*26 years later  1999*

"Jo!!! Get down here or you’ll be late!!!" Rose called to her daughter.

"Okay, okay!!" Josephine yelled over her Backstreet Boys CD.

"Come on Joey!!!! I actually wanna see this concert!!!" Cassandra, Jo’s best friend, whined. Just then Jo appeared at the top of the steps.

Jo was wearing a maroon spaghetti strap shirt, dark blue jeans and ADIDAS sneakers. Her long dark brown hair was freely flowing over her bare shoulders. Cassie was wearing a short black skirt, a ¾ sleeved, grey shirt, and chunky, black platforms.

"Thank you!" Cassie said, throwing her hands in the air like she’d just won an award.

"Shut up, I’m only 5 minutes late. Come on," Jo said, dragging Cassie out the door. "Bye Mom!" She called over her shoulder.

"We’re taking my car, it can go faster than yours," Cassie decided. Joey nodded and then got into Cassandra’s dark blue Firebird.

They got to the Orlando Arena in 20 minutes. They had about 10 minutes until the Backstreet Boys’ concert started so they walked around the arena.

"You know…I still think that you’re Howie’s twin," Cassie said as she gazed at a picture of Howie Dorough.

"Not a chance. Sure, I look like him and we have the same birthday, but we have different parents," Jo stated.

"I still think you’re his long lost sister or something," Cassandra smiled as she looked over Joey’s shoulder.

"What are you staring at?" Jo questioned Cassie.

"Howie’s behind you, why don’t we just ask him?" Cassie suggested as Jo turned around. "Howie, could you come over here for a second?" Cassie asked with a grin. There we no other fans in that area, so he walked over to them.

"Hey ladies. What’s up?" Howie asked with a wink.

"I’m Cassandra. Nothing’s up, except that I think you and Josephine are twins."

"Who’s Josephine?" Howie asked with a confused look on his Puerto Rican face.

"I am. Sorry about that, Cassie is crazy," Joey explained.

"I am not! You two look exactly alike and you have the same birthday!" Cassie blurted out.

"If you’re my sister, I don’t remember you. Why don’t we just go ask my mom and straighten this all out, she’s in the audience tonight," Howie said pulling out two backstage passes. "Take these and meet me after the show in the room with the big pool table. For now, Cassandra, Josephine, go enjoy the show. I’ll see you later." Howie then took off down a long corridor.

"Wow! I hope I am right, that way we can stay even longer backstage!" Cassie giggled

"Thanks for being crazy Cassie! You just scored us backstage passes! Come on, lets go see the show like Howie told us to," Jo said, pushing Cassie to their seats.