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Newlywed Series Introduces: Breathe Heavy by Koralin_Timberlake
1. Track 1: I Run Away by Koralin_Timberlake
2. Track 2: Dirty Woman by Koralin_Timberlake
3. Track 3: Club ' Rave ' ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
4. Track 4: Hot Like Fire by Koralin_Timberlake
5. Track 5: Pre Awards Night/ Justin Reveals ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
6. Track 6: Chop Me Up by Koralin_Timberlake
7. Track 7: Recording Session Pt. 1 ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
8. Track 8: Recording Session Pt. 2 ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
9. Track 9: Stars Make Headlines ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
10. Track 10: Bounce Feat. 50 Cent by Koralin_Timberlake
11. Track 11: Stars Make Headlines REMIX ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
12. Track 12: An Unfortunate Event ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
13. * Authors Note* Message To All Of You Lovely Readers by Koralin_Timberlake
14. Track 13: Sunday Morning Rain Is Falling ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
15. Track 14: Final Bow ( You Desert Me, Baby Boy ) by Koralin_Timberlake
16. Track 15: Scandal Is A 7 Letter Word ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
17. Track 17: She's Unforgettable.Net, Tabloid Kickoffs ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
18. Track 18: She's Unforgettable.Net, Tabloid Kickoffs Cont'd. ( Interlude ) by
Koralin_Timberlake
19. Track 19: Breaking News ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
20. Track 20: Invisible ( Memories Montage ) by Koralin_Timberlake
Track 1: I Run Away by Koralin_Timberlake
Author's Notes:
" It's a good things tears never show in the rain. Just take one last
breath and start all over again." __ Meghan Carter
A soft pain filled melody fills in. The sweet sorrow of a violin and deep percussion of piano
among the thundering sounds of an orchestrated bass fills the air, creating an emotion of sadness,
loneliness and,
Pure heart break.
Alone in a dark empty house sits Meghan. Clad in only a pair of dark blue faded jeans and a tight
fitted black tank top, her legs are curled underneath her as she wraps her arms around her body
baring a blank emotionless expression. The room itself radiates a cold breeze surrounding the
grey feel all around. The setting is black and white as her vision lands on the shattered frame of a
picture on the hardwood floor. Pieces of glass lay strayed across the ground as the picture itself
lay perfectly atop the sharred pieces.
A picture of him and her.
Tearing her gaze away her eyes filled with hurt she stares off to the side as her lips begin to
move to the first verse
You took your love away
Too fast
Left no chance to say
Look back
And now I know the truth it makes it easier
Maybe when time goes by
I'll understand
The room slowly begins to spin in a blurred motion and everything around the room begins to
come alive as the chorus flows through. The glass on the ground magically begins to take shape
once again transforming itself into a perfect frame before it was broken.
Let's pretend, that I've moved on
Then I'll tell myself, that life goes on, without you
The fallen over lamp that had been knocked from the table quickly finds it's way back onto the
coffee table the tiny light bulb inside flicking itself on lighting up a section of the room. As
opposed to her surroundings, Meghan remains in her position on the sofa oblivious to all that is
happening around her. Her lips move in slow motion with the chorus. Her light blue eyes are
now a darker shade of midnight blue and her long hair flows past her shoulders in soft waves
creating a curtain around her face.
Open my eyes, take a look deep inside
I Run away
I Run away
I Run away
Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
By the time the chorus ends the room had magically come back together. All that had been
broken was fixed. All that had been torn up was like it had been before. The lights which had
been cut out were bright, illuminating the room. The red stain of wine that had seeped onto the
white carpet near the fire place had vanished with the wine glass sitting still on the mantle where
it had been earlier. The fireplace which had been damp with logs of black coal instantly set
ablaze the orange- yellow cinder colors reflecting into her eyes.
Aahhhhh
Aahhhhh
As Meghan looks around the room she begins to take notice that the damaged appearance of the
livingroom was no more and everything was back to normal. Rising from the couch she steps
with her barefeet where the broken glass from the picture should have been and trudges down a
dark narrow hall way. The second verse coming into play.
You threw it all away
So blind
The hallway is in a disorder as the living room had been before. Pictures on the wall hung
lopsided and crooked where it is more than apparent that she had taken out some of her anger. A
long narrow crack on the wall displays a sign of her actions. It tells the story of the betrayal she
felt coursing through her and images of her banging her fist upon the wall previous to now begin
to play.
Tears run down her cheeks as she pushed passed him out of their bedroom and into the hall.
Trying her best to get away from him she finds herself struggling against him as he grabs her
from behind. Turning her so that she was facing him his eyes are pleading with hers and he begs
her to listen.
Pushed me far from you
And your life
( life, life }
Snatching her wrists from his hands she pushed against his chest with all of her might. Stumbling
backward his back hit the bedroom door. Angrily he pushed himself off of the door and stepped
to her. Her face was red and her body shook with anger as she yelled at him. It was evident that
she was more than displeased with him. Giving up on his attempt to hold her and calm her down
when she pushed him away the second time, he let his frustrations get the best of him and also
began to shout. Hatefull words were sent back and forth as well as objects that she had thrown at
him. Anything she could get her hands on went flying in his direction as he ducked and dodged
the best he could.
Throwing his head back with his fists clenched at his sides he snapped his eyes shut willing
himself not to get any angrier than he already was. After all, he was the one to blame. It was no
one elses fault but his own. He had been the guilty party. He's the one who had been unfaithful.
He's the one that caused the strain in what was once a beautiful relationship. Not her. Him.
Jabbing her finger into his chest his heart broke as her words pierced through him with venom.
They were so harsh. So mean. So hurtful. And he knew she meant every word of it. Fisting his
shirt inbetween her fingers she continued shouting at him while he remained silent. Her eyes
were begging with him for an answer but her mouth saying other wise.
Now I know the tears won't lead
To loneliness
Baby when time goes by
And that was it. It was the one word that set everything off. The word that caused everything to
come to a halt. He said it. He said it loud and clear. The word she didn't want to her she heard.
And that's what set it off. That's what made her step back and stare at him with wide eyes as he
brought a hand up to his burning cheek.
She slapped him.
He hadn't expected it and neither did she.
Her hand that was poised in the air was now covering her mouth as a fresh set of tears brimmed
her eyes. Each step forward he took she took one back. They did this until he had her backed
against the wall. Placing his hands on either side of her face he rested his forehead onto hers. His
own set of tears now apparent. Not believing what she had just done she shook her head from
side to side while he whispered comforting words to her. His lips touched hers for a brief second
until she pulled away. Wiping her mouth with the back of her had the anger that had disappeared
in a matter of seconds returned as the kiss reminded her of where his lips had previously been
hours before.
On hers
Storming into the bedroom she emerged with his leather jacket. Shoving it into his chest she
pointed toward the front door telling him to get out. She shoved and shoved him until they stood
at the top of the staircase. Spinning on her heels she was prepared to lock herself into the
bathroom like she had done many times before when his last words stung her heart as he called
after her.
He was going to be with her.
The slamming of the door made her jump slightly. Biting down onto her lip she turned her
attention to the vase on the hallway table. Picking it up she hurled it against the wall bits and
pieces of glass flying into the air. The flowers that had been in it fluttered to the ground. Feeling
herself go weak in the knees she fell against the wall for support banging her fists upon it as she
slid down it helplessly.
I'll understand.
The sound of tires squealing resounded in a loud echo in her head as she stared at the crack in the
wall. The crack alone shared the events of that night in vivid color. Skimming her index finger
along the wall she crooned the rest of the chorus. Glancing over her shoulder so that she had a
clear view of their bedroom she stepped forward halting just in the doorway.
The room was a disaster.
Nothing was left untouched. Everything had been destroyed.
What love had helped create. Love helped annihilate.
Let's pretend, that I've moved on
Then I'll tell myself, that life goes on, without you
Open my eyes
Standing there in a state of emptyness she was in a state of oblivion as the room and the hallway
began to take affect. Just like before, everything started to move around in a blur and come
together. She stood frozen in the midst of it all. The once crack in the wall was now straight and
perfect, clear of any damage. The vase sat back on the table with flowers perched neatly inside.
The bedroom in a complete haze was transformed brand new right before her eyes. The dressers
which hung open had been closed. The bed sheets and pillows on the floor were placed neatly
against the head board. The perfume bottles and papers lined up neatly along the vanity. The
clothes on the ground hang neatly in the closet and once again the darkness that surrounded all in
it's sight was gone.
The lights had magically turned back on erasing the bad memories recovering them with old
happy ones.
Look deep inside
I Run away
I Run away
I Run awaaaaaaaaaaay
Still in her broken mind set she couldn't see all that was occuring around her. She couldn't see the
signs that she didn't need him anymore. She couldn't read the writings on the wall. The house
was trying to tell her something. It was telling her that it was time to move on. Telling her to get
past it all. Telling her that she was stronger than all of this. The house had come together and it
was distinctively trying to get the message across that she was to pull herself together just like it
had done.
But she ignored it.
And as the house fixed all that was damaged and turned them anew she was blind to it all.
Everytime she would walk past something that was broken or messed up the moment she
brushed past it it would end up like it had been before.
Outside, the sound of rain began to patter against the window pane. The lightening was fierce
and the thunder was booming. With a heavy sigh, distraught was marked all across her features.
Running her hand through her hair she turned away from the bedroom doorway and headed
downstairs. Passing by a broken mirror she stared into it. The reflection that stared back at her
was one of a broken girl. Hey eyes didn't hold that light that they used to and her smile never
once made an appearance. She held a permanent frown.
Not being able to face her reflection any longer she gathered her keys and headed for the front
door. As soon as her back was turned the tired reflection that was holed up in the mirror changed.
Kept inside was her reflection before tragedy struck. The once beautiful cinderella was replaced
with the soul of the tortured step daughter upon the arrival of her prince.
But it was too late. She was already out of the door before she had to chance to witness that she
still was cinderella.
I Run awaaaay
The rain pattered against the hood of her car completely drowning it with droplets of water,
covering the windshield as she drove on the sleek pavement of the black roads. She couldn't
distinguish between her tears and the rain making it difficult for her to see clearly.
The chorus fades out and an intense instrumental break displays the many emotions coursing
through her body. The violins stand alone stringing the chords in sync with the chords of her
heart. As the melody begins to overtake all together.
Following the melody is the rain.
The more intense and vigorous it gets the harder the rain begins to fall.
The more labored her breathing the more rough the violins play.
The harder her fingers grip the steering wheel the darker the sky becomes.
The faster her tears begin to spill the quicker the clouds come rolling in.
As quick as the beating of her heart begins to pace the louder it echoes with the clapping thunder.
The images that flow through her mind flash across the windshield of her car like a theatre
screen.
Him and her kissing. Him and her making love on their bed. Him carressing her body with his
soft hands. His hands smoothing down her back. Her hands tuggging at his hair. His lips grazing
the spot beneath her ear. Her tounge slithering across his neck. Their naked bodies shuffling
across the sheets.
All the while the images burned into her memory another blur came over her and this time she
was sitting in the passenger seat of her car. She had an outer body experience. Now instead of
having a breakdown she was watching herself go through the motions like an innocent bystander.
I Run away ( way way way way )
Ahhhhh
I run away ( way way way way )
Ahhhh
Reaching her hand out to take hold of her other selfs hand it was to no avail as her touch faded
once it came in contact with her. Her hand simply passed through her like a ghost.
Realizing there was nothing she could do she continued to look on and watch herself get
swallowed into the disaster that lie ahead.
The Meghan who was driving the car pressed her foot further onto the gas as the images kept on
with their haunting.
Her whispered words of I love you's
His groans
Her moans of pleasure
Their names dripping from each others lips
I Run away
Ahhh
Way
I Run away
Way
Way Way Way Way Way
Their quiet giggling
It was all to much to take and she never saw it coming.
All melody ceased and it was just her voice belting out the lone lyrics to the light strumming of a
guitar.
Let's pretend, that I've moved on
Then I'll...
Speeding down the empty roads, bright lights from the car ahead flashed immensely immediately
corrupting her vision. Along with the booming melody with the music that came tumbling back
in came, the crashing of two cars.
Tell myself, that life goes on, with out you
Open my eyes ( Ahhhhh )
Take a look deep inside
I Run away ( I run away )
I Run away
I Run awayyyyyyyyy
Ambulance and news camera surround the scene as she is lifted on a stretcher and placed in the
back of the ambulance truck covered in a white sheet from head to toe. Standing off to the side in
a grassy area near the forest road was her otherself. She looked on as chaos ensued the scene.
Turning her head she watched herself get pulled from the car by the medics and get placed in the
back.
Lifelessly.
Yellow caution tape was tacked all around the scene while cops held reporters at bay while clean
up crew took on trying to clear away the mess.
Media stations and T.V. reporters clamored back and forth filming the entire scene. A latin
woman dressed in a red suit held her mic up to her lips while she spoke into the camera. Her
voice filled with apparent shock.
' Rosala Lindez with breaking news, Pop singer Meghan Carter, ex-wife to singer Justin
Timberlake moments ago has just been involved in a tragic car accident and has been
pronounced dead on the scene. Once again, Breaking News. Singer, Meghan Carter has just been
involved in serious accident and is pronounced dead.'
( I Run awayyyyyyyyyyyyyy )
Let's pretend, that I've moved on
Tell myself, that life goes on, without you
Open my eyes ( Ahhhhh )
Take a look deep inside
I Run away
( I Run away )
I Run away
The loud sirens of the ambulance sound off in the distance as the ambulance rushes away before
everything begins to fade. The rain had stopped falling and suddenly the clouds in the sky began
to seperate. Standing alone watching everything around her begin to disappear into nothing,
Meghan herself slowly starts to fade away until there is nothing left but sheer white.
Let's pretend, that I've moved on
Then I'll tell myself, that life goes on, without you
Open my eyes...
Sitting in her car unmoving, Meghan blinked longingly and stared back at the house infront of
her. She had remained in her driveway all along. With movements ever so slow she slipped the
keys from the ignition.
Take a look deep inside
I Run away
I Run away
I Run away
Opening the door she set one foot down onto the ground followed by the other. Looking up to
the sky the clouds began to part and a tiny beam of sunshine began to peek through. Suddenly
the sky changed color from dark gray to baby blue.
Let's pretend, that I've moved on
Then I'll tell myself...
A slow smile crept itself onto her face as she padded up the cobblestone drive way toward the
front steps into her home.
She realized that she didn't need to run anymore.
Life goes on
And soon enough her heart will too
That life goes on, without you
Open my eyes
Take a look deep inside
I Run away
I Run away
' I Run Away' song credit: Britney Spears
Track 2: Dirty Woman by Koralin_Timberlake
Meghan sat perched in her high chair infront of her vanity table adjusting her bangs that had
fallen over her eyes. With a quick exhale of a breath she closed her eyes briefly going over her
routine in her head once more.
" Focus." She silently coached herself. " No need to be nervous you have this in the bag. You can
do this chick." When she opened her eyes she was met with her reflection in the mirror staring
back at her.
With a positive nod of her head she slid from her seat and stood tall.
" You can do this." She repeated more sure of herself this time.
Adjusting the torn shreds of her black top she walked over to the tan sofa across the room where
her arm bands lay strewn on the cushions. Quickly slipping them on each of her forearms the
ripped material added the finishing touches to her costume completeting the sassy, sexy, gothic
appeal she had been going for.
Over her shoulder she checked her apperance in the mirror and had to smile at herself. Never in
her life had she ever put on an outfit that was as provocative as the one she was wearing now but
then again she wasn't that girl anymore. Today standing before her was a whole new person. She
had changed for the better and in lieu of that her personality and image had taken a dramatic
makeover also. Ever since her divorce with another said popstar she had taken all of the pain that
she had kept inside for so long and turned it into something else. Something stronger. The
heartbreak she suffered had been her motivation to drop and rid herself of the 'woe is me' act and
spin it so that it was now an ' take no shit' act. And she didn't.
And tonight was the night where she was going to make it clear not only to herself but to the
whole world.
A sudden knock at the door shook her from her thoughts as she waited for the person to make
themselves known.
" Come in."
Then a gentlemen that she recognized as one of the backstage stage hands poked his head inside.
A garbled voice floated from his headseat and he spoke into it nodding in the affirmative.
" It's showtime. Are you ready?" He asked politely although there was a slight quickness to his
voice. Not wanting to blantantly rush her out of her dressing room he spoke in a manner in which
meant she needed to get a move on.
" Let's do it." She responded with a smile. Opening her door wider he allowed her to pass by him
following her out into the white halls. Bustling through the hustle of the backstage area her
assistant as well as her entourage escorted her down the hall prepping her for the performance as
well as speaking words of encouragement.
" I want you to kill this performance tonight ok?" Her choreographer told her as he stood behind
her giving her shoulders a quick massage.
Blowing out a short breath she accepted the mic from a crew member wriggling her hands at her
side. After a quick hype from her choreographer she was directed to her mark on the stage. As
she moved forward to take her place behind the curtains she paused and turned her head to him.
