Misunderstood Wishes
Signing my Life Away
Nobody understands me. Everyone thinks they know who I am, what I feel, but they don’t. I am Justin Randall Timberlake, but that doesn’t mean much ‘cause they all think I am Justin Randall Timberlake, too. The only difference is that they think I am a different Justin than I am.
I am a fun-loving, basketball playing, confused teenage boy. I am caring, considerate, annoying, impatient, loving, loveable, and scared.
They think I am a ghetto heartthrob that doesn’t know the color of the skin on my back. They think I am some product from a boy band factory, that can sing, dance, and live nothing else. They think I am dating Britney Spears. They think my life is for their viewing pleasure. Even my so-called friends are starting to think that.
I guess that when I signed that contract I was giving up the chance to be free, the chance to live. I was signing my life away, and although I love the business, I wish I could, for one day, live the life of a normal teenager.
Losing Life
Dalina is leaving me. She thinks that I am having an affair with a fan. I wouldn’t do that to her. I love her too much to want to hurt her. I am just Joey, but to her I am Joey of *N Sync.
I am losing so much because of *N Sync. I wish that for one day, just one day I could live the life of a normal twenty-three year old. The life of a man with a loving and loyal girlfriend, that knew he was loving and loyal, too. I knew that Dalina and I would breakup one day, but I didn’t think it would be this soon and because of the band. I loved her and I still do. I will do anything to get her back.
This band haunts me, day and night. I have constant reoccurring nightmares about things revolving around the band. I won’t lie: I love the guys and the job, but I love my life more.
I wish I had a normal life. I wish *N Sync had never made it big so that I could be normal. I wish… I wish that I had never joined the band.
Not Sharing the Joy of Marriage
My voice is going. I used to love to sing, but now everyone expects me to do it all the time. The fans think that I am on this planet simply to please them. To sing for them and give them autographs, to let them take pictures of me and be in pictures with them. They think I am their personal toy.
I wish that they would understand that I wasn’t just JC: member of *N Sync. I am also JC: family guy, loving, caring, understanding, lucky, fortunate, friendly, friend, brother, son, husband, and father. I can’t even tell them that I have a wife and son. I can’t tell them that my wife is pregnant with a little girl. I can’t tell them that I was the one that dated Britney Spears, not Justin. Do you know how badly it hurt me to find out that people were saying that one of my best friends was dating my girlfriend. I know that they dated back in the MMC days, but I dated her from the time the MMC ended to the time I met my wife. I dated Britney for three years and no one seemed to care. Justin is the heartthrob, so Justin is who Britney is there to see. I mean, it’s not that I wanted it to get out that I was dating her, but I didn’t want someone else getting to steal the joy of dating her. I know that they weren’t dating and weren’t saying they were, but now they are going along with it, saying that they went on a few dates and kissed a few times. What they don’t say is that it was back in the day of MMC. People assume it was recently because they don’t think they were old enough to do that back then. But if you think that you should know what I did to Christina back then, and what Justin is doing to her now. She’s not a slut and I don’t want you to think that, but I did love her, she loved me, and we showed each other that. She and Justin love each other and show each other. It’s not a crime. They are both legal. Now, I have my wife and I’m happy with her, but I wish I could share my joy with everyone else.
I wish that for one day I could live the life of a normal married man with a year old son and a daughter on the way. I wish that for one day I wouldn’t be part of *N Sync.
Girls, Love, and Lies
I loved Jessica with all of my heart, then she got a record deal. I helped her out, but she won’t admit it, just like she won’t admit we dated. I don’t care though because I am with Britney now. I love Britney more than anything in the world. I know that people think that she is dating Justin, and she goes along with it, but I don’t care. She is doing it to protect our relationship so that it isn’t taken away from us, and I love her more for that.
She is the only person that sees me for who I am, not Lance of *N Sync, but me. She is great. I love her and she loves me. It’s perfect.
Who am I kidding? Our relationship is great, but I don’t like having to hide it. I want the whole world to know that I am dating Britney, and am in fact going to propose to her tonight. When I was a kid I always dreamed of proposing in a really outrageous way so that everyone would know that we were getting engaged. Now, I can’t. I’m not supposed to be dating, much less proposing, and it’s even worse her being who she is and all.
Danielle was a great cover up. Our breakup plan even worked. We had the whole world believing us. Britney and I, Danielle and her man, we were always together. It worked perfectly. No one suspected anything. I thank her every time that I see her for helping me and Britney stay together. Britney and Danielle even became great friends, sometimes they act like sisters which, frankly, scares me. Danielle has always been like a sister to me. Of course, I could never tell anyone that...
I just wish that for one day I could live like a normal twenty-one year old that is proposing to his girlfriend. I wish I could let the whole world know that I was about to marry the only love of my life. Jessica may have left me for Nick, but Britney is my true love, and I wish I could tell everyone. If only I were normal...
Loss of Privacy
I can’t believe that I have kept this hidden for so long. Danielle and I are great together. I hired that lady to pretend she was my girlfriend, and no one has suspected a thing which is great because Danielle is so much younger than me. If anyone found out it would be the end of us. Danielle doesn’t treat me like I’m Chris of *N sync. She treats me like I’m human. I guess it’s because she is in the entertainment business, too.
