| Track Three (Not that kind of girl) 1998 Amanda walked through the solitary corridor, thankful and yet saddened that it would be her last time as a student to wander through it. She knew she’d miss everyone especially the music teacher who’d taught her most of what she knew musically. Jessica, the sophomore, junior and senior cheer-whore, she’d miss because she’d learned whom she’d never become. She’d miss the high school drama all together. She’d promised her music teacher, Ms. Pizarro, that she’d stopped by after graduation to say goodbye. After all, Ms. Pizarro had been her mentor, the person who’d made her realize that she had talent. The talent of song. Amanda wanted to keep her promise, even if it made her late for her departure. After wishing each other luck with their new lives, Amanda made her way out of the school. She’d started to rush out of the school but couldn’t help slowing down and taking everything in, one last time. Shelby Forest High was marked as one of the things she had accomplished on her life checklist. She was ready to depart into her adult life. Her new life. Her cheerleading squad, was one of the hardest things to let go. Her co-captain, Genifur, who’d been in a serious relationship with Julius Ross for three years, yet always found time to gush over her cousin. Sandra, whom couldn’t spell dictionary, if one was thrown at her but was always the first person to count on. Melissa, the drama queen with a sweet smile. Missy, the diva with an attitude. Janet, the motivator of the squad. Beth, the crazy party-girl, who never touched a substance, yet was always high on life. Mindy, the proclaimed nerd of the squad. She would miss all of the girls but it was time to grow up, find her way. She wouldn’t be the captain of the cheerleading squad. She wouldn’t be part of the Spanish Club, Drama Club or the Choir. She would be Amanda Reyes, the tour groupie. ------------------------------------------- Seven men waited patiently or at least trying to be, on the bus. Lance and Chris, playing cards. Joey and Jc lay comfortably on the couch, resting their head on the backrest of the seats as they watched television. Justin and Trace sat at the makeshift dining area, the seat in between them, unoccupied. Each looking at their watches every five minutes during the twenty they’ve been waiting. The last man sat quietly reading the latest issue of Sports Illustrated, while lounging on the other side of the dining area. “Can we go yet?” Lance asked from the back of the bus. “Does it look like we can leave, Lance?” Justin asked. “How long do we have to wait for Hellraiser?” Joey asked next to Jc. “That wasn’t nice, Joe.” Lynn, the tour mom, said from the front of the bus, where she sat with the group of body guards. “Sorry.” Joey apologized only to receive a smirk from Justin. “Can someone call her?” Jc asked as he looked out the window. “Already did. She got caught up in school. Talking I guess.” the man with the magazine responded. Nsync and their tour bus had been sitting in front of the house, for half an hour, having traveled from Orlando all night. “She answered your phone call?” Trace asked astonished. “Of course. Why wouldn’t she?” the man said without bothering to move his eyes from the article he was reading. “I’ve been trying to give her a reason not to answer your phone calls, for years.” Trace mumbled. “Shut up, man.” Justin said elbowing him. “Tell me again why I gave you my family pass so that she could come with us?” Chris asked from the back. “Because you guys love me.” Justin said with angel eyes and a smile to match. “I beg to differ because I gave you my pass for Trace and I don’t love you.” Lance said with a chuckle. “So, you love me instead?” Trace asked with a raised brow causing everyone to laugh. “I don’t love either one of you and I still gave you my pass for Jeremy.” Joey said. “You guys know you love me and my friends, so don’t be frontin. You would’ve said no to my request to stop in Tennessee to pick them up.” Justin stated. “It was more of a whine than a request and like we really had a choice. Crybaby.” Jc said. “My love for that girl is growing slimmer and slimmer by the minute.” Trace said. “And she’s my cousin.” “It’s only been half an hour guys. She’ll be here.” Lynn said. “You need some pointers in