" I'm not going kill this. I'm going to murder it." She whispered with a smirk.
Shooeing her off he gave her a thumbs up and anxiously looked on from the backstage cameras
where a live shot of the audience was shown. Rubbing his hands together nervously his face was
one of disgust when the camera rested on him. Him who in his mind had given a far from
spectacular performance tonight sitting behind a piano with his stupid mini camera all shoved up
in his face.
Shannon appeared at his side seconds later also showing a look of distaste when she noticed him
in the camera grinning ever so charmingly in his gray suit all hugged up against none other than
the person who had been his accomplice in his infidelity against their friend, Cameron Diaz.
" Ugh. They damn well deserve each other." She spoke with malice. Rob made a noise in
response.
They watched as Lupe Fiasco took the stage and prepared to introduce the next performer of the
night. Their hearts began to beat with excitement as the audience began to cheer when her name
was spoken. The camera quickly cut to Justin for a reaction when the name of his ex-wife was
said but found none.
Rob shook his head.
" What goes around does come back around. Just wait and see Timberlake."
" Wait and see."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dressed in an all black formal tux Lupe Fiasco took the stage holding up the mic to his lips as he
addressed the crowd
" Our next performer of the night has sold millions of albums and sold out auditoriums world
wide. She remained off the scene for awhile but now she is back with a fierce new album and
she's been hittin it hard. Here tonight at the 49th annual Grammys she will perform her new
single ' Dirty Woman ' for the first time ever. Everyone put your hands together for the ultra
sexy... Meghan Carter."
The clapping of the audience began to subside as the curtains raised revealing a shadow cast in
black standing high in the middle of the stage on a platform of steel steps. The background
singers, the band, the dancers, everyone and everything was hidden in the dark.
Suddenly the long awaited silence had been interrupted when the sound of a heavy electric guitar
riff echoed loudly through the auditorium. A white fog started to spread across the stage and a
single blue light shone on the shirtless guitarist as he appeared from the shadows to the front of
the stage. His brief solo lasted only a few seconds before two more guitars joined in and the
music began to start up.
It was slow, dark, and angry. Not something you would expect from a popstar.
And as Meghan brought the mic up to her lips she figured but then again she wasn't a popstar
anymore. No. After tonight, she was going to be a rockstar.
Oh no...
Oh no...
Oh no...
The stage still hidden none the less was now being illuminated by a tiny delve of light. It wasn't
bright enough to see clearly but it was enough to distinguish her features as it cast down onto her
from above. Looking out into the audience she could see the eyes of her fellow celebrities as they
looked on in shock and some in waiting anticipating her next move. She knew what they were
probably thinking. This is definately not what they were used to.
But as she stood tall and powerful soaking up all of the energy of the room and what the already
screaming fans were giving her she pushed their opinions aside as prepared herself to deliver a
performance of a lifetime.
You'll never make him stay
So take you're weight off of him
I know your every move
So won't you just let him be
He's been there times before
But he was too blind to see
That you seduce every man
A shame that he fell so easily
Taking the steps one by one the heels of her leather boots clanked against the steel as she moved
about in a tantalizing manner. Sliding her fingers down the railing as she got to the last step she
remained there gripping the rail in her hand tightly.
She's saying that's ok
Hey baby do what you please
I have the stuff that you want
I'am the thing that you need
Leaning her body agaisnt the staircase she bent over backwards slowly running her hand across
her chest seductively. Standing upright she skimmed her hands down her leather clad leg before
bringing it back up to rest on her hip. Turning her head in the opposite direction she narrowed
her eyes at one of the male dancers who came up behind her. Grinding her body against his front
she spun around so she was facing him. Fisting his t- shit in between her fingers she brought his
face closer to hers.
She looked him deep in his eyes
She touching him so to start
She said theres no turnng back
She's trapped him in her heart
Roughly pushing the dancer away so that he fell to the ground she stepped over him toward the
guitarist as she got ready to dive into the chorus.
She's a dirty woman, nah
She's a dirty woman, nah
She's a dirty woman, no
A blast of orange flames burst up from the floor on either side of the stage. They heavy fog that
floated was lifted as red and orange laser lights engulfed the stage. The band in the back pounded
on their instruments as the back up singers belted out as loudly as they possibly could. The three
male dancers and the three female dancers moved in sync with each other perfecting the well put
together routine they had rehearsed days earlier.
A dirty woman
Let him be!!
She shouted the last part with such force matching the vibrations of the drums and guitar mixed
into one. Once again the lights dimmed as to what they had been before and a hazy fog engulfed
the stage again.
Oh no...
Oh no...
Leaving his side Meghan sashayed over to the mic stand in the middle. Placing her mic in it's
holder she switched her hips in a lethargic motion swiping her tounge across her lips peering
down into the fan pit below her. She grinned as their hands reached up to touch any part of her
that they could.
Oh no...
With a playful shake of her index finger she shook her head 'no' leading into the second verse
She likes the boys in the band
She knows when they come to town
Every musicians fan after the curtains come down
She waits at backstage doors
For those who have prestige
Who promise fortune and fame
A life thats so carefree
Snatching up the mic again the stand began to wobble. She caught it sliding her body down it
before throwing it to the ground harshly. Now on her knees she swiveled her hair around
crawling closer to the edge of the stage like a prowess on the hunt.
She's saying that's ok
Hey baby do what you want
I'll be your night loving thing
I'll be the freak you can taunt
During that last line she made a bold move. Seeking out a male in the audience she picked out
one who was closest to her. Using her finger as a motion for him to come closer his eyes
widened and a broad smile spread across his face as she wrapped her fingers around the back of
his head and swiped her tounge across his earlobe, her breath hot on his neck. Pulling away she
winked at him as she slithered around on her knees. The leather material of her pants sliding
against the glossy stage. The boy in which she had just violated remained jaw dropped as a
couple people excitedly egged him on.
And I don't care what you say
I want to go too far
I'll be your everything
If you make me a star
A dirty woman, nah
A dirty woman, nah
A dirty woman, no
A dirty woman...
Grinding against the leg of one of her dancers he grabbed a handful of her hair and forcefully
moved her head from side to side. Dipping her head back she thrashed around back and forth her
eyes tightly shut. As gold and silver sparks erupted near her she made sure to keep herself a few
inches away inorder to save herself from injury.
A dirty woman, nah
A dirty woman, nah
A dirty woman, no
A dirty woman...
Now on her feet she gripped the mic in her hands tightly. Pushing through her dancers who
where grinding all on her in a cirlce she ran down the narrow walkway that stopped just before
the celebrity seats. She dropped to the ground sliding the rest of the way as she screamed the
next few lines
She's dirty!!
She's dirty!!
Damn filthy!!
She's dir...dir...dir...dirty!!
Everyone looked on in awe and amazement at her performance. Jaws dropped, wide eyes, at the
edge of their seats it was all one big circus. Lights, fire flames, pyro shooting off in every which
way, torn outfits, half naked dancers, smoke, loud and blaring riffs, just plain....pandemonium.
And they were eating it all up.
Suddenly the music began to slow down like it had been in the intro. After her little air guitar
stint she was hunched over as if she were in pain. With one hand planted on the ground she lifted
her head her wild hair falling over her eyes. Staring out into the audience her chest heaved up
and down and her body shined with perspiration.
Staggering to her feet she walked to her right stopping at the edge of the stage looking out into
the rows high above
She said I have to go home
Cause I'm real tired you see
But I hate sleepin alone
Why don't you come with me
Then he said my baby's at home
She's probably worried tonight
I didn't call on the phone
To say that I'm alright
After serenading the right side she stalked over to the left side but instead of going to the end of
the stage she stood a few feet away from it standing in the spot that she deemed perfect for a
clear view of him. Her eyes bounced off all of the many faces purposefully skippng over his.
Justin looked up at her trying to keep his face as emotionless as he could. Inside he was raging.
He knew the lyrics were about him. They have had to be. She was putting him on the spot and it
was more than embarrasing to him. She may not have been staring directly at him but she was
getting the message across as clear as glass
Clenching his jaw he continued to watch as she made a mockery of him on national television.
Cameron on the other hand latched her hand onto his with a roll of her eyes.
But no, she walked up to him
She said I'm all yours tonight
He said he ran to the phone
To say baby I'm alright
But the lies continued on
When he told her but unlock the door
Because he forgot the key
She said he's not coming back...
Turning her head slowly her eyes narrowed visibly as she focused solely on Justin and Cameron
with a piercing gaze. The fire that blazed through her icy blue eyes was more than evident and
caused quite a stir up as the people begin to stare at them and whisper with eyes brows raised.
Justin eyes locked with hers and he was unable to tear his gaze away. Cameron fidgeted in her
seat uncomfortably trying to play it off to the cameras by smiling but Meghan's next words
forced her to look back up at her as they hit her like a ton of bricks.
Because he's sleeping with me!!!
Meghan had sung that last part so loudly that it rang throughout the crowd and hit them with
such force. It was more than unexpected to say the least.
Then suddenly a herd of gasps erupted as explicit images and words displayed on the big screen
in the background high above the air. Words like: Cheater. Scum. Whore. Unfaithful. Disgusting.
and many other defaming words.
A dirty woman, nah
A dirty woman, nah,
A dirty woman....
Being the bold person that she is Meghan pointed her finger directly at Cameron with a sharp
glare switching up the words of the chorus.
You dirty woman, nah
You dirty woman, nah
You dirty woman...
You can't beat me!!!!!
Swishing her head around violently both of her guitarists joined her side and the three of them
banged their heads back and forth jamming out true rocker style.
Meghan brought the mic back to her lips urging the crowd who were already on their feet
cheering loudly.
Come on!!
Come on!!
Come on!!
Come on!!
Carelessly dropping the mic onto the floor she raked her hands threw her hair bowing as her
performance came to an end. The auditorium were on their feet giving her a much desereved
standing ovation. With a smug chuckle she looked to Justin and blew him a kiss. Turning her
attention to Cameron she swiftly gave her the finger.
Not wanting to stick around for their reactions she spun on her heels strutting back up the stage
with a smirk on her face. Disappearing behind the curtains she could still hear the roar of the
crowd as she was escorted back into her dressing room.
" That was...oh my god... that was sick!! Meghan you were soo damn good." Rob and Shannon
exclaimed bounding into her dressing room smothering her with hugs.
" Thanks you guys. I feel really good." She said with a shortness of breath donning a cocky
smile.
" Wish we could celebrate more but we need to get you in your dress and back out there."
Shannon said going to the closet for her dress.
" Ok." Stripping off her sweaty costume she slipped into her dress as her make up and hair artists
arrived for a re touch up on her hair and face.
On her way back to her seat Rob nudged her with his elbow and she turned to look at him.
" I don't remember that last part being in the routine." He said with a knowing grin.
She shrugged coyly thinking back to the end of her performance.
" Hey, in the famous words of my ex what goes around comes around right?" They shared a
quick laugh slipping past the reporters and photographers clamoring around her asking her about
the amazing stunt she just pulled.
Now in her seat she leaned over and whispered into his ear as Beyonce accepted her award for
best female.
" More than you'll ever know."
Song credit: Michael Jackson ' Dirty Diana'
Track 3: Club ' Rave ' ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
Seated in a booth surrounded amongst four of her girlfriends, The group raised their glasses in
the air above the center of the table, beaming as the liquid threatened to spill over the rim.
" Ok, I would like to propose a toast." Eva Mendez spoke, casting her eyes between them all.
But before she could go on any further, Meghan, already caught up in her own festivities, threw
her drink back swallowing it all in one gulp. In a fit of giggles she set her glass down on the
table, using her finger to swipe up the remains as it dribbled from the side of her mouth.
Eva nudged her with her elbow eliciting a few sniggers from the others who's drinks were still
poised in the air.
" Meghan!!" She exlaimed. Meghan maintained her innocence with a quick shrug followed by a
hiccup. " Jeez girl, your supposed to wait until after I finish. Not before I even start the damn
speech."
With a sideways grin, Meghan playfully rolled her crystal blue orbs as Eva motioned with her
hand to the bartender for another round of drinks.
" I'm sorry guys. I'm just so ready to get this party started."
Dancing in her seat to Three Six Mafia's ' Doe Boy Fresh' as it pumped loudly through the
speakers down below on the lower level of the club, a male waiter set the round platter full of
shot glasses on the center of the table.
" Get this party started? We haven't even been here an hour yet and you've already had a
Champagne Rainbow, A Devils Tail, a shot of Jack, and two, no wait..." Counting the empty
glasses infront of Meghan, Eva raised her brow." Make that three Rum n Cokes."
Accepting her glass from Eva, Meghan looked to the other girls with a look of annoyance.
" I really appreciate you observing my alcohol intake but last the time I checked I was over
twenty one mom." With a short nod of her head she backed up her last statement by taking a
small sip of her 'Tequila Sour', savoring the taste as it dissolved in her mouth. " Plus, this stuff is
just way to good." She added comically.
Jessica Simpson, who had been sitting to her right, shook her head with a bemused chortle. " She
is sooo gone."
" Am not!!" She defended. " I'm just, what's the word?" She paused a second, casting her eyes
upward in thought.
" Drunk." Janaie, her bestfriend supplied or more so clarified as the girls agreed in amusement at
their friends lack of intelligence at the moment.
" No." She replied with a playfull glare. " I'm buzzed. Yeah that's it. Buzzed."
With a wary glance in Meghan's direction, Janaie leaned toward Shannon, Meghan's P.A. and
also bestfriend. " Dude, if Johnny were to find out about this, you know we would be so screwed
right? She said in a whisper.
Shannon merely nodded in the affimative.
" Big time." The two chuckled.
" Ok, just checking." Janaie then fell back into the conversation.
Replacing her now empty glass with a full one, Shannon sat back and watched as Jessica, Eva,
Janaie, and Meghan quarrled with each other over some subject matter or the other. Staring off to
the side, she watched as various celebrities strolled around the V.I.P. , mingling with their friends
and what not. Three Six Mafia's ' Doe Boy Fresh' ended and now the D.J. was spinning a cut
from Fat Joe's ' I Make It Rain'
Yeah, I'm in this business of Terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain { I make it rain )
I'm in this business of Terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain ( I make it rain )
I make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain ( I make it rain )
I make it rain on them hoes
" Meghan!!"
" Meghan!!!"
Loud chatter between the girls ceased as someone or someones seemed to be beckoning for the
star's attention. Peering off in the direction of which the voices were coming from, by the
entrance of the V.I.P. behind the red ropes were a pack of photographers clamoring to find their
way inside. Held back by security guards, they opted to shout out at the celebrites instead.
Blinded by the zillions of flashes that went off as soon as they turned their heads, the girls faced
forward seemingly have calmed down some after their brief debaucle in which surprisingly she
won.
Now, the girls somewhat more inebriated then before, returned to raising their glasses in the air
for another attempt at a toast.
Meghan began.
" Alright. I think that it is only fair that I give the toast after having screwed up the last one,"
" Damn right." Eva muttered. Bumping her with her knee, Meghan flung her napkin in Eva's face
after she ever so discreetly called her a ' coke whore'.
Laughter resounding aloud, she went on.
" Ok, I would like to dedicate this toast to my girls. Seriously, I have no clue what I would do
without you guys." She spoke looking inbetween their faces. " You all have been there for me
through thick and thin. You've stood by me and supported me through all of my rough times and
for that I'am forever grateful,"
Pretending to swipe away a fake tear, Eva put her hand to her chest as if she were trying to keep
her emotions in check in which the girls then fell out laughing.
" So, I say that tonight we make this our-"
" Would you please hurry up? I would like to see the dancefloor sometime today." Janaie huffed
with an impatient cross of her caramel legs. Meghan sent her a look cracking a tiny smile. " It's
not the freakin Grammys in here." Janaie also added.
" Dang Jana. What in the heck has gotten into you?" Shannon questioned, befuddled all the while
exhilirated.
Jessica waved her off.
" Eh, she just wants to hurry up and catch that Taye Diggs look alike guy standing in that corner
over there." They swiveled their head in the direction she nodded. " She's been eyeing that guy
ever since we walked in here." She finished causally.
The guy posted against the wall speaking with three or four others noticed the girls looking at
him. As he caught Janaie's stare he winked at her with his green eyes and sent her a grin.
" Ooooohhhhh, Lookie lookie here," Eva taunted as Janaie's cheek turned an immediate shade of
red. All turing to stare at her, the teasing was relentless. " I think Janaie has got herself a little
boyfriend."
Janaie went flush.
" Shut up." She pouted, securing her arms across her chest. Meghan laughed aloud throwing an
arm over her friends bare shoulder.
" Ok ok. Let me hurry this up so Janaie can hurry up and snatch Mr. 'How Stella Got Her Groove
Back' before he get's taken by someone else." She hugged Janaie to her side when she grumbled
calling her a ' Bitch'.
