Author’s Note: I have warm, fuzzy feelings when I think about each Backstreet Boy. This will be part of an ongoing series which covers first impressions of the boys.
1996. The year I became a fan. I can tell you that this wasn’t the year that I fell head over heels for Nick Carter. Nick and I are 8 years, 8 months and 2 days apart. He’s the youngest member of the Backstreet Boys and he was my least favorite member for the longest time. Sure, I loved him like I loved the others but I just didn’t get what the big deal was. Why did every girl fawn over this kid? Even if I was still a kid myself, I personally liked tall, dark and old as dirt…sorry Kev.
I have been a Backstreet Boys fan since 1997. I had all the VHS tapes, I recorded every appearance they made on tv. I even camped out for tickets for their Into the Millennium tour. I carried my imaginary Backstreet Boys Fan Card with PRIDE. I made sure everyone knew I loved Brian.