how to keep a shorter leash on that girl, Jeremy?” Joey asked with a laugh. “Man, I’m going to get her one of those collars that zaps her every time she’s out of my sight.” Jeremy laughed. “She’s going to whoop your ass when she hears that!!” Justin said pointing a finger at him. “No she’s not cause she’s not here.” Jeremy said getting up and meeting Joey’s high five. “I am here.” Amanda said stepping onto the bus. “The bitch is here!!” “About time!!” came a six part harmony that Jeremy didn’t join. “Be careful with that mouth of yours, Amanda!!” Lynn scolded after the boys finished complaining about Amanda’s lateness. “Sorry, Aunt Lynn.” Amanda apologized as she ignored the hoopla of ohh and ahhs from the boys. “What took you so long?” Justin asked. “The collar that I picked didn’t match my leash.” Amanda said eyeing Jeremy. “Sorry.” Jeremy whispered only to hear a chorus of sorries throughout the bus as they mocked him. A group of laughter followed as Jeremy gave everyone the finger, Amanda rolling her eyes. “You better be.” Amanda said with a glare toward her boyfriend. “Which one of you pigs saved me a seat?” “Right here.” Jeremy said padding the seat next to him. “Right here.” Justin and Trace said in unison, patting the seat between them. “There’s a seat right there on your front porch.” Jc said with a laugh. “Cute, Jc. Don’t fall asleep too deeply, brotha.” Amanda said with an evil glare. “Am I supposed to pick?” Amanda asked her three friends with a raised brow. “Stop threatening the guys, Amanda.” Lynn said. “I’m not threatening at all. Everything I say should be taken very seriously. Jc’s gonna pay for that little stunt he pulled at Lou’s house last month, Aunt Lynn.” Amanda said with a sweet innocent smile. “It wasn’t a stunt. You looked like you needed to freshen up a bit.” Jc said with a shrug. “So you throw me into the pool? You’re such a rectum.” Amanda smirked. “Don’t sleep.” “Come sit with your boyfriend.” Jeremy said with a smile that never failed to melt her heart. “Yeah right. You’ve had her for yourself all these years, bro. She’s gonna sit with us.” Justin said confidently. “Right, Jojo?” “Can’t do it, boys.” Amanda said. “Can’t pick.” “Why not?” Justin and Trace asked. “Yeah, why not?” Jeremy asked. “Will you guys, shut up!! Sit down, Hellraiser so we can get this puppy rolling out of great ol’ Shelby Forest.” Chris said from the back. “Who you telling to shut up?” Jeremy said. “You better not sleep tonight either, little man.” “So scared.” Chris said sarcastically while pretending to shiver. “He’s gonna whoop yo ass, Chris!! Don’t say I didn’t warn you” Justin said to Chris with a laugh. “That’s twice he said that, Lynn. You haven’t yelled at him.” Joey whined. “Not fair at all. He’s the baby.” “The baby will hear my mouth in private.” Lynn said giving Justin a look of warning. “Ha!!” Chris said. “Whatever!!” Justin said. “Come sit already, Jojo.” “Yeah, Manda. I want to go already before dad and Aunt Lily come out here and change their minds about letting us go.” Trace said with a whine. “Do you want some cheese to go with that wine, little cousin? You guys are acting like I’m holding you up. The guy isn’t even done loading half of Trace’s crap on the bus. And I’m going to sit over in the front with Lonnie and the big boys, instead.” “That’s a smart idea, Amanda.” Lynn said with a smile to the three disappointed boys. “I’m a smart girl, Aunt Lynn.” Amanda said giving her friends a wave of her middle finger. “Saw that, Amanda.” Lynn said causing an encore of the ohh and ahh from the boys. The bus did head out of Shelby Forest, half an hour later, everyone quieted down, relaxing for their long ride to New York. It would be the starting point of the Nsync promotional tour. After spending a year in Europe, being what critics had dubbed “The New Beatles”, they were finally home. Amanda couldn’t be prouder of the group. The concert special, two months before at Disney, had launched them into the celebrity realm they deserved. She would never share how proud she was of them, with them, but she couldn’t help herself. She was proud to call them her friends, her family. It had been a struggle during Amanda and Trace’s senior year convincing their parents to be supportive with the fact that they were going to go on the road