" As I was saying earlier, I love you girls with all of my heart and I look forward to another ten
years of this crazy friendship. So I say, to a girls night out."
Clinking their glasses happily, they repeated the saying once more in unison.
" Girls night out!!!" Slamming their drinks down onto the table, they all fell back into the booth
with gratification
I see your lips movin, but I don't hear nothin
Everybody talkin like they really know something about us
But they don't know nothin about us
I'm just tryin to live
But you're all up in my grill
How's a girl to breathe with the media
Staring down my mouth with a four inch lens
I'm just trying to hit the mall with some of my friends
They talkin bout us so I guess we doin somethin right
Ballin in the mix with the camera lights shinin bright
They know we caked up but they don't know how much we worth
People clear the celing off because we gettin work
As Brooke Hogan's feat Paul Wall 'About Us' began to bump, Janaie set her Gucci purse down
next to her and stood from the booth.
" Where are you going?" Jessica asked.
She pointed to the ladies room. " I'll be right back." Smoothing down her mini skirt, she primped
her hair a bit, adjusting her top.
Passing knowing glances back and forth, the girls watch their friend take off as she strutted
across the room.
Sitting up, Meghan called after her. " Um, the ladies room is over in that direction sweet heart."
She shouted pointing to the opposite side of the room.
Winking at them over her shoulder, Janaie purposefully switched her hips infront of a group of
middle aged men seated at the bar as she went her own way.
" Oh no she didn't!" Eva exclaimed. Falling over eachother with loud cackles, they couldn't help
but mull over the fact that instead of heading to the 'Ladies Room' their pal instead went in the
direction of the ' Mens' where she had last seen her Mr. Taye Diggs scamper off to.
" I love that girl. I truly do." Jessica spoke, gently waving at Adrian Brody as he quickly passed
by.
" Right." Meghan sounded after a while.
We flying the first class
Up in the sky
Poppin' Champagne
Livin' the life
In the fast lane
And I won't change
By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy
The Glamorous
The Glamorous, glamorous ( the glamorous life )
By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy
Surveying her surroundings, Meghan sighed a small sigh of contentment. For the first time in
what seemed like an eternity, the smile currently placed on her face wasn't one of phoniness, it
was one of happiness. Pure and clean happiness. Going back to the last year in her life which in
her opinion was one of the hardest, she would have never thought that she were ever going to get
another chance relinquish herself with another sunny day or a laugh of exuberence. According to
the media, she was supposedly suffering from some sort of post partum depression after the
divorce. Launching herself into a morose state of health and all of that crap. True, she did feel a
bit dejected at a time and maybe a little discouraged, but that was that. She wasn't some helpless,
spiritless, woebegone that the tabloids made her out to be.
She was far from that. After maybe a month, month and a half, or could be less of sulking a bit,
she was right back on her feet as if nothing had happened. All though you wouldn't have been
able to tell because according to the media she was just another ' helpless star going through a
harsh divorce'. They never tended to speak on how well she was doing, or print the pictures of
her smiling and having a good time. No. Only the photos of her at a moment in which she
seemed sad and desperate were the only ones that seem to catch everyone's attention.
Such is a life huh?
Well, atleast tonight was one of the best night's she's had in a long time. It took some serious talk
and a bit of persuading to get her manager Johnny Wright to give her the day off, seeing as she
has been working herself to an early grave the last couple of months with her album coming out
as well as preparing for another vigorous world tour, but as soon as he gave the 'okay' she was on
the phone faster than the speed of light dialing up her girlfriends. Coincidentally all of them had
the day off as well, so it all worked out perfectly.
Tonight was going to be her night. She was going to make damn sure of it too. Nothing was
going to bring her down. No way. Not the papps who have been snapping away pictures of her
all night, not the whispers of the few wondering what she was doing out in club instead of crying
at home, not the strict alcohol limit that Johnny had told Shannon to put her on, which she has
been ignoring by the way, Nothing.
Tonight it was just about her and her gal pals. She was on top of the world and if she has
anything to do with it, it was going to remain that way. Nothing was going to bring her down.
Nothing at all.
" Justin!!"
" Justin!! Hey man over here!!"
" Lookin good JT!!!"
" Justin, just one for the camera!!!"
" This way Justin, this way!!!"
Except for that.
Sending a message on her two way, Eva halted in her doings to look up. " What in the hell."
Shifting to get a better view, the girls squinted as nothing but bright lights went off near the
entrance. Photographers were at an uproar as they shouted and hollered at the Mr. Sexyback
himself, shoving and tripping over one another.
" Justin!!!"
" Justin man!!!"
Using his bodyguards Lonnie and Tiny as a blockade round himself, Justin entered the club
behind him lagging an entourage of which consisted of, Trace, Pharell, Tyler a friend of Trace's
and Trace's new model girlfriend. Dressed in familair Timberlake attire, A maroon William Rast
T shirt with the initials written in yellow, blue jeans, white sneakers, and a black cap that read '
Jack Daniels'. All smiles and occasionally making small talk with the photogs, Justin Timberlake
and his crew manuvered their way into the tightly packed club, stirring up more and more
commotion as other's recognized his prescence.
Stopping at a nearby table, he shook hands with Snoop Dogg before getting lost in the sea of
bodies on his way to the bar.
" He is not all of that important." Jessica stated. Before they could face forward another uproar
started but this time it was for Cameron Diaz. Her heels clicking on the ground as she walked,
she refused to acknowledge the papparazzi who were desperately vying for her attention.
Flipping her bangs out of her eyes, she kept on in the direction of which Justin had gone.
The photogs were not pleased at all and resorted to calling her names such as ' Low class actress'
' Ice Queen' ' Tooth pick' and things.
One even went as far as to say ' Eat a hamburger you flat chested stick.'
Even though he was thrown out for that comment, Meghan and a few others couldn't help but
begin to crack up at the man.
" Bunch of bitches anyway." Eva refered about Cameron and Justin. Dismissing it all with a flick
of her wrist, she resumed tinkering with her phone, deciding on placing a quick call to her
boyfriend.
" Hey, you alright?" Jessica whispered. Rising from her seat she opted to sit next to Meghan who
had suddenly become quiet.
With a tight smile she replied with an " I'm fine."
Jessica nodded, gently laying a hand on her thigh. " You know, if you're up for it we can leave. I
heard that ' Spot' was really good tonight. We could head on over and check it out."
Meghan patted her hand but shook her head ' no' opting to let out a breathy laugh for her friend. "
Jess, you don't have to worry. I'm fi-"
She was interrupted by Janaie who came bounding over to the table as if her heels were hot on
fire. Catching her breath some, she stared at them wide eyed.
" Guess who I just saw over by the bar supposedly getting his ' swerve ' on or whatever it is that
he calls it." All the while she spoke her hand flailed wildly about.
" Justin and Cameron."
Jessica, Meghan, Shannon, and Eva, who was tangled in a conversation on her phone replied in
unison.
Clamping her mouth shut, Janaie let out a soft ' oh ' and plopped down in the booth next to
Shannon who gave her an inqusitive look, wondering about her whereabouts for the last forty
minutes.
I see you windin and grindin up on that pole
I know you see me lookin at you and you already know
I wanna love you, you already know
I wanna love you, you already know
A brief silence fell over them and as she looked around Meghan noticed that all eyes on the table
were on her. They were looks of unsure on how they should react and tenderness toward their
friend.
Staring back at them, Meghan finally released a sigh and cleared her throat. She knew what it
was they were thinking. She was thinking the exact same. Things were really going to blow over
once Justin catches word that he just walked in and took over the same room as his ex.
Sitting up, she blew out a breath flipping her auborn hair over her shoulder as she spoke with her
hands.
" Will you guys please stop with all of the sympathy glances? Seriously people, I'am ok." She
reassured them with a small smile. " Just because it just so happens that he's here doesn't mean
I'm going to automatically break down and cry. I'm so over him you guys." With a disdained
wave of her hand she continued. " He's not even apart of my life anymore and for that I'm happy.
So if I'm happy then that means that you guys should be happy too alright? I've said it once and
I'll say it again, forget his ass. I'm not going to let someone as stupid as Justin Timberlake ruin
our night alright."
Signaling for another round of drinks, as soon as they reached the table, she told them each to
grab a glass.
" Now, no more staring at me like I'm some fragile piece of glass ok?" She looked back and forth
between them adamantly. Gripping her cup, the pink liquid swirled around. " We came here to
party our asses off and dang it that's what we are going to do! Now if you guys don't throw back
these drinks and let loose then I will personally see to it that I kick all of your asses individually
understand?"
After a hesitant moment of quietness, Eva spoke.
" Hell Yeah!!! That's what I'm talking about!! I want to get drunk!!" She boasted just a bit to
loudly that a few onlookers stared at them with beguilement across their features.
Meghan laughed to herself, clamping her hand over her friends mouth.
Shannon clinked her nails against her glass. " Well said dear. Well said."
All inhibitions thrown out of the window the girls agreed then excitedly downed what was to be
a chorus of drinks by the end of the night.
The rest of the night was spent enjoying themselves. Drawing much attention to themselves the
girls engaged in many different activites. From body shots atop the bar, hitting the dancefloor a
couple of times, dancing atop the tables, nothing was off limits. Meghan had even been invited
by the D.J. to mix a few songs here and there in which the club goers went wild, snapping away
pictures of the singer on their phones.
Signing a few autographs and posing for a few pictures, the more than blantantly drunk females
resorted to taking a few pictures for their own keep sakes, posing in very erotic postions, well as
erotic as you can get in a public place. The pictures were very borderline 'girls gone wild' just
without the showing off the boobs and ass but as for everything else, it was all very amusing to
watch.
Later on in the night, the girls were engaged in a round of pointless gossip when a photographer
happened to break through the red ropes unseen by the security.
" Meghan, smile."
Caught off guard as he began to snap away, the girls were to drunk to even care at the moment
and automatically began posing. Throwing her head back in a fit of giggles, from the corner of
her eye Meghan noticed that Justin was staring in her direction. With his beer in hand, he leaned
aganist the bar and shook his head in disgust. Cameron was off somewhere with Trace's
girlfriend at the moment. Mouthing a few words to Trace who stood beside him speaking with a
friend, he glanced in the direction in which Justin had spoke of. Letting out a laugh he shook his
head also and the two turned away from the scene.
This pissed her off. How dare he have the nerve to look down on her after what's he's done. Who
does he really think he is?
Biting down on her lip, a brilliant idea formed itself in her head.
She'll show him.
Smiling sweetly at the photographer she put her hand up to stop him ." Wait, wait, wait. "
Hiccup. " Could you hold on for just one second?" She put her finger to her lips and hiccuped
once more.
He smiled holding his camera that hung around his neck. His cap was placed backwards on his
head as he reloaded the film.
Meghan dug into her purse for a pen but found none so she turned to Jessica.
" Meg, what are you doing? What are you looking for?" Shannon questioned.
" Quick, give me a pen or something." She spoke hurriedly. Finding a permanent marker in her
bag, Jessica handed it to her. " Thanks."
The girls shared befuddled stares as they watched her snatch a white napkin off the drinks platter
and scribble a few words on it.
" Okay you guys, listen up..." Capping the pen she informed the girls on what she had planned.
Ecstatic after learning of the plan, the girls then proceeded to huddle together and smile chessily
for the camera.
" Girl you are so good!!!" Eva beamed. Meghan simply shrugged with a smirk.
" Alright we're ready." Meghan informed the man. Directing his camera he prepared to snap
away. " Alright you guys ready?" They nodded. " 1..2...3"
Holding up the napkin in her hand front and center, the girls with big smiles on their faces
proceeded to lift their fingers in an obscene gesture. Meghan, who was bunched in the middle
held the napkin with both hands, smirking openly.
The photographer, as he read what was written on the napkin, silently thanked the heavens above
for he knew that as soon as he printed the picture he and his family were going to be set for life.
Front Cover
' Star Magazine '
Meghan Carter's Wild Night Out On The Town!!!!
'We wonder what ex hubby Justin Timberlake has to say about this photo?'
On the cover of 'Star' magazine was a photo of Meghan, Eva Mendez, Jessica Simpson, Shannon
and Janaie flipping off the camera with bright smiles while Meghan held up a square white
napkin. And in bold capital letters it read,
' Fuck Him'
Track 4: Hot Like Fire by Koralin_Timberlake
An edgy pop beat begins as the start of the video. The screen then cuts to inside the living area of
a lavish hotel room brightly illuminated. The camera passes by the television but no sound is
coming through. As the beat progresses, the focus lands on a silver Razr cell phone placed neatly
on the middle of a coffee table next to a stack of magazines. The background lighting of the LCD
screen is blue and the focus zooms in closely as the name ' Nikki ' pops up as the caller id.
The focus stays on the phone as a hand with french tipped fingernails lifts it, flipping it open.
The screen is then split into two as Meghan appears on one side and the caller appears in the
other. Nikki, her friend in the video is standing against her car in a parking lot across the street
from a night club with her phone pressed to her ear. It's night outside as club goers mingle
around the sidewalks near the entrance. A bouncer with black shades and a t- shirt guards behind
the red ropes unclipping it to let a few people in.
Next to Nikki, is her friend Mina perched on the hood of the car watching as the scene infront of
her unfolds. She looks to Nikki briefly pointing across the street. Nikki only nods her head as the
person on the other end picks up.
" Meghan, you are never going to believe what I'am looking at right now."
Meghan's face is zoomed upclose as she furrows her brow slightly
" What are you talking about?"
" You know your man? Mr. Wonderful? The guy you're always talking about?"
" I know, he's so hot, right."
(Oh oh, yeah)
" Yeah, hot, whatever. Ok, anyways, he is all up on that girl Jade."
The focus stays a bit longer on Nikki, then follows her line of vision across the street onto a boy
and a girl posted against the brick wall of the club. The girl has her back against the wall as the
guy before her leans his down toward her neck. She turns her head and giggles, halfheartedly
pushing at his chest. Pulling back, he places his hand underneath her chin tilting it upward as he
stares down at her. His other hand is planted against the wall as he steps closer and pulls her in
for a a kiss.
" Jade?" What are you talking about?" Meghan inquired through a short breathy laugh.
(Oh yeah, yeah eh yeah )
" Yes. I'm telling you girl he is playing you."
The beat intensifies to rougher more bass pumping sound as Nikki confirms surveying the
couples every move. On Meghan's side, her features are one of disbelief as she rolls her eyes
finding the situation to be amusing.
" Whatever." Meghan digresses now full out in laughter.
Nikki jaw drops slightly as she breathes out putting her mouth closer to the mouth piece. Mina
tugs on her arm gesturing wildly across the street at the girl and Meghan's cheating guy. Nikki
passes her a look of impatience as she attempts to convince Meghan of her findings.
The beat drops and is acceuntuated by synthesizers mixed with a light hip hop sound.
" Meghan, I'am serious! He is all over her! Believe-"
Snatching the phone from Nikki's grasp, Mina slid off the hood of the car and put the phone to
her ear just as she heard Meghan say, " Whatever. I do not believe you." In between soft
laughter.
Securing her purse strap onto her shoulder, Mina speaks into the phone in a rushed tone.
" Meghan, I swear it's true. I was watching them. I can see them right now! It's so disgusting!"
She voiced with a look of distaste.
( Oh oo oh )
As the situation becomes less amusing, Meghan eyes begin to narrow a bit and her lips draw into
a thin line.
" You guys...." She sounded feeling a bit unsure.
( Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah )
Nikki snatches back the phone. A few feet from them Meghan's boyfriend has wrapped his arms
around the girl's waist from behind. A few of his friends walk up to them and they stop to talk.
The girl clings to his arm protectively with a smile on her face as she pushes his head away when
he leaned over to suck on her earlobe.
" You better- Girl, I'm serious. You better call him up right now."
Raking her hand through her hair, Meghan's suspicions begin to take over " What do I do? What
do I say?" She stammers.
" I don't know, but I'm looking at him. I mean, you gotta tell him the truth. You gotta tell him
how it is."
( Oh oo oh )
" He's playing me?" Meghan blurts out suddenly.
Standing side by side, Nikki and Mina shake their heads eyeing the scene unbelievingly. " He's
playing you soo bad."
( You wanna play a game boy )
With a sigh, Meghan's side takes up the full screen as she stands in the middle of the room with
an icy glare. Ending the call, she dropped the phone onto the table and walks from the room.
The screen switches back to Nikki and Mina as they climb inside her car and pull away from the
parking lot before the picture fades then returns with Meghan.
Wearing a pair of midnight blue leather cut offs and a top exposing her midriff with her breasts
pushed up, the background behind her is all black with burnt orange and red lighting. Using
special effects, yellow orange flames cascade in the back in a falling motion. There is a single
chair in the middle of the semi glossed floor. Straddling the chair, Meghan gives the camera a
smoldering stare under her lashes as the first verse kicks in.
You told me that you would always be
The only thing that I'd ever need
And all my friends, that they were never good enough
To be with me
Smoothing her finger over her lips, her bangs hang before her eyes as a tranquil shot of her biting
down on her bottom lip glides by in slow motion.
