Pairing: Joey and Nick
Words: blight; feeble; songwriter; kidnap
All in all, it was just another awards party, much the same as any other, with an endless supply of alcohol, false compliments and press coverage. Backstreet had survived them innumerable times before, and really, once you got past the barrage of questions about AJ, it was nothing different than anything that had gone before.
It was really only Nick who was making something more out of it.
He'd written a song for their last album. The album that hadn't won tonight. The first thing that had gotten the official Backstreet seal of approval. And no one really seemed to notice, or care.
He could come up with a million reasons why. Feeble ones, since he didn't know the real reasons, but reasons nonetheless. It wasn't a popular song, the album hadn't won, it was rarely about the music and usually about the artist, and therefore AJ would be getting more attention than the rest of them unless one of them did something really impressively bad or good... lots of reasons.
Didn't help the mild depression he felt. He just wished someone that mattered would notice somehow. Even if they came up to him and said, "Carter, you're a fucking lousy songwriter, and should stick to trying to correctly mouth the words to the songs on your albums that are worth singing because the one you wrote is a fucking blight on the face of pop music," even that would be better than no attention at all.
And gee, boy, wasn't he a pathetic example of what overexposure to media attention at an early age could do to someone?
"Chris, give that back or I swear I will kidnap your fucking TV and hold it for ransom!"
A body careened into his, and Nick braced automatically, used to rough-housing with AJ and Brian.
"Oh, hey, Nick, sorry," the other man said to him. Nick recognized Joey, and stepped back as soon as he'd gotten his balance. "Chris was being a shit."
"No problem."
Joey grinned at him, and turned to scan the crowd for his vanishing prey. "Too bad your guys' album lost the award. But, y'know, that song you wrote, it really stank so you had to kinda be expecting it."
Nick pushed him away. "Yeah, well, NSYNC sucks."
Joey flipped him off cheerfully, and stalked away toward Chris. Nick grinned and wondered if he could get away with dumping ice down Kevin's pants.
-the end-
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