with Justin, with Nsync. College would wait a year for her and she would take that year to enjoy her time off. Trace decided that college hadn’t been for him, instead he would take the position of Nsync’s assistant. Having Jeremy, Trace and Justin for months at a time, all at once in her life was a Godsend. --------------------------------------------------------- New York January 31st 2002 The two women walked into the hotel’s penthouse suite, carrying multiple shopping bags. Exhausted after hours of shopping and shivering from the cold weather. The pretty blond let out a grunt as she walked toward the couch located in the living room area of the suite. Hurriedly she took the uncomfortable high heeled boots off, letting out a sigh of relief. (Click on the link to view Britney’s boots.) “I told you not to wear those shoes.” The other girl said, comfortable in her white boots, that she’d gotten as a birthday gift. (Click on the link to view Amanda’s boots.) “Yeah, I should’ve listened, birthday girl!!” The blond let out a laugh. “Just like your man. You don’t listen.” she said as she took a seat on the opposite couch. “Speaking of my man.” the blond said. “Where is he?” “I was with you all day. How would I know where he is?” “You’re his assistant. You always know where he is.” she smirked. “I’m his best friend who goes to college. If he wants to have me on his payroll as his assistant then that’s his business. Trace is the real assistant. You don’t see me running around doing shit for him, do you?” Amanda shrugged. “He sure runs around doing things for you.” Britney mumbled under her breath. “What?” “Nothing. Do you know where he is or not, homegirl?” “You know I hate that term.” Amanda said with a smirk. “He’s downstairs at the gym.” “How did you know where he was Ms. I’m-Not-Justin Timberlake’s-assistant?” Britney questioned with a raised brow. “Shut up. He called me while you were signing autographs down at the lobby.” Amanda said. “Let’s go down there.” “Is Jeremy down there too?” Britney questioned with a raised brow. “Of course.” Amanda said with a smile. “Give me a sec. I have to put shoes on.” Britney said going into the bedroom she shared with her boyfriend. “Whoever gets down there last has to be the other’s maid at the party tonight.” “What are you? Five? And I am so not being your maid. It might be your birthday but it’s also my boyfriend’s and I need to cater to his needs, first and foremost.” “I’m a healthy twenty-one year old, college student, thank you very much. And eww, too much information.” Amanda said with a scrunched-up nose in disgust. “Healthy, huh?” Britney questioned as she finished changing into a comfortable pair of shoes. “Let’s see.” she said shoving Amanda to the side and running ahead of her out of the suite. “Who’s five now? Cheater!!” Amanda said as she ran behind Britney down the hall. “Come on Rob!!” Britney yelled behind her to her bodyguard, as she ran down the hall. Amanda made it to the hotel’s gym two seconds before Britney caught up with her. “Ha!! Beat ya!! Get me towel for my sweat, Merry Maid.” Amanda said walking backwards into the gym, wiping fake sweat of her brow. “What are you doing, babe?” Jeremy asked as Amanda came in the room followed by Britney. “You cheated.” Britney laughed. “I did not.” Amanda said with a laugh. “I have a maid for the night, do you need anything, Jeremy?” She asked before planting a kiss on Jeremy’s lips. “She’s lying, Jeremy.” Britney assured. “Hey.” Britney said to Justin, who’s expression turned sour at the other couple. “Hey, Pinky.” Justin said quickly removing the sour expression off his face and planting a smile on his lips. Britney didn’t miss it though, just like she hadn’t missed any of the other times, for the past three years. “What are you girls up to?” “Just got back from shopping.” Britney said putting her arms around his neck and placing a soft kiss on his lips. “What did you get?” Jeremy asked Amanda, as he sat on a bench, pulling her on top of his lap. “I just got some jeans. Brit got the whole store though.” Amanda laughed. “Some of the stuff was free, though. I can’t say no to free.” Britney said, her arms around Justin’s neck and her head resting on his chest. “Of course not. I got us some bed linens and stuff too for the new apartment, Jeremy.” Amanda