A beamer rides up the cobblestone driveway of a house with a pack of cars parked alongside.
Parked near a Lexus, the headlights shine brightly before being shut off. The doors fly open and,
Meghan steps out meeting her boyfriend half way. Tucking her hand into his he leads the way
inside the house and they are met with loud music and people dancing and hanging around.
Walking further inside, Meghan simply smiles as her boyfriend greets his friends on his way by.
You want me to stay at home
And like a fool, I did for you
Attaching herself to his side, Meghan sips from her red plastic up taking in the noise around her
while her boyfriend chats it up with a few of his guy friends ignoring her prescence. Halfway
turning when she felt a light touch on her arm, Meghan smiled and hugged one of her girlfriends
as three more walked up.
They talked a bit then one of her friends gestured toward her boyfriend which Meghan brushed
off with a roll of her eyes seeing as he hadn't been paying her any attention. Gripping her wrist
gently, Nikki signaled with her head for them to go hang out by the balcony. With a quick nod,
Meghan was about to follow after them when she felt someone pull her back.
Gesturing toward her friends, her boyfriend stared over her head at them. They were passing him
cold glares in which he returned. Pulling Meghan closer to his side, he mouthed a few words
which made her face fall into a frown. Turning toward her friends with an apologetic glance, she
watched them walk off whilst shaking their heads.
Looking to her boyfriend, Meghan narrowed her eyes as he kept on with his friend as if nothing
had happened. Once again forgetting that she was even there.
Now I see the game that you playin on me
Oh oh
The chorus drops just as the scene changes.
You go out with your friends at night
Like it's alright
Cause you're hot like fire
Retrieveing his phone as it vibrated in his pocket, he examined the caller id before putting it
away without answering. When he looked up his friend gave him a look with a raised brow. With
a smug grin, he shook his head as if to say 'forget it'. Meghan watched the exchange between the
two with suspicion. His friend nodded his head in her direction with a smile and she removed her
boyfriends arm from around her waist. Staring down at her, she pushed her red cup into his chest
mouthing a few words before walking off, manuervering her way through the crowd.
Other girls call your cell phone, boy
You can't help yourself
Cause you're hot like fire.
Back to the main set up, Meghan is seated sideways on the chair tilting it until it stands on two
legs. She places one hand on the ground to balance herself and the other is holding onto the back
of the chair. As she sings the chorus different shots of her abusing the chair range from her
standing on it, crouching on it, to her sitting in it with her hands on her thighs as she throws her
head back then leans forward. The flames and the orange lighting coincide in a tranquil pattern
with one another as the lighting brightens then darkens continuously with each movement she
makes.
You didn't know she was my bestfriend, baby
You just played yourself
Cause you're hot like fire
Baby, don't try to run your game on me
Now lying underneath the chair on her back trapped in by all four legs with her arms above her
head, Meghan slides out from under it with her hands on either side of the seat halfway pulling
herself up.
Cause it's plain too see
That you're hot like fire
Standing in front of the chair, she gives it a powerful kick sending it flying backwards. It flips
slowly in the air three times almost 3D like before nearly crashing into the screen before landing
on it's side.
Fire, like fire, like fire
The bass pounds three times and the screen cuts into four seperate lines and in each line Meghan
is frozen in mid step. As the beat picks back up, each still begins to merge into one whole screen
like pieces of a puzzle as she completes the choreography. The second verse coming into play.
You said you loved me, baby
And we never will fall apart
It's a friday night and everyone has gathered together in an empty parkinglot to watch a drag
racing contest. A bunch of guys have brought out their best souped up rides and were placing
bets on who was to win. Cars were lined up side by side with their heads lights on in a half circle
leaving the middle of the lot clear. A bunch of girls dressed up in skank outfits traipsed around in
their two bit skirts flirtatiously winding up the guys. Meghan soon walks up and spots her
boyfriend decked out in loose jeans with a chain on the side pocket, a plain white tee with a
black beater underneath with his cap backwards on his head. Coming up from behind him, he
turns to give her a one armed hug and a kiss on the cheek.
You even told me once
That you suffered from a broken heart.
Affectionately swiping her chin with his knuckle, she watched him saunter over to the starting
line as the enemy line threw haterous glares in his direction. Nodding his head as if to say ' do
something' her boyfriend smugly climbed into his car, buckling himself up when to his left he
noticed his competitors ride pull up next to his slowly. Mugging one another fiercely, their
engines roared as smoke filtered from the tail pipes. A few feet away a female held up a
checkered flag waving it to and fro as she counted down.
Gearing up the gas, once she gave the ' go head ' their tires squealed forcefully and both cars took
off down the street lanes at break neck speed.
Made plans to share a summer romance
A dream for two
Just me and you
The cars were on their way back to the finish line and Meghan's boyfriend pressed on a tiny red
button next to the wheel which sent his car zooming past the yellow mark.
Hopping down from the back of a car, Meghan excitedly made her way over to him but stopped
short when a girl came out from the other side of the parkinglot and bum rushed him. His arm
immediately went around her waist as he lifted her off the ground and twirled her in a circle. The
enemy lines waved him off as the victorious side crowded around him in celebration.
But now I see what you're really about
Oh
As the chorus hits again, the parking lot is cleared except for the cars parked in a semi circle and
dancing in the open gap in the middle is Meghan. Her costume has changed. In red and black hot
pants with a matching top and shades, she leads the group of seven dancers as they execute a
series of dance moves.
You go out with your friends at night
Like it's alright
Cause you're hot like fire
Other girls call your cell phone, boy
Standing atop the hood of a silver and gray 'Lamborghini Concept S' designed in futuristic detail,
the focus on Meghan is from the ground up and she stares down into the camera popping and
rolling her hips. The screen follows her round the car as she remains on top, performing a few
hand movements, followed by a high kick and spin ending with a split, her extended ponytail
swishing in every which way.
You can't help yourself
Cause you're hot like fire
You didn't know she was my bestfriend baby
You just played yourself
Cause you're hot like fire
Baby, don't try to run your game on me
Cause it's plain to see
That you're hot like fire
As the beat simmers down a bit shots from the main set up and the parking lot set up play into
each other fading then coming back in. The choreography remains the same in each scene as the
images continue to interchange.
Fire, like fire, like fire
Fire, like fire, like fire
Fire, like fire, like fire
Fire, like fire, like fire
Synthesizers and the bass begin to intensify as the screen changes back to the main set
background except for this time, full length diamond shape mirrors surround her bouncing off
from reflection to reflection. Panning up to one mirror in particular, the screen is sucked inside
and brought into another dimension. This time, the background is devoured in complete flames
as they hang from the ceiling in droplets and rise from the ground. On an octagon shaped
platform lit up by tiny bulbs attached all around the edges, it floats in the air and spins as
Meghan is lying on her back from an aerial view.
Oh, tell me who'd you think I was
Did you think I was your fool
Days after the drag racing fall out, Meghan finds herself in her car accelerating through traffic to
the club where her cheating boyfriend is currently located. The review mirror captures the side of
her face as she continues to sing but her attention is solely focused through the windshield.
Gripping the steering wheel she makes a sharp left turn as she weaves through the tunnel of
passing cars.
Maybe you've taken other girls for a ride before
But I got your number
Parked outside of the club with the engine still purring, Meghan observes the entrance from the
passenger side window. Seated in the backseat, Mina and Nikki lean forward and the three begin
to discuss their plan for the evening. With the plan set in action they exit the car and make their
way inside the smoky building packed with gyrating bodies.
Meghan's fixation diverts to the upper level of the club as she passes by the steps. Mina and
Nikki scampering off in other directions, the screen stays with Nikki as she pushes her way
through the throngs of people over to the section where the D.J. is mixing. Pacing up the side of
the steps she comes up from behind him and whispers something in his ear. Nodding his head
she slyly slips the device into his hand then goes on her way.
See, baby, I can play your game
Connecting a few tiny wires onto the device, the D.J. with his head phones round his neck, stuck
a micro sized black mic onto the back of it. His moves being captured in slow motion.
And you can tell me how it feels
Rising from the booth, the unknown female stood from the lap of Meghan's boyfriend pacifying
him with a kiss on the lips before making her way through the curtains. On her way to the ladies
room, her heels clanked against the hard steel of the ground underneath her feet as she eyed the
female coming her way.
Meghan, her face expressionless cut her eyes at the female brushing past her, looking over her
shoulder at her bare back. The exchange lasted what seemed like hours as the screen slowed
down capturing the two's icy glare. Green eyes to Blue.
Cause everything you've ever done to me
Glancing to her left then her right making sure no one had seen her, Meghan slipped behind the
black curtains leading to a private booth. The screen then changes pace and lands on her
boyfriend who is in the next booth having the time of his life. In a white button down, he holds
his beer in his hand, with a wide smile as he chalks it up with his friends.
The screen goes back to the D.J. who looks up and spots Mina in the corner with a phone in her
hand. She looks back at him and with a quick nod of his head to confirm that all was in place,
she immediatly dialed Nikki. On the other side of the club, Nikki recieved the message then went
ahead and dialed Meghan.
Can be done right back to you....
A slick smile came to Meghan's face after Nikki's call. Everything now being set in action, she
scrolled her contacts for one name in particular. Her movements were languid as she pressed the
send button and waited.
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
Gathering his phone from his pocket, her boyfriend checked the caller id to see who was calling.
It read ' Girlfriend 3' Shifting the unknown female in his lap, he nodded at one of his buddies
who nudged him on the shoulder before answering.
" Hello?"
As soon as his voice came through, the music in the club came to a halt and his voice echoed
from the speakers loudly. All of the dancing in the club came to an abrupt halt as they looked
about in confusion.
Maybe you thought you could play me
Thought that you would make a liitle move and fake me
See honey, I don't need to be
Just another quick notch on your belt
That's not me
I'll never be a prize on your shelf
A real player, you'll never be
You need to run that game on someone else instead of me
Look at you now, poor baby
You're so through
So tell me how it feels
Now that someone is playing you.
After hearing a sharp click, he stared down at his phone bewildered and in a state of shock.
Hearing the commotion of the crowd down in the lower level, he stood to go see what everything
was all about. Pushing aside the black curtain he was instantly met with stares, laughter and
chorus of jeers. Jaw agape, he stepped back when he saw himself on the huge screen above the
D.J.'s head. Coming to realize that his conversation had been secretly recorded, heard, and seen
for everyone to see, the screen followed his movements when he swiveled his head to the left and
standing there was Meghan wiggling her phone in her hand and surprise, the girl he had been
cheating on her with.
Standing closer to the table, Meghan reached down and picked up a pitcher of beer emptying it's
contents all over him. High fiving one another, the two turned their backs leaving the clup wide
eyed and jaw dropped. As if he couldn't have been humiliated any further, the screen ahead
replayed everything all over again as the crowd began to escalate with laughter once more.
You go out with your friends at night
Like it's alright
Cause you're hot like fire
Other girls call your cell phone, boy
You can't help yourself
Cause you're hot like fire
Singing the chorus through, the screen cut to all three main set ups. The parking lot, to the
orange/red room, to the mirrored flames room with the floating octogan platform. In each,
Meghan appeared with her dancers then by herself. It repeated going back and forth for a few
more lines of the chorus.
You didn't know she was my bestfriend, baby
You just played yourself
Cause you're hot like fire
Baby, don't try to run your game on me
Cause it's plain too see
That you're hot like fire
Ecstatic, hanging over each other in laughter as they burst through the doors of the club,
Meghan, Mina, Nikki, and the unknown female who turned out to be Meghan's bestfriend,
Deanna, Meghan accepted her keys from the valet as the girls climbed into her car beaming with
excitement.
You go out with your friends at night
Like it's alright
Cause you're hot like fire
Other girls call your cell phone, boy
You can't help yourself
Revenge couldn't have been any sweeter.
Cause you're hot like fire
You didn't know she was my bestfriend baby
You just played yourself
Cause you're hot like fire
As the last round of the chorus came in, the back of Meghan's car was the last thing seen as she
pulled away from the club following that, all three main setups interchanging then ending with
her car driving further away as the chorus faded out.
Baby don't try to run your game on me
Cause it's plain too see
That you're hot like fire
You go out with your friends at night
Like it's alright
Cause you're hot like fire......
Song Credit: Jessica Simpson 'Hot Like fire'
Track 5: Pre Awards Night/ Justin Reveals ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
Author's Notes:
:)
And in other news...
Trace stared at the television somewhat in a trance. With a shake of his head he lazily lifted the
remote from his lap and flipped the channel. Resting it on Access Hollywood, he didn't bother to
acknowledge Justin who had just entered the television/ familyroom until he planted his bottom
in the seat next to him heavily.
" Man, that is some crazy stuff." He suddenly said out of nowhere, his eyes dancing around the
screen.
Justin shifted so he was lying slightly on his back propping his left foot upon the Cherry Oak
round coffee table before him.
" What is some crazy stuff?" He questioned, stealing the small pillow that was currently behind
Trace's back and placing it under his head.
His back support now gone Trace fell back into the couch, stretching his arm he gestured toward
the television with the remote.
" Her. She. That girl right there." He then looked to Justin with a persistant stare " She is crazy."
Justin returned his stare with a perplexed one of his own. Then turning toward the television, he
brought his thumb to his lip and began to chew on his nail as he observed the girl that his friend
deemed ' Crazy ' as she spoke with a reporter at some random charity event. From what he could
tell it was the Challenge For The Kids Event from two years ago.
" She's not crazy man. What are you talking about." He said lowly more so entranced by the girl
on the screen that he was all too familiar with.
Trace snorted unconvicingly.
" Yeah, whatever. Your only saying that because you just got finished smoking that blunt. You're
brain must not be functioning in the proper order at the moment because I know, were you to be
sober you would have definately agreed with me just then."
" Dude sober? There's no getting sober when you're high. As far as I can tell I'am sober. I'm just
calmer than usual." Justin rattled off.
" Wow." Trace marveled at what he found to be one of the lamest excuses that he has ever heard
in his thirty one years of living. " Maybe you are right. She's not the crazy one. You are."
Ignoring his last comment, Justin lightly scratched just under his chin, resting his other arm
behind his head.
" I'm so hungry man. Do we have any left over of that pizza we ordered yesterday?" Scrunching
his face, Justin smoothed his hand over his stomach just as the growling noises began to kick in.
Trace found this funny and began to laugh at his expense. " No man. You finished it all last night
after you smoked up about half of my stash."
Justin winced when his stomach growled a bit louder this time.
" Well, shit man. Don't we have anything to eat around here?"
Trace shrugged. " Hell should I know. I don't live here."
" But you eat here." Justin countered.
Again another shrug. " Who am I to pass up on an oppourtunity at free food." He supplied.
Justin made a disapproving noise, opting to lay on his side in hopes that the hunger pains he felt
in his stomach would soon cease.
" All you do is free load man. What in the hell am I paying you for?" Justin grumbled his calm
mood now messed up on his wanting to eat something.
Trace could hear the irritation in his voice. It was only to be seconds before he was fully annoyed
so Trace decided to rush the process as he thought up his best witty comeback.
" Hey, being your bestfriend is not the easiest task in the world. And since I'm the one that has to
clean up after your shit 24/7 I might as well get some compensation for my services."
Staring at him from the side, Justin furrowed his brow. " Trace, just shut the hell up man. You
make no kind of sense."
With a goofy grin on his face, Trace slouched lower in his seat, planting his feet on the coffee
table, then dropping them after Justin told him to remove his feet from his table. Trace looked at
Justin's foot that was on the table in which Justin sent him a look that read ' My house. My feet.
My Table.'
" Whatever dude."
The commercial on the television was over as quickly as it came and now Debbie Matenopoulos
was on the screen filling in for Pat ' O' Brien who was absent. A segment about Mischa Barton
had just finished as Mark McGrath sent it over to her for her report on the more recent of news.
" Man, she is so damn fine. Nick Lachey is one lucky as bastard." Trace said as he drooled over
the E! correspondant.
Justin nudged Trace with his sock covered foot. " Turn it up."
Raising the remote, Trace turned up the volume to a considerable tone.
Lately, there is no doubt that a certain pop singer has been stirring up quite a commotion leaving
spectators and the media at a loss for words. Yes, I'm talking about the one and the only Meghan
Carter,
A small photo of Meghan then appeared on the right hand corner of the screen. It was an upclose
shot of her face as she beamed brightly her hair cascading in soft waves down her shoulders, her
bangs swept to the side.
Just two weeks shy of the 49th Annual Grammy Awards where she delivered what some say as '
a performance of a life time' fitted in an all black costume similar to one of a Domintarix,
Meghan was on fire as she slithered and sang her way across the stage, leaving the attendes of
the show jaws agape and in shock of the pop tarts sudden transformation. The once too innocent,
songs sweet as bubblegum pop teen idol, and little sister to Backstreet Boy Nick Carter, that we
all once knew and very much still love has broken free from her ' pure virginal' days, now
dominating the role as the music's industry ' Reigning Queen Of Pop' and she surely shows no
sign of slowin down any time soon.
