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לא, לא חזרתי.. רק רציתי להראות לכן משהו: (כדאי לכן לקרוא את הכל) Troubled Backstreet Boy A.J. McLean should keep his silky-smooth voice down when making a cellphone call, especially when arguing with the woman he was supposed to marry on Valentines' Day, but didn't. McLean, a prominent member of the multiplatinum Orlando, Fld., boy band that churned out classics such as Quit Playing Games (With my Heart), was spotted making a frantic cellphone call on a West Hollywood Street Feb. 13. As our spy got closer, McLean - whose booze and drug addictions landed him in rehab in the middle of the band's 2001 tour - got louder. "Do you want me to go back to florida?" he asked angrily while leaning up against his shiny black Porsche. "Is that enough f+cking space for you? We don't even live together anymore." Fiancee Sarah Martin, an aspiring singer, was on the other end of the line. McLean, 25, and Martin, 27 were to be married Feb. 14.But as fans of this column read in early February, the wedding had been indefinitely postponed. McLean admitted to cheating on Sarah after she caught him with an Alcoholics Anonymous confidante. From the sound of it, the "postponement" will last awhile. "So you don't want to be with me," McLean continued on his phone, pacing on the Melrose Avenue sidewalk. "Nothing works. I had a horrible time, that's why I left. Don't even f+cking talk to me anymore ... Damn you! You're turning everything into World War III. You just push me more and more." "Because of last night?" McLean asked. "What bad behavior? You didn't see sh+t, and that's the problem. Do you want me to not go to these parties? I can't be right ... You're out of your mind. I go to one stupid f+cking party and look at all this." McLean then noticed passers-by giving him the "what for?" and locked himself in the Porsche, windows closed. He continued the conversation for 20 minutes. When he came out, a Boys fan asked him if he was OK. "I don't know, man," a frantic McLean said. "I was supposed to get married. It's insane. I just got off the phone with her, and I just don't know." McLean then disappeared into the hip clothing store Von Dutch-but had to cut his visit short when Martin called him back, and the argument resumed. Until the wedding, if there is one, it seems that the lovebirds will need a good cellphone calling plan!
לא, לא חזרתי.. רק רציתי להראות לכן משהו: (כדאי לכן לקרוא את הכל) Troubled Backstreet Boy A.J. McLean should keep his silky-smooth voice down when making a cellphone call, especially when arguing with the woman he was supposed to marry on Valentines' Day, but didn't. McLean, a prominent member of the multiplatinum Orlando, Fld., boy band that churned out classics such as Quit Playing Games (With my Heart), was spotted making a frantic cellphone call on a West Hollywood Street Feb. 13. As our spy got closer, McLean - whose booze and drug addictions landed him in rehab in the middle of the band's 2001 tour - got louder. "Do you want me to go back to florida?" he asked angrily while leaning up against his shiny black Porsche. "Is that enough f+cking space for you? We don't even live together anymore." Fiancee Sarah Martin, an aspiring singer, was on the other end of the line. McLean, 25, and Martin, 27 were to be married Feb. 14.But as fans of this column read in early February, the wedding had been indefinitely postponed. McLean admitted to cheating on Sarah after she caught him with an Alcoholics Anonymous confidante. From the sound of it, the "postponement" will last awhile. "So you don't want to be with me," McLean continued on his phone, pacing on the Melrose Avenue sidewalk. "Nothing works. I had a horrible time, that's why I left. Don't even f+cking talk to me anymore ... Damn you! You're turning everything into World War III. You just push me more and more." "Because of last night?" McLean asked. "What bad behavior? You didn't see sh+t, and that's the problem. Do you want me to not go to these parties? I can't be right ... You're out of your mind. I go to one stupid f+cking party and look at all this." McLean then noticed passers-by giving him the "what for?" and locked himself in the Porsche, windows closed. He continued the conversation for 20 minutes. When he came out, a Boys fan asked him if he was OK. "I don't know, man," a frantic McLean said. "I was supposed to get married. It's insane. I just got off the phone with her, and I just don't know." McLean then disappeared into the hip clothing store Von Dutch-but had to cut his visit short when Martin called him back, and the argument resumed. Until the wedding, if there is one, it seems that the lovebirds will need a good cellphone calling plan!
