““I can come to your place." "I don't think that's a good idea," I'd said... "You don't want me to see where you live? What are you hiding over there? Another boy band?" "Yes. You've found me out. I've got the Backstreet Boys in the attic." He paused for a second and then began to laugh. "The Backstreet Boys? How old are you again?" "Shut up, Hayes." "You sure you don't have the Monkees over there as well?" "I'm hanging up.””