Speaking of slowing down which seems not to be Meghan's case, It's the media's attention that
this pop princess seems to have gotten a strong hold of. Ever since the release of her much
anticipated comeback album ' Breathe Heavy' back in November, Carter, 24, has been storming
up the tabloids all across the country but, maybe not in the way that your thinking. It's her nasty
split from ex- husband Justin Timberlake a year and a half ago that has everyone still buzzing.
Though it is still speculated that the cause of Carter's almost career downfall was brought on by
the divorce, her reps as well as Carter say otherwise stating that ' It was all a bit rough at first and
extremely heartbreaking, but we all took this as a sign that a break away from the spotlight was
in her best interest. The divorce may have played a major role in her sudden hiatus but it was the
labels and Meghan's choice to become as secluded as she possibly could. Not because of the
divorce, but because it was just that time. Years and years of being in the studio and on the road
was beginning to take it's toll on her physically, mentally, and emotionally. All that she was
asking for was for her privacy and we respected her wishes dutifully.'
Well, now a days it seems that Carter is more than ' well rested ' which brings us to our whole
reason of reporting today. As of late it seems that Meghan has been really enjoying the single life
since she has been spotted on more than numerous occasions leaving L.A.'s hottest nightclubs in
the wee hours of the mornings. It's Meghan's second week of being captured by photographers as
she ventures out on her ' wild night's out' seen stumbling on the sidewalks in three inch heels to
almost even pulling a ' Britney peekabo' just four days ago in the ' Cabana Club' parking lot. But,
it's not Meghan's partying ways that has the media running around in a circus. It's this recent
picture released nation wide that has everyone buzzing.
Joined by long time gal pals, Jessica Simpson, Eva Mendes and bestfriends Shannon Peters and
Janaie Brookland, the four entered through the private back door entrance of ' Zone' around 11:
15 p.m. escaping the burden of papparazzi staked out in the front. Witnesses inside the club say
that Meghan and the girls set off the night with a bang, ordering round after round of drinks then
spending the rest of the night ' livin it up'. It was from a club goers phone that we were able to
view these pictures of Meghan on the bar in a game of 'body shots' and scratching a few records
with the D.J. which turned out to be a real crowd pleaser. All may have been fun and games for
the ' pop princess' but this photo of her holding up a napkin with the words ' **** him' written in
ink while all four ladies generously flipped off the camera says it all. The photo is said to be
aimed at none other than ex Justin Timberlake who coincidentally happened to be there that
same night. We couldn't reach Timberlake's representatives for a comment but reps for Carter
claim that the incident was a prank aimed at no one in particular.
Yeah, we don't believe that either.
When we caught up with Meghan just two days short of the incident, in a small interview when
questioned about the incident, Carter simply laughed saying " We were just having fun. I mean,
if I really wanted to confront him I wouldn't do it on a piece of napkin, I would say what I have
to say to his face. But then again I wouldn't blame him if he took the hint."
Ouch!! I believe that them are fighting words.
Now, ending this on a much lighter note, while in Germany for a press conference, J. C. Chasez,
former Nsyncer and close buddy to Timberlake has revealed that he and Meghan will soon be
joining one another in the studio. Hmmmm? Possibly, maybe a duet in the works? No other
information has been released at this time but we'll be sure to keep an update when we get more.
Whew, now that was a lot to spew! Back to you Mark.
Victoria Beckham aka Posh Spi-Abruptly switching to another channel, Trace let out a low whistle and turned to Justin who lay
emotionless on his side. His face bare no expression but his eyes seemed to be in a hypnotized
state as he stared at the screen not once batting an eyelash.
" Well, I'm going to get a beer." Trace announced suddenly jumping up from the couch. " Want
one?"
For a minute Justin lay still before slowly coming to. " Yeah." With the help of Trace, Justin
sluggishly rose from the couch and into the kitchen with Trace.
" Here ya go man." Justin accepted the ice cold beverage choosing to sit atop the counter near the
sink as Trace closed the door with his foot, leaning with his elbow on the island counter top.
Uncapping the top with the faucet, Justin took a quick gulp, letting his eyes roam the expensive
kitchen appliances.
" Sooo," Trace began watching the foam dissipate in the bottle as he tilted it from side to side. "
Wanna talk about it?"
" Talk about what?" Was Justin's immediate response.
Trace hung his head low with a soft chuckle. His friend was so stubborn.
" Whatever the hell it is that your thinkin about that has got you so quiet over there?"
" Who said I was thinking about something? Can't I just enjoy a few mintues of solace without
you going and opening your mouth and ruining it?"
See. More stubborn than a bull.
" By all means you can go ahead and enjoy all the quiet and peace in the world you need but I
know that that's not the reason why your acting like a recluse right now."
Justin stared at Trace who's bottle lingered at his lips nonchalantly. Tilitng his head to the side,
Justin folded his arms across his chest.
" Is that so Trace?"
Trace simply nodded.
" Really now?"
Another nod.
Setting his beer down next to him he gave Trace his full attention.
" Okay, since you seem to know so much about me, how about I humor you and let you
enlighten me about what I seem to have circulating my mind. Go ahead. Tell me about me or my
' thought's' as you seem to say." He finished with air quotations.
Trace merely sipped from his drink, sliding up a stool so that he could sit comfortably.
" I got one word for you." He spoke calmly resting against the back of the stool.
Justin, with his brows motioned for him to continue.
" Meghan."
" Man, your just saying that because you just watched her on tv not ten seconds ago." He
rebutted with irritation resuming to bumping the bottom counter with the heel of his foot. " Nice
try, but no dough. Guess you don't really know me like you think you do."
" You are so full of it my friend." Trace commented under his breath.
" Man, whatever."
His calm mood from his high now messed up, Justin was feeling the slow affects of a migrane
soon coming on. Eyeing his beer, Justin opted not to drink anymore pouring the contents down
the drain.
Trace observed his movements quietly relinquishing in his own frosty beverage. Silence fell over
the two. Trace didn't want to press the issue with Justin any further but deep down he knew his
best friend was hurting. Talk about one hell of a bruise to his ego. For the first time since he'd
known her, Trace has never pegged Meghan to be so cruel. She used to be so kind and sweet.
So...so...so not the ' media whore' that she had become. The words sounded extremely harsh in
his mind but it was hard to describe her as anything else. She's just soo, Different. Not acting like
her true self in the tiniest bit. Maybe, it could be that it's all an act that she's putting on for the
cameras. A publicity stint to get her album sales to raise higher, get more tickets sold, or
whatever but, if this is the person that she has truly turned into then another down fall doesn't
seem too far ahead. In fact, at the rate she is going, it's sure to be right around the corner. Trace
didn't honestly want to see her pave her own way into a class ' A' destruction but that's all that he
could see as her future if she didn't save herself from her worst demon.
Herself.
It's clear that she's not to blame for her recent unexplainable behavior. It was Justin who went
ahead and did what he did unbeknowst to him and the rest of the world but then again she was
partially to blame also. I mean, Justin have had to have a reason of why he decided to ruin his
marriage and cheat with one from his past. It could have been a fall out between the two or,
something that caused the demise of what was once a healthy,beautiful marriage because there is
no way that his friend would kill the one thing that meant the entire world to him. She was his
light. His world. His entire reason for breathing. Well, atleast she used to be.
Sure, she may be hurting but what about him. Has he not been affected by it all? Has he not
suffered the lost of a companion? Has he not been a victim of constant media speculation and
abuse also? Has he? All of that doesn't seem to matter to anyone. All they see is that he cheated
and she seemed to be the most afflicted at the end. But what everyone doesn't know is that he
had been constrained also if even not more. He may not act like it from time to time but it's there.
Just buried way down deep inside away from the public's eyes.
As Trace reclined in his seat and let his mind wander, a sudden thought or question made itself
weasel it's way through the crevices of his skull.
What really happened?
Sure as Justin's bestfriend for thirty one years now, he knew more than anyone else, besides
Lynn, everything that went down. But to be fair, he's only heard what Justin had told him. He'd
never gotten the chance to hear Meghan's side of the story. With all that he knew, Trace still
couldn't help but feel that there was still more to that he didn't know of. More that was being left
out. More to tell. More that he could only find out from one person.
" Can I ask you a question?" Trace sat up. " And after I do will you promise to answer me
honestly? The truth and that's it?"
Justin stared down his friend with inquisition as he rested his forearms on the counter
interlocking his fingers together. He hadn't even bothered to look at him but just stare into the
fruit bowl ahead.
Justin flipped his bottle cap into the air with his thumb. " Depends." He caught it then flipped it
again. " Does this have to do with that bowl full of whip cream and that pink feather boa you
found under your bed the other day?" He eased into laughter hoping to let up on the tension he
could feel rising in the air.
Trace didn't laugh. Justin took notice and cleared his throat. With a sigh, he twirled the cap with
his index finger and his thumb.
" Sorry. Go ahead."
" Why did you do it?" Trace asked without the slightest bit of hestitation in his tone, staring
Justin dead in the face only Justin's eyes stay glued to the vanilla patterned tile down below.
Stopping mid twirl, Justin shifted uncomfortably. He was quiet for a long moment before he
spoke, his eyes still casted downward but Trace could hear the emotion in his voice.
" If I told you you wouldn't believe me." He said in almost a whisper but Trace heard clearly.
The stool screehed against the tile as Trace scooted himself closer to the island, folding his arms
on the counter. " Try me."
Justin sighed again. This was going to be hard. He hadn't told anyone of his real reason. He sugar
coated it all to make himself look like an asshole but he knew that Trace knew him too well. His
jig was up. He couldn't lie anymore. It was time to tell his bestfriend the truth. The complete
truth.
" For her," He started picking imaginary lint from his shorts. " I did it for her."
Trace's brow crinkled.
" Who? Who is her?"
" Who else do you think?" Justin questioned not giving Trace room to respond as he went on. "
Meghan. I did it for her." He repeated.
Befuddled, Trace was still at a lost.
" I don't understand."
Justin straightened his slumped form and blew out a long strenuous breath preparing himself for
what he knew was going to be a very long night.
" Okay." He breathed, resting the back of his head against the cabinet, looking up to the ceiling. "
You remember the day that I proposed to her right?"
Trace nodded, even though he couldn't see.
" And you remember how you and everyone else were always telling me that she was too young
to get married? That she wouldn't be able to handle all of the responsibilites, pressures and
commitment that came along? That twenty was too young of an age to get settled down so
quickly?"
" Mhmmm." Trace sounded as he somewhat had a clue of where the direction of the conversation
would be leading.
"Well," He paused. " You were all wrong. It wasn't her that wasn't ready for marriage, it was
me."
That threw Trace in for a loop.
" I mean, the reason why I blocked all of you out whenever you would begin to tell me that I had
made a mistake was because Meghan showed me that she was ready to be a wife and she was
damn good one at it too. Sometimes I can't even believe how perfect she was... still is. I don't
know...it's just...it's like, I had everything that I had ever dreamed of right in the palm of my
hands. She was that girl that I had been looking for all of my life. The girl that I had long since
dreamed of her being my wife when I was younger. The woman that I wanted her to be the
mother of my children. The woman that after Britney, Alyssa, Cameron and all the other's, I've
never felt a love so strong for. A connection that was more than real. It was true. And for the first
time since I've ever been in a relationship, it felt right. It felt like of all this time, she was the one
that I was supposed to be with. She was the one that I was supposed to profess my vows with.
She was supposed to be my to ' have and hold'. She was supposed to be my ' till death do we
part'. She was all of that. I belonged to her and she belonged to me. We belonged to each other.
And that scared me. I mean, it freaked the living shit out of me man."
" But four years though. You two were together for four years. Blissful years might I add. How
and why is it now that all of that suddenly started to sink in?"
Trace questioned. Hopping of the counter, Justin decided to pull up his own seat opposite of his
friend. Propping his elbow up, Trace leaned his cheek against his hand anxiously waiting for him
to carry on.
Justin was aware of the eagerness in his eyes and had to inwardly laugh to himself. He always
knew that his personal life was interesting but not that interesting.
" Honestly, I can't even answer that question myself. I've tried and just...." He shook his head
blankly. " All I know is just one day everything just hit me like a ton of bricks. I vaguely
remember waking up that morning and looking to my left and there she was. Sleeping like an
angel." A warm smile spread across his face as he traced imaginary circles into the marble with
his finger in a far off daze. " She looked so peaceful. And the first thing that popped into my
head was, ' What am I doing?'. ' How could I do this to her?'--"
" Do what? What did you do? You hadn't cheated on her already had you?" Trace sprightly
interrupted.
Justin tilted his head to the side with annoyance. For someone who wanted to find out the truth
he sure had a lot to say.
" Are you going to keep interrupting me or can I finish telling the story?"
Trace sat back, resting his feet on the bar underneath his chair. " Sorry. Go on."
" But yeah, I realized that," He paused to stare across at his friend"... this made sound weird to
you, but to me it makes all the sense in the world. I realized that I had never given her the chance
to love. I took that away from her."
Justin put his hand up when he noticed the signs of Trace coming on with another interruption.
Trace clamped his mouth closed again and listened.
" I've had my fair share of love and I've had my fair share of heartbreak but Meghan, she's never
experienced any of that before. Well, up until now. But what I'm trying to say is, she was only
eighteen when we first started dating. She was still just a kid. I mean, at eighteen you don't know
what love is. Love has no meaning just yet. All's that's there is just a relationship. A relationship
based on honesty and trust, but not love. Not saying that there wasn't any love in our relationship
because there was more than just that...is this making any sense to you or am I sounding like I'm
close to the edge and about to fall?"
Trace snickered at the desperate look on his face. It did make sense to him. Just... very little.
" You're cool man."
Justin slumped into his seat heavily as he struggled to explain just exactly what he wanted to say.
" Right. Like I was saying, before she and I met she had like what...one or two boyfriends
previous?"
Trace made a face as if to say ' how should I know.' even though the question wasn't meant to be
directed towards him. Justin was mainly thinking out loud.
Trace stopped him. He figured the more Justin went on the more lost he was going to keep
sounding.
" Ok wait. So what you're trying to say is that because of you, Meghan really never got to
experience the whole ' dating world'. If that's how you want to put it. Your telling me that by you
marrying her, you unintentionally deprived her of the chance to go out and seek love with
someone else before coming to the realization that spending the rest of her life with you was
something that she wanted to do?"
" Am I telling the story here or are you? Cause I could have sworn that I thought I was."
Chuckling, Trace took a swig of his no longer ice cold beer. " Hey man, I'm just trying to get a
better understanding here." He spoke holding up his bottle.
Scoohing his chair back, Justin mumbled incoherently, rounding the island on his way to the
fridge. " Well you basically have got it down to the wire." He remarked, moving aside one of the
many beer bottles opting for a can of Minute Maid lemonande instead.
" But? Okayy..." He drawled at a loss of words watching Justin pop the top but not moving to
take a sip.
" But, what does all of this have to do with you cheating with Cameron? Did she drive you to it?"
Justin sighed, firmly denting his index fingers onto his temples in a circular motion.
" Don't you see it yet Trace? Have you not figured it out yet? When I told you that I did it for
Meghan what I was hoping that you got by now after all of that was, the only reason I cheated
with Cameron was for Meghan."
Trace blinked. " Ok, I'm lost again."
Frustrated, Justin looked off to the side then at him again. " Do I have to spell it out for you
Trace? Look, I cheated on her with Cameron so--"
" That she would divorce you when really you were supplying her with a way out. You were
giving her another chance to live her life the way she should have before you trapped her into
this marriage. Well, not trapped but you know what I mean."
Trace divulged all in one breath. It took him a second to glue all of the pieces together but still.
At times he may have his moments but Trace Ayala was as smart as they come.
" But don't you think that was a little unfair? Shouldn't it have been Meghan's right to decide if
she wanted to venture out in search of something or someone else? You can't choose that for her.
You can't make that decision for her You have no right. It's not even in your place to do that."
" It may not have been in my place but I still felt compelled in where--"
" It's not like you two were unhappy with each other. From what I could tell there was absolutely
nothing wrong with the way things were."
Justin was silent.
" Why couldn't you have just spoken with her about it, instead of in your eyes ' fixing ' the
problem by being unfaithful? You automatically predicted that you doing what you did would be
best for her but, how do you know that that was what she wanted?"
" I don't know man. I don't know." Justin spoke with exceeding frustration, cradling his face
inbetween his hands. " At the time it seemed like the right thing to do. I just.... I didn't think that
everything was going to end up the way it did. Sure, I knew she'd hate me for awhile and I
thought that I was going to be prepared for all of the backlash that was soon to come but...."
As Justin trailed off, Trace could see that he was still evidently hurting still. It was in his eyes.
