NOT! Like I could sleep . I slept in one day. This Katherine chick (as one of the local DJs put it so kindly) was slowly rising to popularity. And I got my hair cut. Like, really cut. Up to about my chin, a little more. I was putting in long hours in dancing and singing at the studio, and I was going to do a video soon. In fact there was a meeting schelduled to talk about it. Production meeting they called it. One morning, I got another call from Tim.

"Ugh," I said, pickin up our cordless phone that I had found in the living room under a pillow on the couch. "Hello?" I said.

"Katherine, where are you?" Tim asked. I almost laughed because he sounded like a worried parent.

"Well, you called me," I said to him.

"Oh yeah," he said. "Are you coming this morning?" he asked.

I knew he meant to the production meeting. "Tim, if you would have waited ten minutes you would have had to call because I would be there. Is it me or is someone a little jumpy?" I asked. I think he was excited as I was about making the video.

"Yeah," he confessed.

"Listen," I said. "Hold on and I’ll be there in ten minutes."

"You better," he said. "Bye."

I told him by, and I picked up the keys to my bucket of bolts. I swear once I’ve got the money, I"m going to go get a different car. I don’t even want a new car, just one that doesn’t sound like a dying cat when I turn the key in the ignition.

Sometimes I feel really bad for Tim. He’s probably the most stressed male on the planet. I mean between me and anything pertaining to my still precariously hovering music career and his wife whom I still haven’t met, and their unborn child, his life must be a hell. I’m going to have to do something nice for him. I don’t know what, but I’ll think of something. Send him a plant or something.

So anyways, I got to the studio, and realized I was two minutes away from being late. So I dashed upstairs, and quickly returned the hello’s and hi’s that came in my direction. I scrambled into the meeting room, and meekly sat in one of the chairs. Tim sat there with two people that I didn’t recognize. "Katherine, do you know what time it is?" he said, practicing his "stern parent" voice.

"It’s eight fifty-nine and thirty-five seconds," I said. "I still made it."

"Barely," he said again. "You cut your hair."

"Don't you like it?"

"It's okay," he said critically, and then did a complete one-eighty. "How was that?" he asked.

"Pretty good. You been practicing?" I asked him only half jokingly.

"Okay, okay," he grinned. "Now let’s get down to business." (I told you. With this guy it’s business, business, business...but it sure is a hell of a lot of fun!)

"Alright," I said. "Who’re these people?" I asked. I know that sounded a little rude probably, but right at this point I don’t think they really cared because they were still laughing at me and Tim’s antics.

"Katherine, this is Brad and Jacob. Brad is going to be directing the video, and Jacob is going to be working on the choreography," Tim said. I gave a little groan. I like dancing, but it’s definitely not my favorite thing about this job. We shook hands and said hello.

We went through the story board for the video (the little cartoons actually looked like me!) and I loved it. I fell in love with it in a split second.

Then we talked about various things, since we were basically done and we had the room for another half an hour. Then we got to talking about the dancing. There were going to be five dancers, plus me. Get two more girls, three guys, pair up and have one dance with me. It works. Two more girls...open auditions this afternoon...

"Hey Jacob?" I asked him.

"Yeah?"

"If I had two girls in mind...could you cancel the open audition for girls and just have the one for guys?" I asked him.

"I think that can be arranged. Are these girls good?" he asked me.

I smiled. "Honey, they are HOT."

"Okay, Katherine, pray tell, WHY am I being drug out of bed this early in the morning to do and dance with you?" Jessica asked.

"Because you’ll have fun," I said. "Besides, it’s only eleven in the morning."

"So?" she asked.

"Pleeeeeease?" I asked. "I’ll be your best friend."

"No dice. You already are my best friend. But okay," she said.

I stopped in front of the studio, and scanned the parking lot finding Melissa’s car there. I sighed in relief. It was there, unmoving and looked to be so. Unfortunately, that meant that Jessica and I were late late late. I led her downstairs to where the dance studios were concealed, and opened the door to the one we were going to be in (or at least the one that I thought we were going to be in).

Fortunately, I was right. But I got one of those "looks" from Jacob that said "You're-late-and-you-will-pay-for-that".