said. “You know you shouldn’t have, Amanda.” Jeremy said kissing her neck. “It’s your birthday, you should be out buying yourself things. We can get stuff for the apartment when we get home.” “I’m going for a shower.” Justin said abruptly, leaving the room before anyone had a chance to say anything. “What’s wrong with him?” Amanda asked Britney. “Who knows.” Britney shrugged. “I’ll see you guys, later.” “Okay.” Amanda said as Britney walked out of the room to meet Rob. “That was odd. Do you think there’s something going on?” “I don’t think so. We were fine just before you girls came in here. We were talking about the party tonight. We finished lifting, anyway.” Jeremy shrugged. “Do you have an hour to spare for your man, before you get even more beautiful for tonight?” “Of course, silly.” Amanda said. “Let’s go to the room. I’ve been waiting for your sexy behind all day.” Jeremy whispered in her ear. “Yes, sir.” Amanda said with a giggle. “We should check on Justin on our way, though.” “Justin is a big boy, Amanda. He’s got Britney and your cousin if he needs something.” Jeremy said not slowing his trail down her neck. “Where is Trace anyway?” “Somewhere with Chris, I think.” Jeremy shrugged “Come on, let’s go upstairs, I want you.” “Well, when you put it that way.” Amanda said with a smile as she followed him out of the gym. ------------------- After the party (4:03 am) Justin and Amanda tip-toed down the suite’s hallway, each trying to make as little noise as possible. Britney and Jeremy were peacefully asleep in the rooms from which each had descended. Justin had asked Amanda to meet him after they’d all had gotten to the penthouse, mentioning that he wanted to give her last birthday present. Trace was undoubtedly passed out in his room, after having a grand old time at the party with several elite Hollywood actresses. “Is Jeremy asleep?” Justin whispered as Amanda approached him in the dark suite. “Yeah.” Amanda whispered. “Why are we whispering?” “I don’t know. I guess you’re supposed to whisper when you’re in the dark.” Justin said with a loud laugh, clearly drunk. “Who told you that?” she whispered. “You’re still whispering.” Justin laughed as they walked toward the stairs heading to the second floor of the suite. “You’re still drunk.” she stated with a laugh of her own. “Yeah a little.” Justin said as he tripped on the bottom step, causing both of them to laugh loudly. “Shhh, you’re gonna wake up the peoples.” “The peoples? You’re so drunk.” Amanda said as she took a seat on the couch located in the TV room. “So are you.” Justin pointed as he threw himself on the sofa across from her. “I’m not so drunk anymore. I worked it off.” Amanda said wiggling her brows. “Spare me the details, Jojo.” Justin said with a roll of his eyes. “So what else did you get me?” Amanda asked. “The boots, the necklace and the bonus on my check this month, was enough, you know.” “The boots were picked out by B, the necklace, my mother helped with and the bonus was because Trace wanted a raise and it was only fair that I give you one too.” Justin smiled. “Thanks a lot, homeboy. Glad you could think of a gift on your own.” Amanda said with a huff. “I did.” Justin said lifting the gift bag he had carried upstairs, to her. “It’s right here.” “What is it?” Amanda asked looking at the gift bag skeptically. “Why don’t you open it and see, homegirl.” Justin said handing her the bag. “Did Jeremy help with this one?” Amanda asked sarcastically. “I don’t need Jeremy’s help, Jojo.” Justin snapped. “Not when it comes to you. Or anything. Ever.” “Geez, it was a joke.” Amanda said. “Not funny.” “What’s up with you anyway? You were being a jerk at the party tonight.” “I was not.” “Yes you were.” “You should talk, you were on Jc’s case all night.” “I was not.” “Dumping a glass of champagne on him wasn’t very nice.” “Throwing me in a pool, fully dressed isn’t nice either.” “That was years ago, Jojo.” “Payback’s a bitch.” “Tell me about it.” Justin huffed. “Are you opening your gift or not?” “You know I only got you that watch, right? I’m a poor student.” “You didn’t need to get me anything. I already have everything I need.” Justin said. “Open it.” “I wonder what it could be.” Amanda said shaking the bag. “I wonder.” Justin mocked. “A ‘Celebrity’ cd?” Amanda asked with