The hurt and regret he was feeling over his, how could he put this... ' stupid ' actions. His
intentions may have been good but either way he was wrong in the way he went about it. He
could just have easily discussed with her about it. Why didn't he choose to do that instead? Or
just gone and asked for a divorce? Things could have been that simple. But no. Not Justin. He
always tended to make things that much harder. That much more difficult instead of opting to
take the easy way out.
No. Trace wasn't seeing it the way Justin wanted him to see it at all. So this is what was the truth.
This is what Justin has been keeping inside. This is what he didn't want Trace to know from the
beginning. Come to think of it, he was now wishing that he hadn't even asked at it all. He should
have just ran with the first story. For the first time since he's ever known Justin, he was sure, no
positive that his bestfriend had just made one of the biggest mistakes in his life.
He may have played it off for others but Trace knew at that very moment that it was eating him
up inside. There hasn't probably been a day gone by or a lonely sleepless night that he hadn't
wept or felt remorse for himself. And by the pained expression that just flashed in his eyes, Trace
was probably right.
Glancing at the timer above the oven, they had been speaking for a little over two hours and
Trace felt that it was getting late. Just as he was about to call it a night, he had one more question
to ask.
" Why Cameron though? Of all of the women in the world, why did it have to be your ex?"
Justin tiredly fixed his head to stare at him. The last two hours have been really draining him.
Before he could supply an answer, his phone rattled atop the island next to the fruit bowl where
he had set it earlier. Reaching for it, he flipped it open. When the caller id read ' Cam ' he
snapped it shut and gently laid it back down, switching it to silencer.
Trace awaiting his answer grabbed his bottle and was ready to trash it. Justin remained staring at
his phone before looking to Trace with a shrug and a sorrowful shake of his head. His lips drew
in a thin line.
Trace nodded. " Another night?"
" Yeah man." Justin spoke quietly removing himself from the stool, leaving behind his
untouched lemonade. Trace dumped his drink in the trash and followed Justin back into the
living room.
" Any suggestions?" He asked switching the channels with the remote tucking a pillow behind
his back.
Justin slunk into the cushions, propping his elbow on the arm rest as he pressed his palm into his
cheek. " Nah man. Just whatever." He said holding a pillow against his chest, nibbling on the
corner of the fabric.
Flipping through random stations, Trace passed Deal or No Deal catching it right when it
finished and Showbiz Tonight began.
I'm Sibila Vargas bringing you tonight's Top stories. Kicking off our first story of the night, Pop
singer Meghan Carter is at it again....
Track 6: Chop Me Up by Koralin_Timberlake
Author's Notes:
:)
" So Justin, your perfromance tonight man. What is it that you have hidden up your sleeve this
time around? Do you think that you'll be able to top last years VMA's performace that you did
with Cold Play?"
Staring past his shoulders, Justin waved quickly at the crowd of girls screaming his name as they
jumped up and down squealing behind the barricades.
Facing Damien, he daintily cached a hand into his pocket. His other holding the mic he shrugged
impassively with a bland grin.
" To be honest with you man, I really don't have anything special planned at all. I'm just going to
go up there and do what I do best." He spoke with confidence
" Which is make the girls scream like they are right now huh?" Damien inserted. Justin quickly
looked behind him once more, chuckling at the scene down below.
" Well can you blame them? After all, I'am the one who did bring sexyback." Justin gloated as he
arrogantly nodded toward the camera filming them live.
Cracking up himself, Damien patted Justin on the back then stared straight into the lens. " Ladies
and gentlemen, you've heard it hear first. Justin has once again owned up to being the mad
creator behind Sexyback." He joked.
The two shared a laugh.
" Ahem, but no man, I'm not really looking to top last years performance. Come to think of it... I
don't think there is any topping that." He spoke casually. " It was a very cool experience being
able to share the stage with Christopher Martin." His eyes darted around the red carpet as he
spoke. " I've been a fan of his music for years now and Chris, he is an amazing artist to
collaborate with in the studio. For the short amount of time that I actually had the chance to
really sit down and just watch him work; I'd have to genuinely say that I have never been so
intrigued with his vision and his craft."
Rubbing the stubble underneath his jawline, he nodded his head a few as he continued. " So
yeah, for me to have an oppourtunity to work with someone as artistically talented as him, that's
a performance that no matter how hard I try, there is no better than that. But for tonight, I guess
we'll just have to see how it all plays out." He finished smoothly.
" Words spoken like a a true artist." Damien spoke eliciting a hearty chuckle from Justin. " Well
Justin, I'd like to thank you for doing this interview with me-"
Justin shook his hand that was placed infront of him. " No problem man. Anytime. Anytime."
" And as I'm sure the rest of the world will be watching, I can't wait to see you get up there on
stage tonight. Good luck." Turning back to the camera, Damien added one more thing very
quickly. " Oh, and congrats on the 3 nominations tonight."
Justin said something inaudible before making his journey through the red carpet.
" That was Justin Timberlake just seen leaving there folks, looking very sharp in his Armani suit
tonight I must say." Damien brought his finger up to his ear gently pressing on his ear bud so that
he could hear over the clamor outside of the Metropolitan Opera House. " Now, the show is due
to start in less that ten minutes so I'm going to send it back to Susie right now who is standing by
with Rich Boy as the countdown to the 2012 Mtv Video Music Awards continue."
" Susie?"
~*~
Hosting the show that night for the second time around was comic legend Chris Rock. Two
hours into the show and perfomances by Fall Out Boy, Mims, Gwen Stefani, KT Tunstall and
Thicke, it was finally Justin's time to take the stage.
An angle from the left zoomed up to where Chris Rock was standing in the aisle between the
rows, ready to introduce the next act.
" Yall ready? Yall ready? Cuz if ya aint, we can wait a little bit longer." The comic ran up and
down the aisles in a hilarious fashion causing the audience to laugh hysterically at his antics. "
Well too damn bad because we need to keep this show runnin like Chris Brown."
More laughter as the camera caught a glimpse of the teen heartthrob smiling in his seat next to
his mother. " Ok. Now our next performer doesn't even need an introduction. His name says it all
so I'm just going to say it....Justin Timberlake everybody!! Come on, give it up now!!!"
Screams and more ear piercing screams followed by tumultuous applause sounded as the long
red curtain drapes rose and the intro to his latest single began to play.
The set up of the stage was of a mock night club/ gentlemens club. Off to the right of the stage
was a bar fully equipped with, stools, a counter top, and Liquor bottles. It also came with it's own
bartender. A very scantily clad model of latin and african american descent, swung her thick hips
along as she twirled two bottles of Barcadi in each of her hands like a true professional. Her skin
tight booty shorts and bikini style top of gold clung to her body like a second skin. Her jet black
hair flowed past her shoulders and her caramel skin glistened under the club lighting.
Five small sized tables spaced out from one another took up some parts of the stage. Complete
with three chairs each accompanied by models for each seat, as practiced before the lovely ladies
pretended to chat and relish their time on stage just as they were instructed to do so. Just in front
of where a D.J. was scratching in the back off to the side on his podium, a booth with purple
leather covering was placed. Infront of it was a round table with a female dancing upon it. Seated
in the booth up close and staring up at the women were the two members of Three Six Mafia,
Juicy J and D.J. Paul. Among them were a bevy of alluring women gently feeling up on them
feigning their need for attention.
Yup
Yeah
Hey
It's goin....goin....It's goin down
Tennessee
Justin Timberlake
Timbaland
Three Six Ma...Ma...Mafia
Sitting on the back of the booth with their feet planted into the cushions, Juicy J and D.J. Paul
hollered into their mics. Tinted shades shielded Juicy's eyes and Paul in his signature hat and
jacket bounced his shoulders up and down. Each man had a female situated in his lap bypassing
their attention of the model currently doing her thing atop the table.
Tennessee
VA
Dirty South
Dirty South
Moving the girls aside, Paul and Juicy stepped away from the booth opting to go off in seperate
directions as they hyped up the audience. Paul skirted off to the left while Juicy made his way
over to the bar where he sat atop the counter, his legs dangling back and forth as he moved along
bouncing his shoulders up and down.
That's how we do wut we do man
When we do what we do
What!
Suddenly a thick cloud of smoke flooded the ground as it rose and cleared with each passing
second. When the smoke cleared away just enough, a candy apple shiny red cutlass supreme
appeared from somwhere behind the D.J.'s podium and ever so slowly rolled up on the stage.
Windows deeply tinted and all. It came to a halt and the front began to bounce up and down in
the air on hydraulics. Chromed out in thick silver and in diamonds the front of the grill read the
initials ' JT'. Stopping, the vehicle ceased in it's bumping and rested it's tires quietly on the
ground. Rising from a nearby table, an asian model fitted in a revealing Valet outfit sashayed her
way over towards the car. Her hand rested against the door handle but she had yet to open the
door.
What!
Watch that shit, Wut!
Taking that last line as her cue to open the door, the female slightly bent her knee as she
seductively leaned forward and with the help of the person inside, the door pulled open. The
audience quickly fell into chaos as Justin arrogantly stepped out and watched her back as she
shut the door behind him. Mic to his lips, he brought her round front of him so he could lean
against the door.
I know you see me lookin, girl go on and act right
A little closer, let me see you in the spotlight
Now turn around and let me see just what you curve like
Taking his Fedora from his head and placing it on her's, with the help of Justin, he held her hand
above her head as she twirled around and bent over bringing herself to upright as he blantantly
eyed her hourglass frame. She turned round to face him again and this time closed the small gap
in between them. Her legs spread open a bit as he placed his right leg in the space between her
thighs. Smoothing her hands down the front of his button up, she undid the first two. Catching
her wrist, he placed his finger below her chin and smirked at her. Tilting his head to the side, her
spun her round once more and held her against him as he sung into her neck.
Go grab your friends and ya'll can come to the back
Oh-oh
With a gentle pat on her behind, he watched her saunter away as she looked over her shoulder at
him. Stepping over to the bar, he eased himself into the stool that another girl had ever so kindly
pulled out for him. Letting his eyes roam over this one with pleasure, he signaled to the bartender
for a glass of champagne. Pretending to fill his order, she slid the glass down the counter top and
he caught it just in time. With his finger he motioned for her to come closer to him. Rightly so,
she leaned over the top with a smile as he slyly stuffed a twenty down her top. Swiping her
finger against his cheek, she caught his wink before turning her back to continue holding down
the bar.
Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne
Relax, ( relax ) take ya coat off, and let me get ya name
Switching his attention back to the female currently straddling his lap, he picked up the glass of
champagne and offered it to her. Accepting it graciously she went ahead and let him remove her
white mini fur coat off her body, dropping the coat onto the ground. Cupping her chin with the
palm of his hand, with a feather light touch, he trailed the outline of her succulent lips with his
index finger. In one swift motion he brought them both to a stand. Her back facing the bar as he
stood before her, she tossed the champagne glass aside and quickly after a shattering sound effect
followed. She tugged hard at his tie bringing him forth while he courtly ran his hand down her
side where he then gently squeezed her thick hip.
I love that hour-glass shape you got up on that frame
I like the way you talk your game, we might be one in the same
Now I know you got a buzz off that alcohol
I got a house that can entertain all of ya'll
Maybe later on, I'll give you a phone call
Her fingers intertwined with his from over his shoulder, lagging behind him, he led them away
from the bar as he moved about a random spot on the stage. Bringing her round front and turning
her so that her back was flush against his front, her arms secured themselves around his neck.
Taking a business card from his pocket, he slipped it inside the waistband of her hot pink mini
shorts. With a pat on her behind and a gentle push, she unlocked her grasp on his neck. Biting
down on her finger teasingly switching her hips in a tantalizing manner, she sent him a flirtatious
wink as she went about her way.
I'm bout to slide out but I'll get back at ya
Oh-oh
And when I call don't give me the run around
I ain't gonna have you try and play me like a silly clown
Hating to see her leave but loving every minute of watching her ass bounce as she walked away,
Justin pivoted on his heels toward the part of the stage where one of four diamond encrusted
stripper poles were located. Coming up behind the red headed female, he stood solid and merely
enjoyed as she began to use his body as her makeshift pole. Circling him round, Justin stared
down at her as she fell to her knees and roamed his lower half with her hands.
Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about
With that last line, Justin tapped her temple lightly with his finger. Crawling up his body like a
rope the female rose to a stand. Her hand planted firmly on his chest, she shoved him backwards
and went back to manipulating her pole. Stumbling lightly off of the platform, Justin flung a
twenty dollar bill onto the ground. Winking at her, he looked on as she took it inbetween her
teeth seductively. He also looked on a bit more as she did wonders on the pole, hanging upside
down on it with extreme upper body strength and flexibility. Her legs were like a snake curled on
a tree branch the way they wrapped around the pole.
An appreciative shake of his head and Justin pivoted on his heels again. Two ladies seated at a
table eyed him on his way passed. Justin stopped to acknowledge them with a stare of his own.
Holding his arms out for them to take, the two rose from their seats and over to him. Linking
their arms with his, Justin strutted them with him to the center of the stage.
Cause you got me feenin but girl you don't hear me
Just as he were to bring about the chours, the two ladies seperated themselves from him on either
side, moving to stand farther along the stage. Soon joined by four others, Now six, they all began
to fall into their provacative choreograped dance movements. Justin quickly eyed them on either
of his side before turning away his full attention to the audience.
Little lady ( lady lady )
You got me just
( Screwed Up )
Off of your melody
Little lady ( lady lady )
C'mon and don't
( Chop me up )
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady ( lady lady )
You got me just
( Screwed up)
Off of your melody
Easy baby ( baby baby )
C'mon girl don't
( Chop me up )
Please don't make a fool of me
An uproar of cheers followed by booming applause soon erupted as the passenger side door of
the cutlass, being held open by an asian model, flew open and Timbaland stepped out in time for
his verse.
You're kinda cute baby are you new in town
My name is Timb aka Thomas Crown
Thanking the model with a short head nod like a true gentlemen, Timbaland manuvered his way
through the throngs of beautiful women over to the VIP section of the makeshit club set up.
Dipping behind the red ropes, he sang at the single table being occupied by three ladies. Above
them a sign that read ' Pimps Club' lingered high as if flashed in blue and green neon lights.
I heard you're lost do you know your way around
If you gotta a problem baby I can hold you down
Oh-oh
I can be ya navigator or your compass
Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish
You the party baby I'm just the guest list
Singing at a female in particular, Timbaland gave a quick shug of his shoulder as he pointed at
her chest then to himself. Not bothered as she clung herself to his side, Timbaland strode through
the red ropes and toward the tables where he dropped her off. He nodded and Juicy. J. as he
chilled with three to four of the girls surrounding him fully. Flashing his killer grill, Timbaland
somewhat grinned. Joining Justin, the two did a brief shoulder lean before he decided to move
about and take on the left side of the stage.
I think I need some Tylenol you got me restless
Now grab your friends and let's take it back to my house
Let's watch Sex In The City or Desperate Housewives
Simon says touch yours while you touch mine
The last line clearing up, all music ceased and everything came to screeching halt. The blaring
sounds of police sirens echoed aloud as red laser lights swam all about the stage. Justin,
Timbaland, and everyone else on the stage swiveled their heads toward the back at the D.J.
Hands raised in a ' what's the deal' manner, they acted as if they were upset and were waiting for
an explanation expectantly. Pulling the mic closer to his face, the D.J. then leaned forward and
spoke in a low distorted tone.
Parental Discretion Is Advised
Having said that, everyone then nodded their heads as if they understood and threw their arms up
in the air as they shouted out the next line.
Oh-Oh
Still flowing steady with his verse, Timbaland embraced the stage once more. Entering the long
narrow walkway that led to the row of seats ahead, Timbaland escorted two of the stage models
along with him as he stopped short of the walk way. Slapping hands with the fans on either side,
the crowd went wild as they snapped away pictures of the rapper/ producer on their camera
phones.
Y'all can be the star in my freaky spotlight
Studio 54 if we get the props right
All we need right now is a little bit, a little bit of act right
Y'all lookin shy but ya act like y'all don't hear me
Coming up to his side, Justin sung it out with Timbaland as they took on the chorus once more.
Like before, All of the six female dancers claimed their positions front and center. Imitating their
choreography, four other dancers fell into movement on top of the tables. The stage was soon full
of gyrating hips and rotating arms and legs as well as bodies. The extra female stage hands who
were placed around for merely looks and sex appeal, opted to dance around in their seats the best
they could. Even while all four dancers on the poles did their thing on all four corners of the
stage, the female bartender went on with twirling her bottles in her hands while she shook and
shimmied about.
Little lady ( lady lady )
You got me just
( Screwed Up )
Off of your melody
Little lady ( lady lady )
C'mon and don't
( Chop me up )
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady ( lady lady )
You got me just
( Screwed up)
Off of your melody
Easy baby ( baby baby )
C'mon girl don't
( Chop me up )
Please don't make a fool of me
Emerging from their positions on the stage, D.J. Paul and Juicy J of Three Six Mafia took heed
as their cue to begin rapping their verses took place. Police sirens blared once again as the beat
dropped and red laser lights swam the stage and the audience. Scaling down the steps on the right
side of the stage, D.J. Paul took his rap into the rows of the audience as he was first to display his
skills.