I just wish everyone else treated me like I was human. I love the business and all, but sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it, you know? I mean, is fame and money really worth losing the joy of sharing who you love with everyone, dating and no one caring, having a private personal life?
I know, I complain too much, but I have very seriously, a number of times, considered leaving *N Sync. I guess it would be funny to be called *N Ync, but they could do it. People sit in sinks for us, maybe they would sit in puddles of ink for them. I don’t know. I just wonder if I made the right choice in joining the band sometimes.
I wish that I could, for one day, have the life of a normal man. I would be able to share my love for Danielle with the world. I would be able to tell them that I got her pregnant last year, but that she miscarried. I would be able to let the whole world, or at least part of it, know that I want to marry her. I wish I could have a normal life for one day.
Wishes Do Come True
A man walked up to Justin in the parking lot. He had a little girl hanging on his leg. “Excuse me, Son,” the man started.
“Do you want an autograph?” Justin asked in a rude tone of voice.
“Whose? Not yours I hope. You’re no one famous. I just wanted to get you off of my BMW.” The man unlocked his car while chuckling to himself.
Justin looked on, confused, and tried to find his car. He was in the parking lot for hours. When only one car was left he gave up hope and walked over to it trying his keys in it. The door unlocked and he climbed in the beat up car and drove off wearing his stained McDonald’s uniform...
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“Hey, Dalina. I’m sorry that you thought I was having an affair. Will you please take me back?” Joey was standing on Dalina’s front porch.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I think you have the wrong house. I don’t know you,” She said, pulling her dress up to hid as much skin as she could, and closing the door.
“No, wait. It’s me, Joey.”
She opened the door a little. “Joey who?” she asked.
“Joey Fatone, one and only,” he said in an announcer’s voice.
“I’ve never heard that name in my life. I’m sorry; you have the wrong person.”
She tried to close the door, but Joey caught it. “Joey Fatone of *N Sync. You just left me yesterday because you thought I was having an affair with a fan,” he said clearly aggravated.
“I’m sorry, but you’ve made a mistake. I’ve never heard of you or this *N Sync thing you talk about. I am dating Drew Lachey of 98º.” She closed the door and walked away, leaving a baffled Joey on the porch...
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“Hey, Baby,” JC said walking into his living room and seeing his wife and son sitting on the couch together.
“Who are you?” she said, pushing her son behind her and grabbing the phone.
“It’s me, JC. Your husband,” he replied, confused.
“I don’t know a JC.”
“JC, your husband. JC of *N sync.”
“I don’t know a JC, and I don’t know what *N Sync is.”
“What do you mean, Baby?”
“Stop calling me ‘Baby’.”
“Surely Josh remembers me,” he said reaching for the child.
“Don’t touch my son. His name isn’t Josh; it’s Darren.”
“What?”
“He was named after his father,” she said with love in her eyes.
“But I am his father,” JC insisted.
“No, you’re not. Darren Hayes of Savage Garden is. His little group with Daniel is certainly doing well. They are number one on the charts these days, well, tied for number one with 98º. They are a good group, too.”
“Stop fooling around with me, Baby,” he said with a hint of a smile on his face.
Darren walked in at that point. He walked over to Sarah and kissed her. When he pulled away he saw JC. “Hello. Who are you?” he asked bluntly.
“I am… no one. I was just leaving,” JC said and walked out of the house, still confused...
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“Britney!” Lance yelled across the street.
She turned to see Lance running towards her. “Well, hello there. What’s your name?”
“You kidder, you.”
“Excuse me?”
“Um… nothing.”
“Okay. Can I help you?”
“Britney, I have a really important question to ask you.”
“Go ahead.”
“Britney, as you know, I love you with all of my heart. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Britney, will you marry me?”
“Oh. I’m sorry. I’m engaged to Jeff of 98º. I guess you didn’t hear.”
“What? I didn’t hear? I am confused. Britney, you have some explaining to do.”
“Britney, get over here. You have no time to talk with the fans right now. Photo shoot in ten,” Britney’s security leader called.
“I’m sorry, um… sorry I never got a name. I have to go.”
“Britney, wait…” Lance faded off.
He watched her walk away. “It was so cute! He even got down on one knee and tried to give me a ring. It was the cutest proposal a fan has ever given me,” she was telling her bodyguard...
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“Danielle?” Chris asked.
Danielle was walking in the direction of Chris on the sidewalk. “Hello,” she said cheerfully.
Chris ran up to her and grabbed her arm to pull her in for a kiss. “Hey, Baby.”
“Ew! Get off me!” she screamed.
“Danielle, Baby? It’s me, Chris. What’s wrong with you?”
“Get off me! Security! Somebody, help!” she screamed into the air.
“Danielle, Baby.”
“Who are you?” she said nastily.
“It’s me Chris, your boyfriend, soprano of *N Sync,” he said pleading her to remember.
“I don’t know you, Chris. My boyfriend is Daniel Jones of Savage Garden, and I don’t know what *N Sync is. I’m sorry.”
He let go of her and watched her walk away silently. “She really doesn’t know who I am?” he said to himself in a confused tone of voice...
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