a raised brow. “It’s autographed.” “Are you kidding?” “No, it really is.” “You gave me an autographed copy of your cd? Are you serious?” “Yeah.” “You’re so thoughtful.” Amanda said sarcastically. “Have you ever listened to that cd?” “Do the Lakers make it to the play-offs every year?” “Seriously, have you ever listened to it. Like really paid attention to the lyrics?” “Yeah, I guess.” “You guess?” “Is there a point to this drunken conversation, Justin?” “Just listen to the cd, Jojo.” “Okay. You got me something from Tiffany’s? What is it?” she asked lifting the jewelry box out of the gift bag. “Why are you asking me? Open it.” “Wow.” Amanda said when she saw the bracelet that was inside the sky blue box. (Click here to see the bracelet) “Do you like it?” Justin asked rubbing the sleep from his eyes “Wow. Thanks Justin. It’s beautiful.” Amanda said. “Put it on me.” “Come over here. I’m too drunk to make sudden moves. Like walking.” “Lazy ass.” Amanda joked before she took the bracelet and handed it to him. “You know Jeremy is going to be jealous when he sees this.” “So what.” “You do know that!!” she said pointing her finger that was attached to her newly occupied wrist. “You got me something really expensive so Jeremy would be jealous.” “Why would you say something like that?” Justin asked. “Because lately you’ve been acting funny.” “No I haven’t.” “Yeah you have.” “Like when?” “Like today at the gym. You just got up and left. What happened to you?” “I needed to take a shower.” “You do know that you can talk to me, right?” “Of course I know that but there’s nothing to talk about.” Justin shrugged. “So you like your bracelet?” “Yeah, it’s beautiful. Thank you again.” she said playing with it once she sat back down, this time next to him. “Did you see the charms on it?” “No, Justin I overlooked it.” she teased. “Of course I saw them. A heart and a key.” “Do you know what they mean?” “You’re the drunk one, Justin, not me.” Amanda laughed. “I’m just making sure you know what it means.” “It means I hold the key to someone’s heart.” “Yeah.” “Jeremy’s gonna hate the fact that it’s from Tiffany’s and you spent so much money, but he’ll be happy to know that you were thinking of us when you bought it for me.” Amanda said sweetly, before giving Justin a hug and a loud kiss on his cheek. “What?” Justin asked in shock. “I said Jeremy is going to…” “I heard what you said. Jojo that’s not….” Justin started to say only to be interrupted. “J, come to bed.” Britney whined coming up the stairs. “How about you get me a cup of hot chocolate, Merry Maid?” Amanda asked getting up and looking at Britney. “How about it’s way past midnight and I don’t have to keep getting you drinks?” Britney smirked before yawning. “Damn.” Amanda said with a chuckle. “I’m going to bed too, see you guys tomorrow.” “Good night.” Britney said. “who gave you the bracelet, homegirl?” “Stop calling me that. Isn’t it pretty? My best friend is so thoughtful.” Amanda gushed before heading toward her room, where she left Jeremy passed out. “He certainly is.” Britney mumbled. “Huh?” Justin asked. “Nothing.” Britney said with a smile as she walked over to him and took Amanda’s abandoned spot. “You coming to bed?” “I’ll be down in a minute.” Justin said kissing her nose tenderly. “I’m going to call room service so they could bring aspirins and beer with our breakfast.” “Okay, but don’t take too long. Get me some strawberries please.” “Sure babe.” “Thanks.” Britney said getting up. “I love you.” “Ditto.” Justin said with a wink, before he watched his girlfriend walk down the stairs to their bedroom. ---------------------------- Not that kind of girl (Remix #1) I wished you would of met Ms. Pizarro. She was so cool, calm and collected. I think she was probably my favorite teacher in Millington. She will definitely be mentioned on my thanks you’s for my album. It’s funny how this whole memoirs thing we’re doing reminds me of an episode of One Tree Hill. I don’t know if you ever saw that show when it was on but there was an episode where all the students at Tree Hill High, created a video time capsule. In the show everyone recorded their biggest issues and drama on those time capsule shots, thinking that in fifty years they could reveal it, instead it was released for everyone to see. I guess