See girl you stronger than the strongest drug I ever had
You could mix em all together you still be twice as bad
Cause you the worst best girlfriend I ever had
Skimming past the front row of the seats, D.J. Paul deliberately aimed his gaze at a certain
person in particular, taking his rap to the open area of the red carpet.
Meghan who hadn't taken his fixation literally simply looked on as D.J. Paul executed his lines.
Seated inbetween her manager, Johnny Wright and at her left her platonic date for the evening
Channing Tatum, Meghan turned her head in his direction when she felt a hand gently graze her
fingers. Turning away after a moment after noticing that Channing had gotten entranced with the
performance, Meghan diverted her attention else where. With a bored expression etched upon
her features, she quickly shaped up and plastered on an interested facial expression before any of
the cameras could catch her true feelings. Turning her head toward Channing once more, she
quickly blushed as he gave her a look, silently informing her that she had been caught.
Shifting away with a shy smile she shifted her gaze away from his piercing green eyes. With a
small chuckle, Channing wrapped his other hand round the back of her seat. Bringing her closer
into him, his hand gently fell onto her exposed thigh as she covered hers with his. Not meaning
to draw any attention to themselves, it seemed somewhat impossible as a few on lookers
surrounding them wondered if maybe the two were going to be Hollywood's newest pairing.
Speculation rose a bit more as he moved his lips closer to her ear. In response, Meghan simply
smiled and turned her head a bit so she could respond with playfull poke at his shoulder with her
finger. Whilst getting cozier and cozier with one another, Channing was unaware of the cold
glower that was currently being aimed in his direction from up above.
Harder to quit then cigarettes and green bags
Harder to escape then jail cells and billed mail
You had me lost since that Philly girl in pigtails
Like Michael Jackson " Why you do me this way "
Crinkling her brow just a tiny bit, Meghan had the smallest inkling that the last line sung seemed
to be louder and clearer then need be. Something told her to look toward the stage as soon as
possible. Doing so, she could have sworn that she had caught a glare directed at her from him.
Her specualtion somewhat proved true as she watched Justin scale down the steps with Juicy J.
in tow. As he passed her by he did the quickest of sneers before fixing his face with an arrogant
grin.
Quick to catch on, Meghan inwardly scoffed. She had half the mind to trip him with her foot on
his way passed but quickly dismissed the thought with a silent giggle as the picture of him falling
flat on his face played out in her head. Noticing a gleam of amusement dancing round her
features, Channing gave her thigh a quick squeeze taking on her gaze with questioning eyes and
a raised brow. Shaking her head at him, she bit down on her lip some to keep from laughing.
Releasing a small laugh of his own, he only pulled her closer against him as he delved back into
the performance currently on display.
Got me cryin rivers like Timbaland and Timberlake
Yeah
Side by side with Justin and Paul, Juicy J opted to expand further down the rows as he dominated
his up coming verse. Flashing his monster grill, his stunner shades hid his eyes from the crowd
as he went ahead and slapped hands with LL. Cool J and Ashton Kutcher a few rows above.
They call me Juicy J straight up out the Three 6 Mafia
Ghetto fab playa on these streets I'm tryna holla atcha
Sauntering over to female rap star Eve, he slyly took her hand in his and kissed the back of it as
she fell into a fit of giggles. Snatching her hand back, she shooed him away all the while smiling
broadly. Her brother seated next to her tapped her shoulder with an ' Mhmm' look which she
dismissed with a flick of her jeweled wrist.
Quit playing games girl you got my head spinning round
I ain't gonna track your mobile phone and chase you all over town
Lifting a cell phone from his back pocket, he flipped it open and fixed his face in a ' whatever '
manner before accidentally/ purposefully tossing the phone as it coincidentally landed in her lap.
Staring down at the phone with an surprised yet unsure stare, Meghan lifted it in her hands and
let out the shortest of laughs. Playing off her irritation at the tiny stunt with cutesy smile for the
few who were now staring at her, she gave away an innocent shrug. Reassuringly patting her
knee, Johnny removed the phone from her hands then turned his attention back over to Justin, his
other main musical prodigy with a beaming grin.
I just want to pick you up and take you to my bachelor nest
Is it good, is it good
And have a liitle smack fest
Rasing their hands in the air, Justin, Juicy, and Paul began to clap their hands along with the
smacking and grunting sound effects in the background, enticing the crowd to clap also.
Timbaland who opted to remain on stage was looking too cool in his all black suit as he engaged
in his own two step. Mocking him, a few of the female dancers were drawn to his goofy grandpa
movements, imitating him all the way. The crowd then fell into laughter as the rapper/ producer
began to bump hips with the ladies.
So if you never see me I'll be somewhere down in Tennessee
Washing away my sorrows in a cold cup of Hennessy
As the chorus ran through again, Meghan shifted slighly in her seat. Leaning toward Johnny, she
whispered something in his ear along of the lines of going to use the restroom. Nodding at her,
she then turned to Channing and informed him that she would be right back. Removing herself
from his embrace, she accepted the kiss upon the cheek from him. She gave his forearm an
affectionate clutch as she uncrossed her legs and prepared to slip away.
Little lady ( lady lady )
You got me just
( Screwed Up )
Off of your melody
Little lady ( lady lady )
C'mon and don't
( Chop me up )
Please don't make a fool of me
Before she could make any further movement to stand, a hand suddenly appeared in front of her
from out of nowhere. Her brows drawn together, she followed the limb upward until she came
face to face with it's owner. When her eyes met with his, Justin smirked down at her, his open
hand still extended for her to take hold of.
Without an inch of movement she only continued to peer up at him with her mind traveling a
million miles a mintue. She couldn't help but brood over just exactly what it was he had
conjuring up in his brain right now. The longer she sat and contemplated the more and more
stares she could feel currently boring a hole into her back. Deprived of less and less time to
think, she reluctantly slipped her tiny feminine hand into his. Cordially bringing her to a stand
infront of him, she hesitantly followed behind him as he ushered them up the right side of the
stage but not before quickly glancing at Johnny and Channing.
Once there, Meghan secretly eyed the barely clothed models with distaste on her way passed.
Her eyes took in the whole set from a now up closer view and she had to admit that Justin had
really outdone himself this time. Not paying any attention ahead of her, she almost ran into his
hard body not realizing that he had come to a stop and was now peering at her with an amorous
stare. Directing her to sway along to the music with him so she wouldn't look like a complete
idiot just standing there, Meghan complied with him for the time being. She couldn't stop
watching his lips as he ingratiatingly sang the chorus into his mic with his unmistakeable
southern twang.
Little lady ( lady lady )
You got me just
( Screwed up)
Off of your melody
Easy baby ( baby baby )
C'mon girl don't
( Chop me up )
Please don't make a fool of me
But it was at that moment when he tore the mic away from his lips for a brief second that she
lowered her head and addressed him in a harsh whisper.
" Justin, what the hell do you think you are doing?" She gritted through clenched teeth.
His response was to chuckle lowly and constrict his grip on her hand when he felt her try and slip
out of his grasp. In addition to that, he guided her hand to rest upon his broad shoulders with his
free hand as he placed his on the small of her back. Her other hand immediately went to his other
shoulder from the impact of him pulling her closer and nearly slamming her body into his.
Their faces now inches apart, Justin could depict the anger and disturbed emotions she had
swirling around in her crystal blue orbs. As hard as she tried to read into his eyes, she couldn't.
He was just too good at this little game he had currently brought her into. But from the corner of
her eye she was sure that the audience didn't have their gaze fixed elsewhere except for on them.
As she turned her head to face the audience, she stood corrected. The entire auditorium seemed
to be gawking at the scene ahead. Baffled stares filled with awe, ardor and wonder, Meghan was
all too sure that she could already hear the whispers and see the tabloid headlines already
forming for the next day. It was the first time in a year almost two that Justin Timberlake and
Meghan Carter were seen in public together let alone in each other's arm displaying very inviting
thoughts with their current body language.
What made it even worse or better for the media to spin this however they please, was that
Cameron Diaz, Justin's girlfriend who was suspiciously missing from her seat was subject to sit
back and watch as her man and ex- wife seemed to be stirring up gossip with the show that they
were currently displaying.
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
( Screwed Up )
Hey
Hey
Feeling his fingers press into her back, Meghan sharply turned her head to face him nearly
bumping her nose with his due to their severe closeness. Alertness began to kick in when she
gazed into his eyes that were permanantely fixed on hers. She noticed a small sign of sincerity in
them and the other...lust? Her mind was to boggled to actually figure it out because before she
could even blink she could feel his lips inching closer and closer to hers. A chorus of gasps
escaped the audience and her breath then became lodged in her throat. With no time to think and
also against her will she could feel her lids begin to betray her strongly as they began to flutter
all on their own.
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
( Chop me up )
Hey
Hey
The crowd on their edge of their seats and toes in waiting on what would be the most talked
about musical performance in the history of award shows if the kiss were to follow through, they
surely had no clue that their hopes were soon to be given up for his next surprise was making it's
way over right now.
Meghan felt his lips ever so lighly graze hers that it was as if she were kissing air. Before she
could actually pull her mind together and stop him like she should have long ago, it had already
been done for her. So in a daze about what had just occured, Meghan blinked rapidly when she
realized that she wasn't pressed against him anymore but seemed to be staring at the back of a
head with long black shoulder length hair.
Coming up on either side of her, she felt an arm wrap itself around her shoulder. Swiveling her
head she saw that the arm belonged to Juicy. J. With a quick flash of his grill, he tucked
something into her hand then skipped away with D.J. Paul to join, Justin and Timbaland and also
Cameron. Staring down at the device in her hand, Meghan unwillingly flipped open the phone
seeing as that's what he must have wanted her to do since he was so keen on giving it to her.
Just as she was about disregard it and march up to Justin and tell him a few things not caring if
what she was about to do would mutilate his performance, a short text halted her from doing so.
As she read it and it embedded itself into her mind, her eyes sharply averted forward where she
was met with his brash gaze and her tiny finger wave.
Coming to the conclusion that she had just been without a doubt humiliated under the cold hands
of her ex- and his girl, Meghan was proven corrected as from the corner of her eye it was clear
that all attention was now on her. Swallowing all of the courage that she could, it apparently
wasn't enough as her emotions began to get the best of her and she hastily made her way to the
nearest exit backstage.
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
( Screwed Up)
Off of your melody
Hey
Hey
Following on with the performance as it neared the end, Justin and the others had gotten the
crowd to bounce their hands up and down as they were astounded and enthusiastically taken
away by the superstar.
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
( Chop me up )
Please don't make a fool of me
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Finally the performace came to a dramtic finish and the entire room seemed to jump to their feet
in a trance as they awarded him with raucous applause and blustering cheers.
Backstage Cameron was clamoring all over Justin with hugs and kisses.
" Yes!! We finally did it!! We finally got that bitch back! Oh my god you don't even know how
excited I'am right now. And, oh baby you were soo good up there tonight, I just...."
Her yapping voice seemed to drone into oblivion as they continued on their way to his dressing
room. As Cameron made a stop to chat with some celeb or the other, with a roll of his eyes Justin
decided to leave her and go on by himself. Earning a few pats on the back and congrats on his
way to his room, his steller mood fell dramtically when he noticed a women with a head set that
looked as so she were one of the people from Meghan's camp dash past him with a bottle of
water and a box of kleenex.
She headed straight into Meghan's dressing room, slamming the door shut behind her. Seemed to
be now stuck where he was standing it was then that Justin's conscience began to get the best of
him.
Trudging into his dressing room the first thing that he did was plop down onto the black sofa
against the wall and duck his head into his hands. He didn't care that his shirt was clinging to his
perspirated body. At that moment his mind was only set on one person and one person only.
When the door creaked open he didn't bother to lift his head from his hands. He heard the shuffle
of feet and then a voice. A voice which seemed less appeased with him at the moment.
" You have five minutes to quick change back into your suit and get back out there. Oh and just
so you know, as I'm sure you do, it's a field day backstage so you better do and say the right
things." And with that Trace was on his way out.
" Trace wait-" Justin was met with the slam of the door.
Shuffling to his feet, Justin shook his head. All of a sudden he didn't feel too good. Glancing at
his watch on his wrist he realized that he needed to get back out there quick fast and in a hurry.
Though his movements to get dressed were quick his mind still only relayed on one person.
With the last tie of his laces, Justin zoomed out of the door and back into the chaos of the
backstage area. Planning on dashing straight for his seat his route was stopped as a reporter
halted him for a quick question.
" Ok man, but just one. I need to get back out there so you need to make this quick." He rushed.
And just like that he shifted right back into asshole mode despite the gnawing feeling of guilt,
melancholy and shame he felt rumbling in the pit of his stomach.
The reporter fumbled for his pen and pad. " Alright, alright. Just want to know. Your spectacular
show you put on tonight. How do you think it turned out?"
Just as he opened his mouth to respond, from his peripheral vision he saw a door open and out
stepped a burly security guard and a few others. Justin immediately recognized the man as
Meghan's bodyguard, Big Dav. A few other members of her entourage emerged and it was then
that he saw her reveal herself. Her eyes were puffy and her cheeks tearstained. Though you
couldn't tell because of the magnificant cover up her make up artist must have performed. She
may have shined with beauty right then but Justin knew better.
" Mr Timberlake?" The reporter called. Coming out of his trance a quick frown passed his lips
but was immediatley replaced with an air of cockiness.
" It couldnt have gone any better."
And with that he left on his journey to his seat.
Song Credit: Justin Timberlake ' Chop Me Up '
Track 7: Recording Session Pt. 1 ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
Author's Notes:
:)
" I said how could he ohhh noo...."
" Better, but this time when you end with the 'noooo', hold it out for a couple of more seconds.
And you're stalling after the 'ohhh'. Don't do that. Here, like this...... I said how could he
ohhhhhhh noooooooo."
Meghan, watched his lips and studied his tone intently. As he finished he turned to her awaiting
for her to take one more go at it.
A soft clear of her throat, she set her fingers against the ivory keys and tried again. This time
perfecting it.
" I said how could he ohhhhh noooooooo."
" Perfect!" He beamed.
Pleased with him being pleased with her, Meghan began to tinker a random tune on the piano.
Her hair done in a cute messy bun, she started to play the beginnings of Monkey and the Weasel.
" You know, you kinda have a knack for this sort of thing. If I didn't know any better, I'd say
you've been doing this for years." She spoke without even a bat of an eyelash.
J.C. peered at her from under his lashes as she pretended to busy herself with the piano.
Relenting under his boring gaze, she cracked a smile which turned into them both sharing a few
laughs.
" Just go get in the booth." He demanded with a light shove to her arm. Rising from the leather
bench they shared, Meghan raised her arms above her head for a quick stretch under the eyes of
J.C.
" I'm goin, I'm goin." She mumbled as her barefeet padded across the carpet and into the booth.
J.C. who had already taken his seat behind the soundboard busily set up the controls to
synchronize with her vocals all the while Meghan merely sat in the stool provided and waited.
" Alright mami you ready?" He questioned peering at her through the thin glass that seperated
the two.
She opted to respond with a nod. Placing her headphones on her ears, she stood from her stool
and took her position behind the mic. Her eyes momentarily scanned the lyrics she had brought
with her before giving him the thumbs up.
He nodded. " Now remember, this is just a test take so there's plenty of room for mistakes. But if
you do screw up, keep in mind that I show no mercy." He quiped.
A tiny smile crept onto her face with a narrow of her orbs. Tilting her head to the side she rolled
her eyes upward.
" Just a warning." He added for fun. Even though she acted as if her patience were wearing thin
with him, he knew better.
He chucked silently.
" Ok. Let's hear it."
Reaching over to his left toward the top panel, J.C. pressed down on a tiny black button and as
soon as he did the result was the soothing sounds of a soft melody echoing from the speakers.
The music consisted of a studio violin but the notes of a piano were all her.
Firmly holdling the phones to her ears with both hands, Meghan gently closed her eyes and let
the melody consume her as she began to effortlessly belt out the lyrics.
How could he be so cold to me? When I gave him everything. All my love, all I had inside.
How could he just walk out the door? How could he not love me anymore.
Won't somebody tell me, so I can understand.
How could the one I gave my heart to? Break my heart soo bad.
How could the one that made me happy? Make me feel so sad.
Won't somebody tell me? So I can understand,
If you looooove me how could you hurt me like that.
How could the one I gave my world to, throw my world away?
How could the one who said I love you, say the things you say?
How could the one I was so true to, just tell me lies.
How could the one I gave my heart to go and break this heart of mine.
Tell me.
Reclining in his seat, J.C. gazed at her form intently. It was undeniable that the girl had a voice
on her but with all of the filters and backtracks she uses in her albums, she has never really got to
showcase it but at a rare moment like this he was more than happy to sit back and witness it for
himself.
