| I Hope U Dance Part 1: Chapter 1 Miranda Burns looked around the conference room with a bored expression on her face. The gray walls, the brown table, and the various fake plants surrounding the room all became a blur to her as she reminisced about that one night the lonely stranger had spent the night at her house. That was, what, about a year ago? She shook her head and almost laughed at herself as she twirled her newly dyed blonde hair, she was being so silly. "My God, Mir," she spoke to herself. "You're acting like you're 16 and the quarterback from your high school team just asked you out." "Ms. Burns?" a voice called to her. Her eyes shot up from her hands and looked at the tan brunette in front of her. "Do you know why you're here?" "Actually, I have no idea. My dance instructor just told me to dress my best and come here." "You've been reccomended to try out as *NSYNC's new choreographer." Her jaw dropped. "Meet me here at 3 this afternoon and show me your stuff." Miranda nodded and Mr. Wright, along with the security guards whom had attended the meeting, and a few clothes designers, got up. He had pretty much chosen all new people for this tour, all except for the guards, they were just there for Mr. Wright incase some psycho decided to try and kill him or attack him or something. Everyone left, Miranda one of the last to leave the room. "Welcome aboard," a big, burly, black man smiled down at her. She wasn't intimidated by his appearance at all and flashed her pearly whites. "Thank you. I'm Miranda Burns." "Name's Lonnie Jones. That's Randy Jones, Todd Dukes, Eric Burrows, Micheal Greaves, Wesley Long, and Andre Persons." He gestured towards the 7 other men behind him. She waved at them, smiling wider. She hadn't even started yet and she'd made new friends. She looked at her watch to discover it was 1:45 PM. "Oh shit," she muttered, knowing well that it'd take her quite a while to get home, ready, and back for the meeting with Johnny. She pulled her keys, attached to a Pikachu Pokemon keychain her little brother had given her 'for good luck' before she moved to FL, out of her pocket and took off, running down the hallways when suddenly a mass of a human being walked out from behind a corner and into her. Her keys flew backwards, over her head, and landed on the floor. Her body came crashing to the ground as she tried to catch herself with her hand. Failure. "Watch where your going!" a mean voice called to her. "Watch where I'm goin'? Sorry, pal, you ran into me!" Miranda's eyes looked up to see two beautiful blue eyes staring down at her, filled with coldness and hatred. "Bitch," a voice, filled with the same amount of coldness and hatred, maybe even more, spoke to her. "Well rolled out of the wrong side of the bed this morning." "Two words: Fuck. You." "Two words: Better. Offers." "You know, I really don't like your attitude, bitch." "You don't like mine? I only have an attitude because you do, asshole!" The man left and another one, one with dark brown hair that flipped upwards at its uneven ends, and amazingly kind blue eyes, walked over. "Are you okay?" he asked, helping her up. "Yeah," she smiled, grabbing her keys as she stood. "Listen I'm sorry about my friend Mr. Ego Trip over there," he said, pointing to the angry man with the shaved head and cold blue eyes, that shot an awful glare at her. "I don't know what's gotten into him lately." "It's alright." "Excuse my nosiness, but are you new around here? I don't remember ever seeing you here before." "Actually, yeah. I might've just got hired to be one of the artists' choreographers." "Cool! What band?" "Oh I forget." He nodded. "Oh, okay, well I've gotta get going. Maybe I'll see you around?" "Maybe. Bye, uhh. Ummm." "Name's Josh. And he's Justin. What's your name?" "Miranda." "Later, Mir," he smiled. Miranda waved and smiled back, then continued on her way out of the building. ~*~ "What the Hell has gotten into you?" JC asked as he stormed onto the bus right after Justin. "Nothing," Justin snapped as he lit one up. JC grabbed it. "No there is something up." "I said it's fucking nothing okay? Buzz the fuck off!" and with that, Justin sat down at the small table and stopped talking. I can handle my own fucking demons by myself, Justin thought as he flicked his joint in his ashtray. He knew the drugs were destroying his voice, but he didn't care. They only liked him for his looks anyway, so what does it matter? What does anything matter? The only thing that ever mattered to him was Britney but now she was gone. Tears stung his eyes at the thought of Britney never coming back. God, he needed to see her, hear her, touch her, just. anything. He contemplated over whether he should call her or not. As he decided, his one joint turned into 2, 3, 4, and 5. He was high by the time he'd finally decided to call. "Hello?" said a sweet sounding voice on the other line. He was obviously on speaker phone and he could hear a guy talking to her. "Hey baby," he giggled. He leaned on the counter but swayed and fell flat on his ass. He started cracking up. "Baby? Who the Hell is this?" a masculine voice came on the line. Justin held the phone to his ear once more. "Who the Hell is this?" Justin giggled. "Britney's boyfriend." "Well, then, that sweet pussy is cheating on you!" And he hung up. Justin staggered to the bus' kitchen and he could hear the conversation going on in the entertainment room. "He's high again," JC's voice spoke. Lance sighed. "We really need to do something about him." "Maybe he needs like a psychiatrist or something," Joey suggested. "Like he'd go?" Chris laughed. "You'd be better off getting a cow to go down stairs." "But maybe he would go," JC said. "He seems lost. Depressed. I think he might know something's wrong, he just refuses to say it to us." "But we're his brothers," Joey whined. "He's supposed to tell us everything!" Justin staggered in right then with another joint balanced on his lip and Lance sighed. "You need to quit," he said. "Haha, why?" "Because it'll kill you and your voice." He rolled his eyes, giggling, and sat on the couch next to Lance, behind Chris. "No it won't. Besides, I could quit if I wanted." "Then why don't you?" "I don't want to. I like living the good life." "The good life is being normal and going to church on Sunday's and having pizza on Friday night," JC stated from his chair beside Joey whom was sitting on the floor playing video games with Chris. "Not smoking weed and drinking," he continued. "Oh who are you, my mother?" "No, your brother." Justin looked at him. He did have a bit of a point there. His life did have a lot of downsides to it, but he couldn't quit the drugs. He wanted them, but he wasn't an addict. He was Justin Timberlake of *NSYNC, his life was perfect. Everything was right. Or was it that nothing was allowed to be wrong? Quickly, he stood up and went into his bunk, wanting to sleep before they had to go to the dance studio to meet the new choreographer. |