that’s what we’re doing here, only in a written format. For those of you who saw that episode. Don’t worry I won’t show you my boobs like Brooke Davis did. (I’m not very blessed in that department, anyway.) Did you ever wonder where the parents of the kids from One Tree Hill were? Other than asshole Dan (Lucas and Nathan Scott’s father) and Karen (Lucas’ mom), you didn’t really see much, if not at all, of the parents. Do you ever think about how fake that is? Well let me tell you that it happens in real life. It happened to me, so I know what I’m talking about. When I was eighteen years old, I picked up my belongings and went on the road with Nsync. No parents.(except for Lynn, who decided that year that they guys didn’t need a mommy anymore) No rules. Jeremy, Trace, Justin and I were free. It was like being away on spring break a million times over. We had so much fun those months. Justin was always working but we always found time to spend with each other. Even if it meant sharing a hotel room with three boys, I did it. (Don’t get the wrong idea with that one) Justin was always so tired the next day, on that tour. Poor baby. (We didn’t force him to stay up till all hours of the night.) I know you’re wondering why Jc and I don’t get along. Let me explain something to you, so that you don’t hate me. (I know you probably love him as much as you love Timberlake) Jc and I are cool and you’re reading too much into this. We have been playing pranks on each other since we met. He’s like a big brother, I never wanted and I love him for it. Does that make you not wonder about the pool or the champagne incident? It’s all in fun. Trust me. I would like to take this opportunity to point out that I didn’t pick Jeremy over Justin and Trace that time. (like I said, just pointing that out to ya.) Also, in Jeremy’s defense, since he’s not here to defend himself, let me just say that Jeremy wasn’t as big of an asswipe as Lynn makes him out to be. I don’t blame her, though. Every story needs a bad guy. I should also tell you that I attended the University of Southern California (with Jeremy) and that I graduated with a masters in business. Will I ever use any of the skills I learned? Probably not but college was fun. Another thing off my checklist. I am willing to bet you didn’t think I was friends with Britney Spears, huh? I bet you thought I would despise her because of what you think she did to Justin, huh? Well I don’t. Reason? Because I know what really went down between them and you don’t. (at least not yet) I still talk to her from time to time. That is when Justin’s not around, he says it brings back too many feelings. (He’s such a cry baby.) The ‘Celebrity’ tour was the only tour that I wasn’t a part of much because of school. The ‘No Strings Attached’ and ‘Popodyssey’ were probably my favorites. Let me just tell you, that keeping secrets (i.e. my best friend is Justin Timberlake) from my college friends was a struggle. Which is partially why Jeremy and I moved off campus. I had to make sure to walk at least a hundred feet behind or in front of the guys. Years of watching and being around them taught me a few tricks in the paparazzi realm. So about a hundred feet away, Jeremy and I blended as part of the crowd, never part of the crew. No one knew who we were and I liked it that way. Trace hated the cameras but always ended up in pictures because he never listens to me either. The whole world knows him now, so I guess it didn’t matter. The whole world knows me now, too but for completely different reasons. I must say that I can’t remember a better birthday party than the one Justin and I had for our twenty first. Justin went all out, renting a club and inviting half of Hollywood. We were all so drunk that night but I do remember having a good time. In my opinion that was the bash of the year and it was only the end of January. Trace argues that his twenty first birthday bash was better. It was a big bash but it wasn’t like ours. No way. Our definitely takes the cake. (no pun intended) Hey Lynn, I’m feeling a little defensive here. I feel like I have to explain myself to you on this track, overly so. Let me just tell you that the money that Justin gave me every month is still safely in a savings account. I’ve never touched it. Not even once. I have this