There were plenty of minivans ( and a surprising number of limos) outside this late evening teen fest, and but a few minutes after the 7 p.m. sharp starting time, the floor was filled with shrieking, glow-stick waving juniors and their some-sighing, some-singing parents.

Those who somehow made it through the traffic were greeted by the bare stage ballet of Lindsay Pagano and her tow backup dancers. Though the songs were unfamiliar, they were pleasantly soulful, but at time prematurely sexual, especially considering the young,impressionable crowd - who loved (and shrieked) nearly every minute of it!

After an ad for Aaron's forthcoming pay-per-view special (which elicited even more shrieks every time Carter's face lit up on the three big screens) came the quarter-sized quintet known as Dream (or was the "scream"?) Street. Offering pseudo-angst-y songs from the soundtrack Pokemon 200 and likening the love to a "Sugar Rush", these handsome little (emphasis on little) devils poured the choregraphed saccharine on thick, but the everscreaming crowd just ate it up.

Everytime one of the openers even mentioned their host's name, the screaming grew louder, but nothing could outdo the communal wail the erupted as the younger musical Carter brother - the elder being Backstreet Boy Nick - took the fortess of solitude-set stage in a vinyl and Flocatti outfit, topped with hair as frozen and spiky as the false icicles that hung from the multi-tiered stage railings.

As much as some of the parents (and critics) felt out of place, even Aaron's dance team seemed at odds with their own demographic. From an uncredited ( and nearly unbearable) cover of "Imagine", to the introduction of the hand jive for the already covered "I Want Candy" (see The Strangeloves and Bow Wow Wow), to the ultra-hip costume choice of Che Guevara tee-shirt, Master Carter and the boys (and girls) tried to pass off things they were not even alive for, as their own.

Other odd covers included The Jets "Crush on You" and "Oh, Sherry" by former Journey frontman Steve Perry.

Aside from the poor attempt at Lennon-esque pathos, the musical selections were bouncy (especially appropriately titled "Bounce") and quite catchy, at least when they could be heard over the incessant shrieking.

Unfortunately, occasional gaps in the wireless mike delievery and some lackluster attempts at passion made for a rather flat show. Flat musically that is. However, despite the multiple costume changes and high-flying set pieces, Aaron soon found himself having to ask his fans to scream!

Be careful what you ask for, Aaron.

Good Youngster: I was very disappointed in the Aaron Carter concert review. The breaks in the microphone were not under his control. Yes, he missed a few lines here and there, but you have to remember his is a 14-year-old boy doing a concert all by himself. I don't think people give him the respect he should get.

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