"Sam?!?!?" Joey asks as he and the rest of *nsync come up to where I stand waiting for AJ while his group is being interviewed.
"Hi." I say back, startled at seeing Joey, after such a long time.
"Who..." Joey begins and trails off.
"Am I here with?" I promt.
"Yeah."
"AJ McLean of the Backstreet Boys."
Joey's eyes cloud over. "Why?"
"Because I want to be." I fire at him.
"What's wrong with you?!" He asks loudly.
"What's wrong with ME? I think I should be asking you that!" I whisper furiously, since people are beginning to stare.
"How so?"
"JOEY! You didn't ever call or TRY to get in touch with me for what... 2-3 years?!?!?!"
Joey just glares at me. "But with the BACKSTREET BOYS?"
"Joey! IF you had ever talked to me, you would have found out that I'm a dancer on their tour, AND I was in a music video."
"Well, I can see you don't want to talk with me anymore." Joey says and stalks away.
I gasp and look at his retreating form. Then all my emotions run over. I begin to cry. AJ comes over after their "interview" and walks me inside so we can talk.
"What's wrong Sam?"
"Nothing, AJ. I don't want to talk about it."
AJ gives me a hurt look. "Well, OK. If you're sure you don't want to talk about it."
"I don't." I wipe the tears from under my eyes and check my mascera in my compact mirror.
"How do you know Joey Fatone?" AJ asks.
"He's..." I stare off as *nsync walks by. Joey, doesn't even looking my way.
"Is he your boyfriend?"
"He was. Kinda. A long time ago." AJ waits for me to continue. "Well, he and I were best friends in high school. And we started a relationship, but then he joined *nsync, and well, our relationship flopped."
"Go."
"Huh?! Go where?"
"With him. You both want it to happen."
"How the heck do you know that?"
"Sam." AJ says as he places his hand over mine, "I really like you, and I want you to be happy."
"I... I... am happy AJ."
AJ shakes his head. "Yeah, I know you are happy dancing, but JOEY. Joey's the guy that you wanna be with. Am I right or am I right?"
I laugh softly, "I think.. You're right AJ."
AJ gives me a hug. "I'll see you back at the hotel then. Unless you have something else you have to do. Then just call."
I laugh and hit AJ's arm. "OK. Will do Dad."
AJ and I go and sit in for the Grammys.
"Joey? Was that?" Chris asks as the guys' all sit down.
"Sam? Yeah it was." Joey says coldly.
"Who's she here.."
"A Backstreet Boy." Joey interupts. "Now, the show's going to start. I would appreicate being able to hear."
Chris tosses the other guys looks. You know the, "OOOOOOOOOOOOK-Something's-Up-His-Butt-The-Wrong-Way" look.
Lance leans over to Joey, since he's sitting next to Joey, and he says, "Joey, what's wrong? I know seeing Sam again is hard for you and all."
Joey wipes his eyes, hoping that Lance doesn't see. "Yeah, well, she's happy."
"Joey."
"What?"
"What happened to you two?"
Joey sighs. "I drifted away."
"Then why are you mad at her."
"I don't know. I know I shouldn't be. It was, is, my fault after all."
"I think you two need to get together and talk."
"Yeah, me too. But I think I ticked her off."
"Joey, Joey, Joey. I bet she feels the same way."
