“Is Timber there?” a voice on her dorm room phone asked.

“Yes, this is her. Hi, Jason. What’s wrong now.”

“Nothin’. But. There’s a band that needs a keyboardist for thier tour, I’m not quite sure what the story is, but they need a temporary replacement for the rest of the tour.”

“And the band would be ...?”

“Well I don’t know actually. But I do know they were staying at the hotel you play piano at, I don’t know if they still are, but if you want, then there’s a meeting you can show up at tommorow.”

“ ... And I take a semester off school for this, right?”

“Two, if possible.”

Timber siged. “Fine, Jason. Where’s the meeting.”

*******

“Hey JC, JC it’s your ... someone wake him up, please? His cell phone is getting really annoying,” Lance said.

“JC. WAKE UP,” Chris said, jumping on the end of the couch.

“Wha ... ” he asked jadedly.

“Here,” Justin said, throwing the phone at him.

“Hello? ... Hi, Jason ... Oh good, you found a replacement? ... When do we meet him ... Her, okay, I see ... Tommorow ... Timber? Yes, I’ve met her ... Justin dislikes her ... oh, we’ll tell you the whole, sad story tommorow. ’Night, Jason. I’m tired.”

“Whose the replacement?” Justin asked. “Someone I don’t like?”

“Timber. Goodnight,” he said, waltzing into his room.

“Timber? That chick who thinks we’re the --” Justin made a choking noise “Backstreet Bastards?”

“No, probably not. They probably just have the same names. Don’t worry about it,” Chris said, fumbling with with the door to go to he and Lance’s room.

*******

“It’s a TEENYBOPPER GROUP?!?!?!? Jason, you know what I said...”

“Yes, I know I know what you said. But they didn’t tell me the name of the group. I’m sorry, but you’re committed.”

“A comittment?!? I said I would meet them, nothing else.”

“Sorry, but you’re the only one the record company could think of that sould pick up the songs quick enough. Sorry, but I had to accpet for you,” Jason apoligized.

'N SYNC’s manager came over to them. “Could we hurry this up? Meet them, la-dee-da, they go out, do a concert, you sit back here and work on learning the songs.”

“Hi, I’m Timb...you...you’re not...you’re them?”

“I know you,” JC said.

“No really.”

“You already know each other? Good. Now can we puh-lease get this concert on?” the manager said, tugging on Joey’s sleeve.

The five filed out onto the stage and Timber flopped down onto a couch.

“You know them?” Jason asked.

“Long story. Tell ya later.”

“Whatever. So here’s the music, learn it, memorize it, whatever. Then get packed. Be at the hotel by eleven in the morning tommorow.”

Timber sighed and looked over the music.