Brian," a stern voice said on the other end, "this is Lou."
‘Shit,’ thought Brian, but simply said, "Hi."
"Brian," Lou said again, "this is important. I just talked to AJ, and he told me everything that happened.....it needs to be discussed...we can’t just let it go....you can’t just break up without trying!"
"We DID try, Lou," Brian said, shakily, "we tried our hardest! There’s just too much conflict among us all.....we can’t work together, and this is the best thing that we could think of...."
"But what about your contracts?!" Lou interrupted, "you signed contracts for another couple years! You can’t just quit like this!"
"If a piece of paper is what is holding our friendship together, then I don’t want any part of it," Brian replied, choking up, "I want out, just as much as AJ, Kevin, Howie and Nick."
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