I cringed under his watchful eye, and said, "I'm sorry. I had to drag Jessica out of bed, and she wouldn't come."

Jacob still looked at me carefully. "Okay, Jacob, why don't you just slip me onto a slide and put me under a microscope?"

"Nah. I'm just kidding," he said. "I'm gonna work with you three for about an hour, then we get an hour for lunch. Then we're going to work for another hour, and then you're going to go and work for a couple more hours, and then your going to go and work with the male finalists. There's twelve of them, and we have to narrow it down to three. Katherine, since it's call backs for your video, you're going to be expected to talk a little bit before we get that started. Is that okay?"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh yeah. Impromptu speeches are my specialty."

"Okay, okay," Jacob said. After that we started going right into working on the dance. It was incredibly high energy, and for the first couple times I had trouble keeping up. Then we broke it down, took it slower, and after that I was doing okay. I was just going to have to keep working at it, because eventually I would have to be able to sing it at the same time. Whew!

An hour later, I could dance to the first verse and chorus. I was even kind of singing it under my breath, just so I knew how hard to push it. I was getting kind of dizzy and light-headed, but lunch was coming. Pretty soon we were done, and Jessica, Melissa, and I were seated in the cafeteria at Jive.

I looked at the table in front of me. Apple juice, Chee-tos, cheese and crackers, and three turkey sandwiches. "Talk about a well-balanced meal," I said.

"Can't you just see the dance coach throwing a fit over this meal, Mel?" Jessica asked gleefully. It seemed to me that Jessica would do anything as long as it pissed off the dance coach.

"Yeah," Mel said, and picked up her sandwich and started to eat.

I also chewed thoughtfully on my sandwich. "So did you like that?" I asked. "Was it worth getting out of bed Messy Jessi?"

Jessica looked up at me, with her orange fingers (from the chee-tos) and wide eyes. "What?"

I rolled my eyes. "The dancing Jess, the DANCING."

She licked her fingers. "Yeah, it was fun. You're not doing too bad for yourself, Kat. You've come a long way."

Melissa nodded. "Yeah. This is really neat. I'm going to be dancing in a video that the entire nation will see."

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah...if I asked, y'know, do you think that your parents would let you become my dancers, like, permanently?" I asked.

Jessica promptly started choking on her lunch. I swatted her on the back, and she coughed, and gasped, "Thanks."

"Anytime," I said. "Do you think your parents would let you?"

Melissa was thinking...hard. "I don't know," Melissa said. "I mean, that involves signing a contract, if you tour during the school year, we'd be out of school...rehearsals..."

"I know," I said. "Nothing has been decided yet. But when it comes time, I'm going to use all my pull to get you guys on the tour. It's still in negotiations yet..."

Jessica and Melissa looked at each other. "Are you...are you sure that this isn't a security issue?" Melissa asked.

I knew exactly what she was asking: would I feel sure of myself if it was anyone but them dancing behind me? "I don't know," I answered honestly. "You guys are my best friends, and I want the best people for the job. Besides, it would be a good experience for you."

Jessica smiled like a cheshire cat. "Yeah. And that would REALLY piss off the dance coach."

Later that afternoon at call-backs, I made my little speech. It was very nice if I do say so myself.

"Hello," I said to everyone. "Thank you to everyone who came back. I hope that Jacob didn't kill you off this morning with his dance steps, but thank you for coming back. These are my two other dancers, Melissa and Jessica," I motioned to them behind me. They waved.

"We're going to be making the final decisions. But first, Jacob is going to be working with everyone, and then we'll take four groups of three, one at a time. Then me, Mel, and Jessi are going to be making the final decision on who's dancing," I smiled. "Once again, thanks to everyone and good luck!"

I even got a little applause. Yay me.

Well, we worked. And worked, and worked. We learned the rest of the song and the parts that we were supposed to dance with partners, and practiced with each group of three. Then we had the actual audition, where Jacob watched us, and we were supposed to mentally judge each person on how they danced. When we were done, us three and Jacob all gathered in a little room attached to the dance studio that we were using, and left the twelve guys to duke it out and maybe kill each other. (Ha ha. Just kidding people.)

We spread their papers over the table. "Does everyone have an idea of who they want?" I asked outloud.

