|Bow chicka wow wow.|
The second opening act was 98 Degrees. I know next to nothing about 98 Degrees. I do know who Nick Lachey is, sort of, and some of their songs sounded vaguely familiar, but my friend Abigail and I used the 98 Degrees time to take a bathroom break, get a drink, and rest up for the two hours of screaming to come.
I'd thought about learning some 98 Degrees songs before the concert, but I wisely decided that I shouldn't get emotionally involved with yet another boy band, for the sake of my mental health. With the emotional upheaval caused by Kevin returning to the Backstreet Boys, I just can't take the stress.
Here's what I noticed about 98 Degrees: Three of the guys were ruggedly handsome, boy-band-looking guys. Then there was this guy. Who is this guy? He doesn't look boy-bandish at all. He looks like Nick Lachey's accountant:
|Here are those numbers you wanted, Mr. Lachey.|
I'm sorry, Mrs. Jimmy Jo Jo. And I'm sorry, Nick Lachey's real accountant. I'm sure you're attractive.
After Nick Lachey and two other handsome guys and the accountant left the stage, it was time for NKOTB. They had everything. Lasers and smoke and flames and giant balloons falling from the sky and pieces of the stage that lifted up during "Hangin' Tough." And, of course, abs.
|Oh, no! Donnie accidentally ripped his shirt! Again!|
But the most amazing part of the concert was this:
Jon sang by himself. Twice.
If you're not a New Kids fan, you don't care. If you are a New Kids fan, you're not even reading this anymore because you're lying on the floor hyperventilating because you know this is the biggest event to ever happen in our lifetime. And your pus-filled boils have all healed.
|OH!! MY!!! GOD!!!!!|
*I'm sure that's not his real name. But it could be.