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Why The Backstreet Boys?

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  Ok, so why do I do this? Write stories about someone I don't know? Spend hours upon hours drawing and creating things inspired by someone who I may never meet face-to-face? Spend my free time dedicating a website to someone who will probably never see it? Simple. I HAVE TO. No one else is forcing me to do all this, but I feel like I have to do this for my Boys. To everyone else, the Backstreet Boys are just some meaningless boyband, but they can never understand what the Boys have done for me. They've saved my life countless times...I live in a family that is not very family-like at all. Imagine not knowing the other three people who live with you...you don't know who your mom, your dad, and your sister really are. Sure, they live with you and you're "family", but you still don't know who they are. That's me. Outside the walls of my room lies a barren battlefield where my mom and dad like to play--and they don't play nicely. What is a person supposed to do to cope with the sounds of slaps, glass breaking and doors slamming all the time? I never thought I would live this long when my parents started fighting when I was 10...I never thought I would live past 15.
     Now, I'm 17 and I graduated from Franklin Central High School with my class, class of 2004. And I owe it all to the Backstreet Boys. Without them, my expectations of not living past 15 would have been met and they almost were one not-so-special day during the 7th grade. After my parents started fighting, I listened to the Backstreet Boys a lot; by that time, I had already been a fan for 3 years. This was before they really blew up in the States, but they were my Boys back then and they will always be my Boys, even when I'm lying on my death bed (whenever that may be) the Backstreet Boys will be my source of life and my will to live. I lived through to the 7th grade, thanks to my Boys...7th grade was tough. That was when I learned I'm not exactly a visual treat...I got picked on and teased for anything and everything. My clothes, my hair, and most of all, my love for the Backstreet Boys. After one particualry bad day at school, I came home to an empty house. Just me and the silence. I walked into the kitchen, tears running down my cheeks, and I grabbed a small steak knife. I drug it over one of my wrists, not breaking the skin. Something was holding me back.
     I went down the hallway to my room, eyes down, looking at my weapon of choice. I shut my door and sat on my bed. I cried for a few more minutes and then I looked up...and saw 5 angels surrounding me. I saw AJ and Brian and Kevin and Nick and Howie on my walls, all smiling and pointing at me. I stared at a certain Brian poster for what felt like forever--looking into his deep blue eyes and studying the look on his face, I had found my reason NOT to do it...I put the knife back in the kitchen and went back into my room to thank the men who saved my life with tears and prayers. Everyday after that up until 8th grade started, I wrote the words "Brian," or "BSB," across my wrists, so that whenever I felt like I needed to make an appointment with a kitchen knife again, I would look down and see the only reason not to. They saved me. They saved me from the world and all of the harsh people in it...they saved me from me. Whenever I wake up in the morning, I don't wake up because of the love of a family or because it's a beautiful day...I wake up knowing that my Boys will be there to greet me when I open my eyes and they'll be watching as I fall back alseep at night. I wake up every morning because I know that if there's anything that I need saving from, I'll see my heroes as soon as I open my eyes.
     Yes, they saved my life. The one that I look to the most for support is Brian. Oh, the wonders that man has done for me in my life! It was his face that made me see that tomorrow is worth waiting for...it's his voice that tells me that everything will soon be alright. There's something else too...there are times when I don't believe in God. When things get really bad or when my world is full of nothing but pain and sadness, I think to myself, "No just and loving God would allow this kind of thing to happen..." Brian restores my faith in God. All I have to do is look at him and remember how strong his faith is. He helps me find my faith when the negativity of life hides it from me...he helps me find my faith when I'm too lost or angry to find it. Brian is my angel...he taught me to fly.
     Along with my Boys, I have met some incredible people and have been lucky enough to be friends with them. Pictures and songs can only go so far sometimes. I met people just like me; people who can rely on the Boys to turn their mood around and make their life that much easier. I breathe easier knowing that these people are my friends and I hope they can breathe easier knowing I am their friend as well. Bejay, I love you girl...I really do. There have been times when I've been near hysterics or exceedingly sad and you always manage to calm me down and pick me back up again. Thank you for being my friend and for listening with an open heart and an open mind. It means the world to me and it's appreciated far more than you can fathom. Know that I am always here for you, no matter what.  I thank God everyday to know you and I hope that I can make you feel the way you make me feel...happy.
    We are not stupid, mindless teenyboppers--we are Backstreet Boys fans, for one reason or another. We're all part of this extraordinary gift that the 5 men of the Backstreet Boys have given to us and will keep on giving until something higher decides that these miracle workers must be laid to rest and be saved themselves. Until the day I die, the Backstreet Boys will be a major part of my life and the biggest reason that I continue to live it. All I can offer you, my Boys, are my heart, soul, and pure dedication, although that will never be enough to truly thank you for everything you've done for me. It's not much, but it's all I have to give...to the men who have put the meaning and reason back into my life...to the men who have helped me find a lifelong friend...to the men who have saved me in all the ways that a person can be saved...all that is left for me to say is...  

Thank you.
Basically, people have asked me countless times, 'why do you like the Backstreet boys so much?' Here's your answer...


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ChowFanGirl12's avatar
I also like the Backstreet Boys — and I always have, ever since I first heard them (although I can’t recall the exact day, however). Plus, from my perspective, I find them to be inspiring, especially when I need story or word prompts to work with in a new fanfic.. :writer: :heart: :trophy: