Scandal: The NSYNC FILESBy: Christie Contributions by Tanya Townsend & Vicki Banner(c)2002 NSYNC by THE RED CREW
Prologue
The courtroom was just like everything you see on those law and order shows. There was this sense of justice and tension that anyone dreaded to feel in the air, made your palms sweat and your voice crack when you talked. It was cold inside and outside the room and all over.
The people once friends now strangers and haters looked around. Nasty looks were given and some whispers were shared with significant others. Bonded by the one force that could bring together people, music and betrayed by the people they least expected.
A lonely man sat at the end of the room, his eyes now empty, the color of the sky and the ocean who once loved was now torn between envidence of what was true and the evidence that he held in his hands. His predicament, go forward and save the day, set the story straight or just loose what he knew in his heart was meant to be his. Money is the root of all evil, he kept hearing in his head and now that evil had shown her face and destroyed his dream. Or had she? Could this have been prevented?
When he looked again through the papers that he carried in a big manila envelope, he knew that he had to do something. He knew her, even though she always showed him hate, he knew the real her. He had know her all his life. He knew what he had to do. As he heard a familiar name called to the witness stand, he stood up and gave the man in the polyester suit the documents that he had found and now was ready to testify.He had to make this wrong, right again.
A victim of the kind of evil that we see in scary movies. The dark magic that lives inside every person, revenge. Revenge, can eat a person alive and swallow their beliefs into oblivion when it's being fed by jealousy.
The courtroom was just like everything you see on those law and order shows. There was this sense of justice and tension that anyone dreaded to feel in the air, made your palms sweat and your voice crack when you talked. It was cold inside and outside the room and all over.
The people once friends now strangers and haters looked around. Nasty looks were given and some whispers were shared with significant others. Bonded by the one force that could bring together people, music and betrayed by the people they least expected.
A lonely man sat at the end of the room, his eyes now empty, the color of the sky and the ocean who once loved was now torn between envidence of what was true and the evidence that he held in his hands. His predicament, go forward and save the day, set the story straight or just loose what he knew in his heart was meant to be his. Money is the root of all evil, he kept hearing in his head and now that evil had shown her face and destroyed his dream. Or had she? Could this have been prevented?
When he looked again through the papers that he carried in a big manila envelope, he knew that he had to do something. He knew her, even though she always showed him hate, he knew the real her. He had know her all his life. He knew what he had to do. As he heard a familiar name called to the witness stand, he stood up and gave the man in the polyester suit the documents that he had found and now was ready to testify.He had to make this wrong, right again.
A victim of the kind of evil that we see in scary movies. The dark magic that lives inside every person, revenge. Revenge, can eat a person alive and swallow their beliefs into oblivion when it's being fed by jealousy.