ongoing joke with him that if he ever goes bankrupt (he has a things with buying cars) he can live off the saving’s account I have. The only reason I accepted his money was because he insisted. If you knew Justin like I know him, you’d take it too. He can be extremely annoying when he has his mind set on something. (so much that you’d seriously contemplate suicide.) Did you think I was a gold digger? You did, didn’t you? I assure you, I’m not that kind of girl. Trace on the other hand is loaded but he’s also Justin’s bitch, so he should be paid. (I love my cousin.) I bet you the next question in your mind is, where did she get money? Well I haven’t mentioned this (and it’s probably the only time I will) but my dad, whom I haven’t seen since I was six owns a WNBA team. Crazy huh? To think that I wanted to do the same thing. Looking back now I think I wanted to own an WNBA team because it would somehow get me closer to my dad. I was wrong. The only thing that I see from my father is those three thousand dollar checks he sends every month, and I think I’m okay with that. I am okay with that. Change of subject. Something else that I need to get justified (no pun intended, again) is that I was clueless. How was I supposed to know what the bracelet signified? In the real world, people use words. Justin doesn’t live in the real world, half the time. Don’t blame him for that though, the only real world he knew was from the day he was born until he was about twelve and went to the Mickey Mouse Club. He’s been in celebrity world since then. I still wear the bracelet all the time. And I did listen to that cd repeatedly. I didn’t figure out Justin wanted me to listen and pay close attention to track seven. You know the one, ‘Tell me, tell me, baby, how come you don't wanna love me’. Yeah. I just recently paid attention to that song while on my way to a recoding session with Mr. Timberlake himself. Oh and yeah we were born on the same day but we DO NOT think the same way. He’s a sneaky one, I won’t even get into half the songs on Justified that he’s nuts for putting out there. If you have been paying attention to me at all, you’ll see that I referred to Aunt Lynn as just Lynn. (It’s a little weird now) By the way, I have to mention that sex with Jeremy Owens, star quarterback of USC Trojans, was great!! (But I didn’t know any better, then.) Not that kind of guy (Remix #2) I wish you could’ve met Ms. Pizarro too. She was hot and I remember every single one of those vocal lessons she gave me when I was younger. Where did the One Tree Hill analogy come from? I remember that episode that she’s talking about. (she has the DVD box set that she likes to play all the time) I must agree with her when she says that this whole thing has the ‘time capsule’ feel to it. No, really. I MUST agree because she’s giving me the look again. Jojo wasn’t lying when she said she wasn’t blessed in the ‘ta-ta’ department. But wait, don’t get all feminist on me. I have to say that I am happily content in ‘her’ department. I visit that department pretty often, actually. It’s become a favorite pastimes. (I’m a pig and you love it.) Amanda described the beginning of my career as her freedom. Not to sound unappreciative of you (a fan of mine) or anything but it was everything but free. My career has been a bankruptcy so to speak. The only thing I gained was having my friends with me and money in my bank account. I lost every sense of ‘freedom’ I had at sixteen. When we were touring in Europe it was all together different. We were followed by cameras and did interviews out the ass but when we came home to the states, we were normal guys. I was able to go to the mall with Amanda, Trace and Jeremy and my only worries ranged from what kind of food to get from the mall’s food court to what color Nike’s to get. Those were the days of my ‘freedom’. By the time I was seventeen I couldn’t step outside my own home, to take the garbage out. (my mother has always kept me grounded. Despite what Amanda says about my ‘celebrity’ world) I’m asking that you please don’t get the wrong idea. I enjoyed what I did, what I do and I loved it then and I love it now. I’m just trying to differentiate Amanda’s freedom with mine. Going through the lawsuit bullshit we went through was a scary. I felt like it was the end of my life at one point. But I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you all for your support through all of it. That one millisecond when I thought that it was over for us, as a group, I reprimanded myself. I was wrong it wouldn’t have been the end of my life because I had my family, the guys, my friends and I had her in my life.