The five men walked down the stairs, hardly being noticed by the other guests who were, as well as they, very rich and most of them very famous.

"Geez, this is weird for me," Justin said. "Usually everywhere I look girls lust after me."

"Someones gotten an ego," Joey said playfully.

"I do not," Justin said, not finding any humour.

"Wow," Lance commented, coming upon the end of the stairs. "I was so tired last night when we got in I didn’t notice all ... all this," he said in reference to the fancy room, hallway and the piano circle, which was a circle of chairs around the extravagant piano.

"JC, JC is that the girl?" Chris asked.

JC looked up. "Timber."

"Yeah. Her."

"That’s her."

"She’s beautiful," Chris said.

"Don’t trust my judgement, huh?"

"Well, I do, but you didn’t say she looked like ... that."

"Hey guys, that’s the girl," JC said to the others.

"Oh, you mean the one who stole my name?" Justin asked.

"Dude, we have, like, five, okay, ten minutes to get to the venue for sound check and rehearsal, guys," Lance said. Then he saw Timber.

"Oh, okay, guys, come on," Joey said, tugging at Justin and JC who were enamored with staring at Timber.

"Yeah."

"I want to meet her," Justin said.

"Later, we’ve got to get to the venue. Johnny’ll be mad if we’re late."

"Yeah. Venue. Good venue," Chris said.

"Besides, Justin. What on Earth would ’Nifers think --your flirting with another girl?"

"Danielle doesn’t have to worry; I’m being faithful," Lance said.

"Ya, only because you know no one else’ll put up with you," Joey joked.

"More than I can say for you, buddy. How’s you girlfriend --or wait, where is she?" he replied, casually walking out of the door before him.

"Hey, 'N SYNC," a random guy on the street said to Lance.

"So I’m the whole group now, huh? I didn’t think I was that fat. Hurry, Joey, sign me up on your part of Jenny Craig. You guys: out! Out of my group!"

"Huh?" Justin asked, confused by the whole thing as usual.

"Aw, come on, Blondie. Forget about it."

*******

"Hey! I hope you guys had fun, ’cos we had a blast. I’m Chris," Chris yelled out to the crowd.

"I’m Lance. Hope you guys liked the show," he bowed.

"Wassup Los Angeles?!?" the crowd roared, then deceased. "My name is JC, hope you come tomorow night."

"YEaH! That’s what I liake to hear! I am Joey."

Before Justin even stood up, the crowd swelled the screams began.

"Y’all know who I am by now ... I am Justin. Have a good time?" The screams were louder, then quieted.

They all stood together and bowed, then ran backstage and out to the bus.

"That went well," JC concluded.

"Yes. Well. In a pleasing or desireable manner; satisfactory."

Four heads turned to look at the one who said that.

"What? So I know the definition of ‘well.’"

"Scoop, ya gotta stop reading the dictionary for fun! You know the definition of a lot more words than ‘well,’" Chris said.

Everybody started laughing.

"You are Fun-ny."

"I try," Lance said, sounding as angelic as he could.

The bus arrived at the hotel, and the load got off.

"Timber," JC murmured as he bumped into her.

She turned at the sound of her name. "Who said that. Who said my name."

JC noticed she never really asked questions; they were all statements. "I did."

"Oh, it’s you again..... Joshua?"

"JC ... but Joshua, if it makes you happy."

"’Bye," she said, trying to free her way out.

JC grabbed her shoulder and she turned. "What?"

"My --my friends they-- wanted to meet you."

"Yeah. These are them?"

"They are."

Timber began pointing to them. "Chris, Lance, Justin and Joey," she said, pointing to Joey, Chris, Lance and Justin.

"Wrong," JC said and pointed to them in correct order. "Joey, Chris, Lance and Justin."

"Don’t you know who we are???" Justin asked, shocked that there might be one female existence that didn’t worship him.

"Of couse I do. The Backstreet Boys."

"'N SYNC," he replied, horrified at the thought.

"You’re the same thing. Five guys, Miami Florida, right?"

"Orlando," Justin said, getting an edge in voice each time he had to correct her.

"Yeah whatever. You’re the same thing to me," she said, turning to leave.

"What’s with that girl?" Joey asked. "She’s really cold."

"Doesn’t get out much?" Justin asked.

JC shook his head. "I don’t know what it is. She likes jazz a lot .... that’s about it."

"But she’s cute, right, J?" Chris teased.

"Not any more," he said, heading for the stairs. "She didn’t know who I was. Not worthy of my affection."

"So if someone doesn’t know who Justin Randall Timberlake is, thier a lower lifeform than ... germs?" Chris asked.

"I guess," Lance said.