| To JC To JC, the one who taught me to shave, We've known each other since the Mickey Mouse Club. We were five years apart. Even so, I guess you could say that you took me under your wing and showed me around and taught me the basics. Whether it was singing, or your sucky pickup lines. You taught me everything. Why'd you befriend me? You were almost eighteen and I was twelve. Did you need something to achieve? Whatever your reasons were, I thank you. You taught me everything that I know. Especially about music. Music. That was your passion. That was your love. And you made me want it too. You made me love it. How you did it, I don't know. But you gave me that same passion for music, for writing, anything that has to do with music, you gave me a crave for it. I could always go to you when I had an idea for a song. And you always gave me a positive response. You never brought me down. You always got me out of trouble when I did something wrong. You really were like a dad. The nickname fit you greatly. No matter what anyone says, it was my fault that we broke up. I know that the others probably blame themselves. But I know that it was because of my stupidity. Don't blame yourself. Nobody needs to blame themselves. JC, I'm sorry. I really am. The last words I said to you were... 'I hope you rot in hell.' I never meant that. I want you to forgive me. I love you like my brother. You said that we might as well stop singing, because of my daughter, and I told you that I hated you. I'm so sorry. I had nothing else to do, nothing else to say. I couldn't just agree. So I left. I gave up. I was stubborn. Nobody ever heard of me again did they? I find that good. Josh, I've known you longer than the other guys. You know more about me than them. So, I'm not gonna bother explaining this letter. You know what it means. I love you. Thank-you for all that you have done for me. Your old band mate, Justin Timberlake |