Whenever Nick Carter comes to town, I immediately turn into
my 12-year-old self. Seeing him
always makes me giddy in a way that only a fat kid in a candy store can probably
relate to. I try to plan out conversation starters, things I would ask or talk
to him about ahead of time; however, all reasoning and logic seems to go out
the window whenever I come face to face with the man I’ve been “in love with” pretty
much my entire life.
With the release of his third solo album entitled “All American”, Nick embarked on a tour across North America. This time around, I
was having an intimate lunch with him before his Toronto concert (along with 60
other fans, but that’s just a minor detail). He approaches me with a big smile
on his face, says “Hi beautiful”, and gives me a nice, long hug and kisses my
right cheek. I play it cool, like Nick Carter kisses me on a daily occurrence,
even shamelessly flirting with him in what I can only recall as a complete
embarrassment on my part. But I can’t help myself whenever I’m in his presence.
He gazes at me like he’s looking right into my soul, and smiles at me in a
tantalizing way that makes me feel like I’m the only person in the room. We
chat for a bit as he asks how I’m doing and whether I’m going to any of his
other shows. Then we pose cutely for photos before he leaves to greet other
fans, but not before pulling me in for another embrace and kissing me again.
I melt into my chair, floating away
on cloud Nick as he makes his way around the room to the other peasants fans.
He glances at me occasionally, smiling, and my heart pitter-patters. He then performs an acoustic set and reveals that
the Backstreet Boys will be doing a short Vegas residency next year (Vegas trip
anyone?). More photos are taken with everyone again and I wait until the very
end for my turn because, well, save the best for last right? He flashes that
enticing smile of his as I approach him, and gives me another big hug and kiss.
We cozy up again for our photo shoot, because really, with the number of photos
we took, it may as well have been one. Then sadly, it was time to say our
goodbyes as he pulls me in for the final time and plants a perfectly soft kiss
on my cheek. As he makes his way to the door, he smiles and winks at me. And
then he’s gone.
Now, I’ve been to my fair share of Backstreet Boys concerts,
but there was something about this All American show that was unlike any other.
Many fans have dubbed this tour the best one yet, and I can say that I unequivocally
agree with them. Nick undoubtedly gave it his all, poured his heart and sweat
into it, and rocked the hell out of the show. Raw and infectious, his passion
and energy is simply undeniable – he is a true performer. With a good mix of material
from his new album, a few from his past ones, and a lot of Backstreet Boys
throwbacks, the concert was nothing short of exhilarating. I was left wanting,
needing, craving more – and seriously
contemplated jumping onto Nick’s tour bus (to go to his next show of course).
But alas, I’m reeling with major withdrawals and consoling myself by replaying our
magical moments together on a continuous loop.
Thank you Nick for such an incredible tour and for taking the time to make your fans and I feel loved and special. You are truly a class act.
