I want to start by telling you a secret. When I was a little boy growing up in Boota, Colombia, I dreamed of being a pop star. I would stand in the middle of the bathroom, right in front of the mirror, holding a hairbrush, pretending that I was in the middle of my soldout world tour.At the very least, I wanted to be the seventh member of Ree, or the sixth Backstreet Boy. Uh, the one that gets to stand at the end and doesn't have to do very much, but still gets to be part of the group. But when I realized th ...