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~Kei

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************************** Fairy Tale: Chapter Five *****************************


Apparently you don't have to be extraordinary to leave an extraordinary life. I'm sure as hell 
proof of that cause here I am, five years later, Mrs. freaking Justin Timberlake. I think I 
deserve a medal of bravery. Do you have ANY idea how terrifying that man is in the morning, 
all grunty and afroish?!

Anyway... Me and Simba fell in love, sickeningly, disgustingly in love. Our faces were 
plastered all over most of the western hemisphere and you know what, I didn't even care cause 
suddenly I didn't seem so bad after all. We were in tabloids, newspapers, and all over the 
bloody internet. We both had hate sites galore but we didn't care. 

Yes, BOTH of us had hate sites. Some of my fans weren't, and still aren't, too fond of my 
hubby. Yup, MY fans. My CD went triple platinum. So did my second. Guess there's some 
idiots willing to pay money for my music after all. I never became a size two, and I never 
got any taller, but I was, and still am, a pop star. 

Go figure. 

Me and Ray send each other Christmas cards. He has some new talent he's excited about and 
I'm happy for him. Lance went into space and blew chunks all over the camera guy. It was 
funny as hell but, unfortunately, they edited that part out of the documentary. He had a blast 
though and came back, more grounded than ever. Get it, grounded... Sorry, another bad pun. 

JC helped me with the music for my second album, and the one I'm working on now. He's been 
helping some other people too. He's pretty much regarded as a songwriting god in the 
business. We're buddies. Chris never did manage or produce any more talent after me. I guess 
I'm one of a kind. His clothing line took off though, once I knocked some sense into him. 
Hello, not EVERY girl is a freaking size two... So now he's a clothes god. He and JC have the 
hugest egos sometimes but its fun to knock em' down to size once in awhile. The puny mortal 
against the immortal gods... Muhaha! We're all close still.

You know that line, let's be friends? Me and Joey are best friends. We never dated or 
pursued anything beyond friendship and we're both okay with that. He's happy I'm happy and 
well, honestly, I never thought I was good enough for Joey. Justin can be a creep so we go 
perfectly together but Joey is such a sweet heart. He's found himself a nice Italian girl 
though. She was his costar in his latest Broadway side project. I hear wedding bells in the 
future and I think its about damn time. 

*NSYNC survived the fall of bubble gum Pop, despite the odds. They've made, and still are 
making, award winning albums. They don't dance as much as they used to cause Chris is an old 
fart and all but they're still putting out beautiful music that touches the world. I couldn't 
be more pleased. 

Oh, and I never got my revenge against Carson but Mother Nature intervened on my behalf. He's 
going prematurely bald and wears a hair piece. We send each other email viruses. Justin 
doesn't understand our relationship but hell, Justin doesn't understand a lot of things.

My Mr. Bubbles shirt is residing in a prominent place at the Hard Rock Café in New York. 

Don't ask me why.

Me and JuJu go and sing karaoke every Thursday at a club downtown, just for the hell of it. 
Oh, and we have two pugs named Frick and Frack. Yeah, that's a not so subtle Backstreet Boys 
reference. It makes him happy to be petty sometimes and I say, go at it. I've met Nick 
Carter before though, he's a very nice young man. Quite talented, despite hubby's 
protestations to the opposite. 

So, once upon a time there was a girl from middle income America with a lot of dreams and as 
much potential as the average Jane. She got lucky though and one of her dreams were 
realized. She doesn't know quite how or why but she's grateful. 

And our little miss ordinary met, what else, a boy. They didn't love on first sight, or even 
second, but eventually, once they waded through all the crap, they found each other and 
fell in madly love. They got married, our peasant girl and not to knightly knight, in Las 
Vegas with a very embarrassed but proud Joey Fatone as Man of Honor and Bridesman. There 
were three snickering Best Men who promptly shut up when the bride nailed them from across 
the aisle with bobby pins.

And they all lived, if not happily then at least interestingly, ever after. 

So what if its not the most conventional of fairy tales. At least I didn't have to kiss a 
toad. Eww... Carson? No thank you! 

Now how does this go again, oh yes...

THE END. 
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