"I'm deliberating," Melissa said.

"Melissa, stop using the big words. You're scaring me," I said. "What about you Jessi?"

"Mm..." she said. "I'm still kind of thinking too. I've definitely ruled out one. You know that part in the middle when their hands are supposed to go around our waists?" We nodded. "His hands went a little lower than they needed to."

I winced. "Don't let your dad get a hold of that information. That would permanently jeopardize any hopes of having you as a permanent. And your mother would go on a manhunt for him."

She nodded. "Definitely."

"We'll I've made a decision," I said. "Austin Curtis," I said. Jacob, Melissa, and Jessica nodded. "Face it, he's a triple threat...model, dancer, and musician. He's a great dancer, he's really friendly...not to mention he's damn sexy." Jessica and Melissa laughed. Jacob simply rolled his eyes.

"Who are you trying to decide on Mel?" I asked her.

"Eric Hythecker and Mitch Seifert," she said, chewing on her fingernails.

"Oh dear..." I said. I had watched them, and they were both horribly talented. I mean, not that that's a horrible thing, but you know what I mean. That was going to make our decision horribly hard to make. "Jacob, can you offer any professional opinions?" I asked him, wanting to get him into the conversation somehow.

"Well," he said, running his fingers through his brown hair. "I would go with Eric, because he and Melissa had some chemistry going on. As dancers, they just clicked. It went so easy."

Melissa nodded. "Yeah. And he was also really nice, and he's really funny. I'll go with Eric."

I didn't say anything, but I figured that that phrase would have more meaning before the year was out. "What about you Jessi?" I asked her, ruffling her blonde hair.

She calmly started to fix it. "Well...Jared is definitely out, Aaron, Jeremy, and Logan, though..." she said. "They're all very good dancers, and have good personalities. It's pretty much a luck of the draw," Jessica said. "You guys pick. Any of those three are good."

I looked at Melissa. "Do you have anything relevant to say?"

She chewed on a fingernail. "Well...I personally like Jeremy the best. He made it look real effortless, and looked like he was having a ball. Aaron looked like he was trying not to make a fool out of himself, and Logan looked like he was going to be sick the entire time."

"I agree," Jacob said.

"THANK YOU Jacob," I said. "I agree too. Jess, you're dancing with Jeremy. Like it or not."

She shrugged. "Okay. That works."

"Okay, so we've made our decisions," I said. "Are we ready to announce it?"

I got a chorus of sures, so I opened the door and walked through, followed by the other three. "Hi everyone. Thanks for sticking around. We've made our decision. But first, does anyone feel like they're on Making the Band?" When twelve hands rose into the air, I laughed. "Okay, the three we have decided on are Austin Curtis, Eric Hythecker, and Jeremy Myers. Thanks everyone."

I felt kind of bad, letting nine people down like that, but it had to be done. But when I saw the looks on the other three men, I knew that it was all worth it. They looked like they had just won the lottery, won a house from Ed McMahon, and found out they were going to the Super Bowl, all in the same minute. Everyone else gathered their bags and water bottles and whatnot, and walked out of the dance studio. The other three stayed.

"Hi guys," I said. "As you know, I'm Katherine Chasez, and this is Melissa Kenneavy and Jessica Timberlake. We will be your dance partners for an undetermined amount of time," I smiled.

"Hi," Austin said. He was about three inches taller than me, and had short blonde hair and icy blue eyes. "i guess you already know my name," he said, shaking my hand.

I could tell already that I was going to like him.

Jeremy and Eric also introduced himself to us. Jeremy had platinum blonde hair and brown eyes, and was a little on the short side. He and Jessica were actually about the same height. Eric had brownish-blonde hair and blue eyes. The weird thing about him was, I couldn't see when he ever stopped smiling. He smiled, constantly. And he made you smile right along with him.

We rehearsed for about an hour, until we pretty much had it. "Okay," Jacob announced. "You guys have to be at the park at about eight to start the video shooting."

Jessica groaned. "How am I going to get out of bed at that hour of the morning?" she asked.