(Did I just get sappy? I believe I’ve been spending too much time with Lance. He’s such a girl, with all the sensitive shit.) So with all of that how would my life be over? My life was complete and I was lucky to have a nice bonus, I was (am) a ‘celebrity’. ‘No Strings Attached’ was a whole new galaxy of fame for us. You remember how crazy it was. How you bought over a million albums in one day. (Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for that. I mean it.) All the hype that surrounded us was wild. But do you know what I remember and treasure the most about that album, that day? I remember the pure unadulterated look of pride that she gave me before giving me the biggest hug I’ve ever gotten in my adult life. That’s what I remember. That’s what I treasure the most. My friends are ‘MY’ everything. This ‘time capsule’ has given me lots of opportunities to call Amanda on her bullshit and I love it. Let me just say that I’m just so happy that she didn’t pick Jeremy’s empty seat over Trace’s and mine. It’s a fucking seat, A SEAT. Who cares? The biggest choice should have been made years before that. Full of shit I tell ya. Full of it. In Jeremy’s defense? Screw him!! (I really want to say the four letter word, but Jojo says I use it too much.) I’ve been dreading the time when Lynn brings up Britney. And what do you know? she did!! And now I have to talk about it. Where should I start? The beginning, huh? Infatuation. That word alone describes my feelings toward Ms. Britney Spears. I was infatuated with that girl since the moment I heard her singing with Christina (Aguilera, who by the way wasn’t that cute when we were twelve. But that looks ‘bangable’ now, I must say.) backstage at the Mickey Mouse Club. She became a fixation that I chose to maintain for years in order to ignore my heart. I’m not going be economical with the truth (another way of saying: lie) and say that I didn’t loved her because that would be a huge fib. I did love her and in some ways I always will. She was always there for me too, ya know. she was my best friend too. For that reason I feel bad for what I did to her and Amanda. I’m sure that no matter what I tell you about how, sweet, loyal, tender, loving and funny Britney is, you’ll still have your own opinions of her. I’m to blame for your negative thoughts, I know. I was a complete ass and you should know that. That’s right, I’m not afraid to admit I was wrong. (most of the time) I was wrong for making you think she betrayed me. I was wrong for making a video simply for your speculation, you know the one. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Amanda is wrong too, for thinking that she can only talk to B, when I’m not around. I know they’re still friends and I’m okay with that. I’m going to change the subject right now before ‘too many feelings’ are let out. I am one hundred percent sure that Lynn will be writing more about Britney and I won’t be able to dodge the situation like I just did. So let’s prolong the Britney thing a little longer. (by the way, the Christina comment I made was because someone, can’t stand her.) Our birthday bash was the best one? Shit, I thought it fucking sucked. At least the end of it did. I got drunk, made out with my girlfriend and then got my heart ripped out at the end of the night. so I don’t agree that it was ‘the best’ birthday. She should have listened to track ten on the ‘Celebrity’ album too cause that’s exactly what she was that night. Selfish. Have I complained enough about Jeremy being a big issue, I mean, part of this ‘time capsule’? I don’t think I have. So consider this my complaint. What the fuck? Hey, Lynn can we have a track that doesn’t involve Jeremy Owens? I’d really appreciate it. (This is me giving Lynn a sexy smile.) By the way, I have to mention that sex with Britney Spears, pop princess, was great too!! How you like them apples, Jojo? (Of course you know better now, you know Timbersnake.) |