The last time American teenage pop sensation Backstreet Boys visited Hong Kong, the five lads from Florida staged a mini-concert at a record store, signed autographs and said: 'We are here to get our name around.' Though its debut album Backstreet Boys sold well here and in Europe, the group had only a couple of hits on the British charts and its name remained unfamiliar in the United States.
Fast forward 18 months to Wembley Arena, London. It is almost show time and the stadium is charged with teenage hormones.
Any movement on stage leaves the full-house audience, consisting almost exclusively of young girls, screaming for joy.
By 8.30pm, still no sign of the boys - Nick Carter, Brian Littrell, A.J. McLean, Howie Dorough and Kevin Richardson - and the crowd begins to chant and stomp, causing our seats to vibrate.
It takes another 15 minutes before the band bounces on stage sporting ski suits, goggles and dancing to the throbbing beats. At this point, the deafening scream reaches crescendo, drowning out the music.
This hair-tearing, face-scratching hysterical welcome, however, is a becoming trademark of BSB concerts.