"Jess, if I can do it, you sure as hell can," I said. "I'll be at your house about seven-thirty. Before everyone goes Tim told me he needs to see you about permission forms, and you three need to see about signing a contract." The thought alone seemed to make them smile.

"What's the permission form for?" Melissa asked.

"It's just to make sure that if you get hurt, your parents aren't going to sue Jive or something, or if a camera falls on your head, or if you fall and break your arm, or something..." I said.

"Har dee har har," Melissa said dryly.

I picked Jessica up the next morning, and she slept in the car on the way to the park, even though her house is only like three minutes from the park. Geez.

When we got there, there were people milling around everywhere. I could see people setting up cameras, there were a couple trailers parked along the street for hair and make-up and costumes, and my first job was to report in with Brad, who was going to direct it, as you may or may not remember. I found him struggling with a large orange extension cord that reminded me of an Anaconda I had seen on a fourth grade field trip to the zoo. "Um, hi Brad," I said.

He looked up. "Oh, hi Katherine," he said. "I need you to get into hair and make-up and costume and all that good stuff."

I saluted. "Gotcha chief. Where does Jessi go? She's a dancer," I said.

Brad pointed to the basketball court. "Dancers are running through some things with Jacob. They're going to get into make-up and stuff while we're doing some stuff with just you and the basketball players."

I nodded. "Okay. See you later Jessi."

"Ugh," was all she said. I just laughed. I walked up to the trailer marked "COSTUME" and knocked on the door. "Hello?" I asked.

The door opened and Mindy poked her head out. "Hello there Katherine. How you been lately? Come on in."

I stepped up into the trailer, and looked around. "Uh...Mindy, I hate to ask, but how on earth do you find anything in here?"

She rolled her eyes. "I don't. This is Morgan's creation. She had everything ready to go and then she got called off on a fashion emergency to Georgia. So here I am to clothe you and all others in the video...lucky me," she said.

"Lucky you," I echoed. "Do do you have any idea what I'm supposed to be wearing or where it is?"

"Lemme check," she said. She grabbed a yellow legal pad off of a rack that held shoes, and flipped through the pages. "Here we go," she said. "This isn't even my job...I'm a make-up artist...Katherine...it says jeans and red tie top...holy crap how the hell am I supposed to find those in here? Oh wait....floor near chair."

I looked around and saw a folding chair. Underneath a pile of various articles of clothing I found a pair of jeans in my size, and a red tie top. "Do you think these are it?" I asked Mindy.

"One way to find out," she said dryly. "Go to the back and try them on."

I went into the back area, shed my shorts and t-shirt, and put on the jeans and top. Everything fit like a glove. When I came out, Mindy smiled. "What ARE you grinning at?" I asked.

"Nothing. You just look really nice. You should dress like that more often," she said.

I snorted and pushed my hair out of my face. "Right. My dad would kill me."

She laughed. "Well, now that we've got that over with," she said. "Head over to make-up and hair. Don't let them do anything to that hair. It looks perfect. Give 'em hell kid."

I smiled. "I think I will."

I went to hair and makeup. The ditzy hair person wanted to put my hair in those half ponytails. I insisted no. All I wanted was to have it simply curled under. With a sigh, she agreed. The make-up artist made it simple and understated. I thought I looked very nice.

I emerged into the sunlight and looked over to the blacktop basketball court. Brad was talking with three guys and Jessica, Melissa, Austin, Eric, and Jeremy were walking towards the costume trailer where I had just been. I waved to them and they waved back. I kept walking towards the blacktop. When I got there, Brad introduced me to the basketball players. "Katherine, this is Rick, David, and Jon, the object of your affection."

I smiled and shook hands with each. "Hello," I said. "Thanks for coming."

"Hello," he smiled. "It's a pleasure to be here...I'm finally doing something besides Calvin Klein underwear."

I blushed. I was picturing him in Calvin Klein briefs...and to tell you the truth, the image was less than user friendly. "That's nice...what're we up to Brad?" I asked him.

"Okay, now that you're here we can get started," he said. "You look very nice, by the way. Okay, you see that tree over there?" he asked me, pointing to a large oak tree about ten feet from the basketball court. I nodded. "You are going to be seated under the tree, singing your song while they play basketball. Can you handle that for now?"

I nodded. "Aye aye chief."

