Ok, so this blog isn't as naughty as the title leads it on to be, but I just had to blog my experience last night.
Who would've thought that you'd find me screaming on top of my lungs when the Backstreet Boys came on stage. It was 9:00 pm and we had been at Acer Arena since half past 6. So when the house lights finally dimmed, I felt compelled to scream as loud as I can. I didn't feel the least bit embarrassed since everyone else started screaming too. The house was full of BSB fanatics. I even saw a pair of blondes wearing butt-skimming shorts with the words "Backstreets' Back" written all over the back side -- I'm pretty sure the pun was intended. All through the one and a half hour show, I was singing and dancing to tracks I obsessed with through out high school. Sure the boys looked different, especially without Kevin. But they still sounded the same as before. I was surprised they still energised the stage with their dance moves considering the guys are around their 3rd decade mark.
When they came to Manila 14 or 15 years ago, I sure wanted to go and see them perform live. Being in high school then, I didn't have the cash to buy the concert tickets, much less plane tickets to fly out to Manila. I'm sure as hell mum and dad wouldn't give me the money just to see some boys wiggle their ass on stage. I swore if ever I had the chance to catch them, I wouldn't miss it. Fast forward to February 2008 and I'm now 23 turning on 24 in a few months. I wasn't as ecstatic as I was back then but you could say I needed "closure". So I screamed as loud as I can, danced as hard as my heels could stand and sing every single bloody word of their songs. I walked out of Acer Arena, with a huge grin on my face thinking to myself, "Damn that felt good."
