"Alright," Jillian sat down on a plush chair in the main room of the hotel room. "lets start this." She said, lifting the screen of her laptop. She clicked around and brought up a blank document. When she heard the man chuckling across from her, she glanced up.

"What's so funny?"

Justin Timberlake slumped a little more in his seat and smiled. "You look so serious."

Jillian looked up at him and then back down to the screen. "How would you describe your personality as music artist?" She started.

Justin's eyes brows rose at the abrupt start of her questions and wondered what had flashed in her eyes. "My artistic personality? Um, I would describe myself as n artist who is very passionate with music. Melodies and the emotion that lyrics add to a song give me, as an artist, the feeling of freedom in what I'm doing with my life. When I step into a studio, I'm itching to start something creative for either a certain project or just to doodle around. I think everyone was meant to do something in their lives and I was meant to do this and I feel free with that. "He finished, hearing her fingers flying over the keyboard.

"And how would you describe yourself as a person?" Jillian watched as he thought. "I know that I am a perfectionist. Which makes me a determined person as well. And, um. Just like everybody else I have my good qualities and my bad. I think I'm a very optimistic person. I'm someone who likes to look for the positive in life. I think I'm also someone who has my mind set on the way I like to do things. I'm upfront about what I believe in. And, you know, if someone were to try and tell me that a certain thing should be done this way or that, and I knew what I wanted in what I'm doing, then I'll ask them how I'm wrong to want to do something else. I think the perfectionist in me goes along with that need to have my beliefs and wants."

"Okay." She said, nodding as she finished typing. "There are mant different artists out there and they have a certain uniqueness about them. What makes you unique and different?"

Justin paused and grinned at her as his finger rubbed back and forth over his bottom lip. "These are good questions. You're making me think."

Jillian looked at him. "Thank you."

"Anyway, back to it." He shifted in his chair in a more comfortable position and continued looking at the ground as if he were searching for the answer in the off-white carpet.

"You know, I think there is a uniqueness in every artist but you can't describe it. It's just a sound or a personality, or....not even those words can explain it. It's just a feeling or an opinion that people can see, that make every artist different. You just can't describe it."

Jillian smiled. "That's interesting." She paused and fiddled with the computer a few seconds while saying, "Just a few more questions."

"Alright, shot 'em."

"Do you like how your album turned out? And I'm asking in regards to the final project, the sells, the fans, critics, etc."

"I was very happy and had a really good time and a therapeutic time making this record. I'm very glad of the way it turned out. And um, you know, I'll always be happy with the sales because I'm making music. And the fans are always great. They're one of the two reason for making music, I do it for them. Like I've said, I'm not afraid of the critics because everyone is going to have an opinion and the critics are just getting paid for it. But, overall, it was amazing to see how my music touched the people out, wherever they are in the world."

Jillian continued to stare at him and he smiled. "Something wrong?"

"Uh, no. You just, you're a very genuine person." She said, looking down at the screen.

"Well, thank you." His voice was soft with gratitude.

"Yeah." Her voice was low and barely heard by the man sitting across from her.

She had judged him way overboard. God, she felt stupid. He's not the kind of celebrity she assumed he was. He was amazing. She was always thinking negatively and she was sick of it. She had enough for the article already so she might as well end this now. She coughed and looked up from the carpet when she realized she was drifting off into another world. She saw him grinning in amusement towards her daydreaming and suddenly stood up and shut the screen of her computer. "Well, I think that's all I need. I'll contact you if anything else comes up." She said, walking towards the door.

Justin stood up quickly and looked back at her. "Hold on, I'm not going to clich� this and say 'wait, don't go'. But I know you judged me.."

"I'll add perceptive to the article." She interrupted and turned again back to the door.

"And..." He watched her turn back to look at him. "I was wondering if there is there a way for me to contact you on a non-professional matter?"

"I don't think that would be a good idea."

"I do."

"Why?"

"My last girlfriend once told me that there doesn't always have to be a reason. That actions speak louder than words."

"I'm a journalist." She stated in a sarcastic humorous tone.

"She was a sales woman at a CD store. Want to try acting optimistic for once?"

Jillian looked down at the floor, then turned and walked out the door, screwing optimism.