I walked over to the tree and he directed me to sit a certain way. Then we did a few takes, each time he wanted me to get this look on my face, and I couldn't do it right. Then, I must have done it accidently, because on like the fifth or sixth take, I got it right and it was a keeper.

The rest of the day was pretty much like that. We got done about four in the afternoon, and I was hungry. We didn't stop for lunch, everyone was hungry. So my dancers, the models, and I all went to McDonalds to grab a bite to eat before going home. And I got stopped for an autograph. I had had few appearances thus far, so I was surprised that I had been recognized...but it was the cutest thing.

I was eating in a booth with Melissa, Eric, and Austin, and was laughing over something Eric said. Then I heard a small voice behind me ask, "Excuse me?"

I turned around and saw a little girl of about eight standing there. "Are you Katherine Chasez?" she asked, this gleam of wonder in her eyes.

"I would have to say yes," I said.

"Can I have your autograph?" she asked, like she was shocked that it really was me.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little shocked myself. "Um...sure. Do you have a pen?"

Her mother must have been sitting in the booth behind us, because a hand suddenly produced a pen from the next booth. The little girl handed to me. "What's your name?" I asked her.

"Kaylee," she said.

I grabbed a napkin and signed it: To Kaylee, all the best luck to you! Katherine Chasez and handed her the napkin and the pen back. "Thank you!" she said.

I couldn't help but smile. "You're welcome honey," I said.

"Alright, go Katherine!" Melissa said, giving me a high five.

I smiled brightly. It was nice to know that my hard work was paying off, and I had a fan outside of my blood type.

I was at the studio the next morning. Kind of early. But Tim was there too, and so was Brad and an editor. We were editing the final cut of my video, "One Kiss From You", and it was going...kind of slow. So I told Tim about the little girl asking for my autograph, and he laughed. "What?" I asked, pretending to be offended.

"That's gonna be the first and last time someone calmly asks for your autograph...I don't think you know how much MTV wants this video to air. You're going to go to New York the day after tomorrow, and stay for a few days. I've lined up some performances on talk shows and stuff like that, and you're going to be delivering your video to TRL to premiere," Tim said.

I hugged him. "Have I told you lately that you're the coolest manager in the world."

He picked at his nails. "Not lately, but feel free to say it now," Tim said.

"Tim you are the coolest manager in the world."

"I know." He checked his watch. "We've got fifteen minutes," he said to himself.

"Till what?" I asked.

"Till we meet with your security," he said. "You're going to be in New York, you're getting to celebrity status, and the least you can do is live up to the stereotype," he said, half-jokingly.

"Right," I said, lightly punching him in the arm. "I get security...man you would have told me that three years ago, I never would have believed you."

Tim shrugged. "Well, you do, so I really don't give a damn," he said. "Let's go."

"Okay," I answered.

We made it downstairs to the main floor pretty okay, and went into the employee lounge room. Seated on the couch was a rather large, muscular but friendly looking black man. "Hello," he said looking up from his newspaper. "You must be Katherine."

"You must be my security," I said looking up. And I don't exaggerate in the slightest when I say UP.

He laughed. "The name's Dan," he said as I shook his hand. I suddenly felt very small.

"Hi Dan," I said. "I think that I'm going to feel very safe with you around."

He laughed. "Good. I guess I'll be doing my job then," he said.

When I got home that afternoon, I took the cordless phone into my bedroom and I laid down on my bed to take a nap, because I was dang tired. No sooner had I found that "sweet spot" and gotten comfortable, the phone rang on my nightstand. I groaned. "Hello?" I asked.

"Katherine?" a surprised voice answered.

"Oh hi dad," I said. His voice had sounded like "Oh-hi-you-still-live-in-this-house?" True, I hadn't been home a lot over the past two days, hardly ever when he was, but that wasn't my fault. Well, at least, not really.

"Hey Kit Kat, what were you doing?" he asked me.

"I was going to try and sleep a little," I said. "Until the phone rang and I had to answer it."

"I'm sorry," he said.

"It's okay. It's not like I was actually asleep or anything," I said. "No big deal. Where the heck are you anyway?" I asked.

"I'm on my way back from Tampa," he said.

"You went to Tampa?" I asked him.

"I left you a note on the kitchen table," he said. "It was just a day project. I'm coming home right now."

"Oh. Well, I haven't been in the kitchen today," I said. "I'm going to New York in two days."

"What for?"

"I have to go deliver my video to TRL and Tim lined some stuff up...nothing much. I'll only be gone a few days," I said. "Three or four...I don't remember what Tim told me specifically."

"Oh," he said. "Are you going to go alone?"

I rolled my eyes. "I imagine not. Tim will go, my three male dancers will go, and Dan will go...he's my security. I get a bodyguard. Is that a laugh or what?" I asked him.

He did laugh. "Knew it would happen sometime," he said.

"Dad?" I asked him. "Did you ever...like, get annoyed when security followed you around places?" I asked him.

He thought it over. "Sometimes," he said. "But if I did get feeling a little crowded, I just remembered all the times that they saved my butt. They're a necessary thing though. They protect you, and fans can get pretty scary sometimes."

Believe me, I had heard all the stories. One time I had a sleep over birthday when I was nine or ten, and we had wanted to have a scary story. Well, the only scary stories we knew were the same old "There once was a camp where a counselor killed all his/her campers and hid their bodies in the floorboards of your cabin" stories, so we asked my dad to tell us some. He told us a story of a fan attack once. Jessica didn't sleep at all that night.

"Yeah. I was just wondering," I said. "Tim is talking to Justin, Morgan, Aunt Heather, and Uncle Jeff about making Melissa and Jessica my permanent back up dancers...isn't that crazy?"

"Yeah, I know," my dad answered. "Heather called me last night with about a million questions."

"Did you answer them?"

"Most of them," he admitted. "She's kind of hesitant about it. Jeff said okay, but only if Heather said okay," he informed me. "And of course Justin and Morgan, with their feet in the business, are all for it-"

"And it's Jessica that's hesitant," I said. "I know...I hope she and Aunt Heather say yes. I don't know if I could dance like I can when they're around without them, y'know what I'm saying?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "Well, I'll let you get back to your nap. I should be home in about an hour," he said.

"Alright. Good-bye. I love you."

"I love you too. Bye."

I'll tell you right now that TRL is the coolest place. The studio is awesome, and the host, Chris Kremer, is totally nice and a real sweetie.

"Hi. My name is Chris and this is TRL for June 13th, two thousand and twenty two," he said to the camera. "Today in the show, we have a new contest, a premiere video that even I'm excited to see, and of course, as always, your top ten videos." There was wild applause while he continued, "Today, your number ten video is 'No Help For Me, Thanks', by Wild Apples."

I sat in the greenroom until they called me out, between the number three and two videos. I walked out, and they were applauding for me, and reaching out to shake my hand, and I was about ready to cry I just felt so damn happy. I hugged Chris and said, "Hi, it's great to be here," reading the cue card. Handy thing it is too.

"Hi Katherine," he said. "So...this is you."

I laughed. "This is me!"

"It's so nice to finally meet you," he said. "I enjoy your song so much...and I'm not just saying that because it says so on the cue card."

"I'm glad that you enjoy it," I said. I looked into the camera, and said, "Hi dad. I know you're watching. You said that you weren't going to watch, but I know you are. I also know that Mel and Jessi are there too. Hi guys!"

Chris laughed. "Having your dad as a member of the group *N Sync...has that added any extra pressure, or caused any obstacles for you?"

I brushed my hair out of my eyes. I needed to get some cute barettes or something, because they constantly fell into my eyes. "If anything, I would say it's actually helped, because he understands what this crazy process feels like, and can offer me advice on stuff like that. But he's really been a big huge help."

Chris nodded. "Can you tell me a little about your video?" he asked.

"Well..." I started. "I had a lot of fun making it. The people who are in it with me are a blast to hang out with. My female dancers, Jessica and Melissa, are my best friends. Melissa's my cousin, and Jessica's my best friend. And they guys are so easy to get along with. Hey guys! I know you're at the hotel watching this even though you told me that you were going to go downstairs and have a ping pong tournament." I laughed.

"Alright," Chris said. "Here it is ladies and gents, your world premiere of 'One Kiss From You'," Chris said. I turned to the monitor to watch my video. I hadn't seen the whole thing yet.

(A/N:Just bear with me...I know this song is Britney's. And this is how I've seen a video done, so that's how I'm doing it too. It just seemed to work.)

I'm dreamin' of one kiss from you
A love long and true
We'll go on and on yeah... (all these are candid shots of Katherine)

Yeah.. oh....
Yeah...(Katherine is seated under the tree watching Jon, Rick, and David playing basketball)

I don't wanna hear that I'm too young
To know it's love that makes me feel this way
Cuz I don't have to feel the heat of the sun
To know it shines on me everyday (The camera is alternating shots of Katherine singing and the three boys playing basketball.)

When it's warm outside, and the look in your eyes
Is longing to show me the way
I don't want to wait (Katherine sees Austin, Jessica, Melissa, Jeremy, and Eric, and stands up and runs to them. She’s talking to them, but her gaze keeps going back to the basketball players. The other five all nudge each other knowingly.)

Just one kiss form you
And suddenly I see the road laid out in front of me (Melissa and Jessica push Katherine towards the basketball court)
You give me strength, you give me hope
And when you hold me in your arms you make me whole
And I don't know just what I would do (Katherine and the five dancing on the basketball court.)
Without one kiss from you (Katherine standing still, looking "sexily" at the camera)

I don't wanna hear my time will come
When it feels like it's already here
We should learn to walk before we run (Katherine walks to the half court mark, yells something to the guys to catch their attention)
But why go anywhere when you're so near? (She smiles at them, and turns around to join her dancers, ready to dance as the guys stand, with Jon in the middle, smiling appreciatively.)

Cuz when I reach out to you
So sad and confused, and feeling like I could cry
You dried my eyes (The camera goes between Jon, and Katherine dancing.)

Just one kiss from you (Katherine dancing alone on the merry-go-round as it spins slowly.)
And suddenly I see the road laid out in front of me
You give me strength, you give me hope
And when you hold me in your arms you make me whole (Katherine, Melissa, and Jessica are dancing with Austin, Eric, and Jeremy in a "face-off" way)
And I don't know just what I would do
Without one kiss from you (Katherine walks up to Jon, takes the basketball and throws it over her shoulder. It hits Eric on the head.)

I'm dreamin' of one kiss from you (Katherine looks at Jon, Jon smiles and suddenly grabs her hand)
A love long and true (They run down the sidewalk running along the basketball court. Melissa and Jessica high five while Eric nurses his head)
We'll go on and on yeah
I'm lookin' for one kiss good night
To last all my life
On and on yeah (Next shots are of Katherine and Jon playing on the playground equipment. On the last line, Jon kisses Katherine on the cheek and she blushes. There is a flash of white light.)

Just one kiss from you (I'm dreamin' of one kiss from you...)(Katherine walks into the park, happy as a clam the next day, with her dancers, she sees Jon with his back to her leaning against the tree. She runs up to him.)
And suddenly (A love long and true...)(She taps him on the shoulder, and he turns around revealing another girl. His lips are bright red from her lipstick.)
I see the road laid out in front of me (We'll go on and on yeah...)(Camera shot of a very pissed off Katherine, and a very sheepish Jon.)
You give me strength, you give me hope (I'm lookin' for one kiss good night, to last all my life...)(Katherine kisses him, and then slaps him, and leaves behind a very shocked Jon)
And when you hold me in your arms you make me whole (On and on yeah...)(She meets her dancers on the basketball court, they all give her a thumbs up or a congratulatory high five)

Just one kiss from you
I'm dreamin' of one kiss from you (Yeah...)
A love long and true (On and on, on and on, on and on yeah...)
We'll go on and on yeah
I'm lookin' for one kiss good night (Camera shots of them dancing in their first costumes.)
To last all my life (Dance final pose, and then Katherine and her five dancers walking away from the basketball court just as Jon comes on, and finally Jon gives up and turns around and goes back to his other girl.)

It was like a miracle. And I still wasn't quite over the fact that my video had played on national television. And the number two video was a song by that boyband, So 'n So. That got me excited. Maybe that meant I did have a chance.