His cell vibrating in his pants pocket, J.C. was pulled from his trance as he retrieved his phone. It
had already stopped before he had the chance to answer so he viewed the id and made a mental
note to call that person back.
Finishing off the last line with a sweet high note she brought her voice down a few octaves
adding in a few ' ohhh's' and ' mmm's' here and there. Holding out the last 'ohh' she slowly
brought the song to a close.
Sitting up in his chair, J.C. fingered the button that halted the music. Pressing down on the
control that activated the intercom he grinned with satisfaction.
" Meghan. Wow, that was...that was amazing. Beautiful job mami. Beautiful."
Replacing the headset back onto it's holder, Meghan could feel her cheeks begin to warm up. She
was never one for compliments. She may have gotten them every five seconds of the day but that
didn't mean that she was any more used to them.
" Thanks Jace." She responded in a more firm tone so that to hide her bashfulness.
J.C. who pretended to swipe away a tear had yet another distraction as his phone buzzed again
for the third time in one hour. The call must have been important as for this time he caught the
person before they could hang up.
" Hey, Meghan take five. Sorry but..." He lifted his phone and wiggled it as a signal that he had a
call.
" Oh, no problem." She dismissed lightly as she gathered her papers. " While you're out I'm
headed to the fridge. Do you want something to drink?"She asked peeping her head through the
leather door of the booth.
With a soft ' no ' and a smile she watched him saunter out of the door and into the hall. Fully
removing herself from the booth, she trudged over to a small square table near one of the black
couches against the wall. Dropping her papers onto it, one fluttered onto the ground but she was
already on her way into the small kitchen that was connected to the booth.
Rummaging the fridge and deciding on a simple bottle of water, she closed the door shut with
her foot. Untwisting the cap, she took a small swig. Her eyes catching a Chinese delivery
brochure left on the counter, she stepped over resting her elbows on the counter and idly read it.
Bottle still in hand, she used her right foot to scratch just below her ankle on her left foot.
" Sorry about that. It was my brother." At the sound of J.C.'s voice, Meghan instantly looked up
from her read as he entered the studio. " Seems that he's deciding to fly out here and monday for
his business and apparently he needs me to be his personal chauffeur for the day."
Meghan stepped into the room just as he shrugged off his brown coat and draped it over the back
of the couch.
" I don't run a taxi cab company. Who does he think I'am?" J.C. remarked with a quick rub of his
slightly stubbled chin. His hair remained in springy curls as he left it earlier.
" Well, you definately could have fooled me." She cracked plopping down on the couch next to
him. She patted his knee for good measure as he sent her a glare that read ' you think you're
funny.'
" Oh, lighten up."
His eyes darting toward the table infront of them, he stole a tissue from the Kleenex box and
threw it at her. It fluttered into her lap though it was meant for her face.
" Why aren't you practicing on the piano?" He beseeched. She watched him rub his eye with the
palm of his hand.
God did he have such gorgeous eyes.
" Same reason why you're not." She replied as she pasued to sip from her drink. " I'm taking a
break."
He sent her look.
" Well, breaks over." He announced suddenly coming to a stand. Meghan stared at the hand that
he had held out for her. She took note of the silver band on his thumb. " C'mon girl. I don't have
all day."
She relunctantly latched onto it and let herself get pulled from her comfortable spot.
" You're worse than Johnny you know that? And that says alot considering that the man is
actually my manager." She commented as she passed by him.
He chuckled at her back before joining her side at the bench. Their knees occasionally bumping
one anothers.
" Doesn't matter to me none. As long as I'm still getting paid then I'll be whoever you want me to
be."
Meghan sharply turned her gaze onto him with her jaw slightly agape.
" Jace!" She exclaimed.
The look on her face was priceless and that was all that he needed as he fell into hysterics.
" I'm playing, I'm playing." He spoke through giggles with his hands up and surrendering. " You
know I love you girl."
" Right." She voiced as she cut her eyes at him ." I need to get my water." Retrieving her
forgotten water across the room, mid sip she stared at him under her lashes and nearly choked on
it from laughing as he began to suggestively waggle his brows at her.
With a shake of her head, she took her seat placing the bottle by her foot and sat up straighter.
" You need to be evaluated." She muttered but loud enough for him to hear and lightly bump her
knee as she flipped through the pages of her lyrics journal until finding the song that she was
looking for.
Setting it up on the stand for the both of them to see, J.C. and Meghan soon got to work as they
turned her scribbles into what she hoped would be another multi-platinum record. Though her
current record ' Breathe Heavy ' was still fresh from release, it didn't hurt to get an early start on
another project so soon. In fact, Johnny, her manager was all for it.
Two hours later and Meghan was ready for another break but J.C. was not having it.
" I'm thirsty Jace! My throat feels dry enough as it is and I'm not going to be sounding like an old
smoker on my next album because you want to be a workaholic all of a sudden."
Letting out a deep sigh, he let his shoulders slump a bit, his black 'Rocker' T- shirt showing his
muscles flex under the material, as he relented to her whines and that one threat she gave him
earlier.
" Fine. Take five. Go get another bottle of water or something."
Meghan had already bounded over to her oversized Gucci bag near the drums as she dug through
it for some change.
" Nah, I'd rather get a Creme Soda from the machine outside. Speaking of the vending machine,
do you have any spare change on you? Possibly in the form of a quarter? I only have bills."
Zipping her bag, she set it back in it's original place before trampling over to J.C. as he dug into
his pocket and pulled out a fistful of loose change.
" Why should I give you a quarter?"
He questioned with a raised brow as if he were upset with her standing before him.
Snatching the quarter from inbetween his fingers she turned her lip at him while slipping on her
blue and pink wedge sandals with diamonds on the strap.
" Because you owe me for the quarter that I let your ass borrow yesterday." She pointed out
using the same tone and attitude as he used on her seconds ago.
Already on her way out the door his voice called after her so she shifted sligtly so that she was
facing him as her hand remained on the handle.
" Yeah?"
" Get me a Pepsi." He cheesed with a child like expression.
She caught the quarter that he flicked in the air with a playfull groan and disappeared into the
halls.
Taking a moment to read her horoscope off a poster plastered on the wall, she politely greeted
the receptionist Melinda before halting at the illuminated vending machine with a oversized
photo of Sprite on the front. Dropping the money into the slot, she fingered her selections and
waited as they tumbled down. Bending down to grab the ice cold cans, she chewed the inside of
her lip and stood.
As quick as she was to turn around she hadn't felt the prescence of a person standing behind her
and abrubtly ran into the chest sending her drinks falling to the ground.
" Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know anyone was behind me." She apologized already moving to pick
up the drinks.
" No, It's my bad." Said the other as his hands already snatched up her Creme Soda. " I shouldn't
have been stand-."
" Trace?"
Still crouched low to the ground, Trace immediately lifted his head only to have his eyes connect
with her confused ones.
" Meghan? What are you doing here?" He fired as they both came to a slow timid stand.
Her eyes darted down the hall slightly before holding his again.
" Uhhh, I'm working. I should be asking you that question?" She shot back.
His hand scratched the base hairs of his neck. " Oh, you know. I'm just......hanging out."
Hanging out? She knew exactly what ' hanging out ' meant. It meant that Justin wasn't too far off
somewhere.
" Whoa, long time no see huh?" He spoke with uncertainty.
" Yeah it has been." She responded just as hesitant.
" Sooooo...."
" Soooooo...."
" How ya been?"
The question came out simultaneously and at that they both began to chuckle. It wasn't an uneasy
chuckle but it wasn't a comfortable one either.
Trace was first to respond.
" I've been doing good." He said with a sure nod. " How about you? I've been hearing a lot about
you lately. How is everything going?"
" Great. Just fine I guess. Back into doin the whole recording thing so...yeah. I'm doing good."
" Cool."
" Yeah."
As Trace began to rock on his heels, Meghan let her eyes divert over to Melinda who tried to be
discreet in watching the two but failing miserably.
Meghan had to smile at that.
" Ummm, I should get going. I need to go and finish up some things. My producer is in there
waiting for me." She somewhat lied as she gestured her thumb toward hall 'C'.
Trace nodded understandingly.
" Oh, sure of course. I wasn't trying to hold you up or anything."
" No, it's cool. Ummm, it was nice seeing you Trace." She offered him a genuine smile this time.
" Yea you too." He said returning his own crooked grin. He looked down at the Creme Soda he
still held in his hand. " Ooops...umm I think this belongs to you."
She accepted it and was just about to thank him for it when she heard a voice that sounded like it
was coming their way. Both turned their attention toward hall ' A ' in time to see Justin who was
gabbing away on his cell phone appear. He looked deep into his conversation and didn't bother to
acknowledge any sort of human prescence.
At the sight of him, Meghan felt her veins run cold and the need to throw up came real fast to her
stomach. But she held it down just enough.
" Yea so, bye Trace."
" Bye Meghan." Before he could even get her full name to fall from his lips she had already
hurried off down the hall. The last thing his vision caught was the back of her designer spaghetti
strap camisole top.
" Hey man," Trace turned to face Justin who pat him on the shoulder. " Who's the chick that you
were just talking to?" He asked dropping some change into the machine.
Trace looked down the hall again then at Justin who had already gotten his Creme Soda and was
taking a sip.
Trace glanced at the can in his hand and raised a brow before shrugging. " No one you know."
He told him.
With a shrug of his own, the two walked side by side back into their rented out studio for the
day.
Meanwhile, Meghan had just stepped into the room to find J.C. glancing down at his watch
impatiently as he sat on the couch with her notebook in his hands.
" Took you long enough. Damn, was there a line or something." He spoke at the sight of her.
Ignoring his comment, she handed him his drink then snatched her notebook away from him.
" Ever heard of privacy Jace?"
He snatched it back before she could even blink.
" No." He simply commented as she relaxed into the couch next to him. " Seriously though, why
the hour long wait?"
Popping the top on her can, she set it to stand on her thigh as she pulled her legs under her. " No
reason. Just a familiar face."
" Anyone I know?" He said watching her from the side as he drank from his Pepsi. He noticed
her stall for a bit and her change in demeanor upon asking.
" Nope." She lied then quickly took a sip.
As much as he wanted to push the question because he was one of the few that knew when she
was lying, he decided not to. One because if she lied then that meant she obviously didn't want
him to know and two, it really wasn't any of his business in the first place.
" Ok." He responded.
Meghan knew from the way he said that ' ok ' that he didn't believe her but she wasn't going to
say much else about her encounter with Trace moments earlier. Though it was good to see him
but at the same time strange it was better to forget it ever happening. And just like that it was
forgotten.
The silence that fell over them was about to drive her out of her mind. It wasn't an uncomfortable
silence, she had just grown used to him talking her ear off these last couple of days but now his
eyes were just wandering the instruments in the room.
With her foot, she dented her big toe into his thigh to gain his attention.
Staring down at her french manicured toe then at her, he smirked. " What?"
She shrugged with a smirk of her own. " Nothing. You're just quiet."
" Would you like me to say something?" He questioned fiddling with the silver Tweety Bird
charm wrapped around her ankle.
" You have been for the past couple of days. Why all of a sudden bequiet now?" She shot back
propping her elbow against the back of the couch to lean her cheek into her palm.
J.C. stared at her this way for a minute. " Just thinking about some things." He finally replied
resting the back of his head against the soft cushions. His other hand still holding his drink.
" Some things?" She questioned with a look. " Care to share?"
With a lazy loll of his head in her direction his eyes caught her's again and she held his gaze. "
Nosy much?" He smiled.
" Eh," Untucking her legs from underneath her body she stretched them out so they were lying in
his lap. " Only when it counts." She joked lightly.
Letting his hand rest ontop of her jean clad legs, he began to absentmindedly run his fingers up
and down the gold patterns threaded into them.
Not taking his touch as any sign of affection, Meghan shifted a bit so that she could lean forward
and put her now empty can on the table. Sitting back again, she took his hand that had been
grazing her thigh and began to delicately massage his long fingers.
" Talk." She commanded.
Letting out a soft chuckle, he did as she and placed his drink on the table before settling back
into the couch and using his other hand to trace the outline of her jean patterns.
" Ok, it's not a 'something' more than it is a 'someone'." Her eyes quickly brightened at the
mention of a person. Gently cocking a brow she let him continue as she worked wonders on his
fingers.
He grinned. " By that face that you just made I'm pretty sure that you already know it's a girl that
I'm talking about so I'll just get right into it."
" Hmmm, actually I was going more for a gu-"
" Shut it." He warned with a gentle squeeze of her calf.
" Shutting." She said. " Go on."
She listened intently as Jace seemed to get lost into his own world as he spoke of this girl. From
all that Meghan had gathered she was funny but at the same time sharp witted, she had what he
liked to call ' classic beauty ' and really knew how to hold her own. He said what made her soo
amazing was that even though the last few months of life consisted of a few rough and tumbles
here and there she never let any of that bring her down. She never let herself get caught up in
things that she's never wanted to do. She's always had a mind of her own and in her type of work
environment, he appreciated that about her. He adored how she wouldn't allow the dumb things
to get into her head. He found it sexy that she carried her own opinions and did things her way.
But what he admired most about her was that no matter how hard it got for her....she always
remained the intelligent, sweet, person that he knew her to be. Except for a few minor
appearance alterations here and there but he didn't let her know that one.
Halting in her massage, Meghan sat back a bit stunned. If J.C. had all those wonderful things to
say about just one person then that person must really be something.
Something like lucky because guys like J.C. were one in a million. Atleast that's how she felt.
" Wow. Sounds like you have found yourself a really special young lady." She spoke kindly
picking up where she left off as she tended to the muscles in his hand.
He nodded his head then looked to the ceiling. " She is. Definately."
" Have you made any move to ask this ' friend ' out to dinner yet?" She questioned with a small
laugh.
When he informed her that it was a ' friend ' that has currently left him infatuated she couldn't
help but think that with all of the friends that he has it could be just about anybody. Hell, it could
even be Avril Lavigne! She did somewhat fit his description.
Sort of.
" No, not yet. Honestly I'm a bit nervous on what her answer will be. The last thing I want to do
is get rejected. Talk about a bitch ass blow to my ego." He admitted.
After a brief fit of laughter at his comment, Meghan rested his hand that she massaged on her lap
and gave it a gentle squeeze.
He whined with a small pout. " Why did you stop? That was feeling really good mami." He
wiggled his hand hoping that she would continue in her wonderful doings but frowned when she
only tugged on his index finger.
" Because you're not paying me." She quipped with a smile then adjusted her leg as he playfully
applied pressure to her knee cap. " But yea, as soon as you get your answer you better call me
and let me know." She mildly warned. " Just in case I have to have a talkin to this girl who
would be a fool to turn down J.C. Chasez."
Attempting to hide his blush, he settled for a goofy grin. Another comfortable silence consumed
them. As he traced the designs of her jeans, Meghan had her attention focused elsewhere. More
so in her notebook she had placed in her lap. She would occasionally hum a few tunes here and
there in which he would enjoy listening as she hummed whatever soft tune it was.
Shifting so that he was sitting up straighter, Meghan ignored his movements not noticing how he
would gently squeeze her leg every so often.
J.C. let his eyes drift over to her face and before he could stop himself he removed her notebook
from her lap and the hand that she used to twirl a strand of her hair around her finger, he took
into his.
Her attention now focused on him she watched as he scooted closer to her and with the shyest of
smiles began to rub circles on the back of her hand with his thumb.
" Meghan? Will you go out on a date with me?"
Stunned, Meghan could only stare into his eyes that were sincerely gazing into hers with a look
of confidence and hopefullness. She stammered in her brain a bit to find the words but after a
second of gathering her composure she threw her legs down so that her feet were on the carpet
and shifted so that she were closer to him.
And she was close enough in which the scent of his Addidas cologne lingered in her senses a bit.
Glancing down at her hand still in his, she looked to him as she fixed her mouth to speak.
" Jace, I-"
Then there was a knock at the door.
TO BE CONTINUED.......
Song Credit: Aaliyah ' The One I Gave My Heart To '
Track 8: Recording Session Pt. 2 ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
Author's Notes:
:)
Meghan's lips still slightly parted, J.C. offered up a tight smile as he released her hand creating a
minimal amount of space between the two as he scooted further along the couch.
Without a word, Meghan inwardly released a breath. Looking to him apologetically, she stood to
her feet and marched over to the door. Upon opening it, she somewhat crinkled her nose as she
came face to face with her personal assistant Shannon.
" Shann? What are you doing here?" She questioned moving aside to allow her entrance.
" Sorry to interrupt but, " As she stepped further into the room, Shann acknowledged J.C. who
had moved back over to the soundboard with a short wave.
" Hey Jace."
" What's up Shannon." He replied with a wink. Turning his back, he busied himself with the
controls as Shannon turned back to Meghan.
" Where is your phone?"
Thrown off by Shann's random question, Meghan stared back at her confused.
" Huh? What do you mean? It's in my bag."
" Then how come you haven't answered any of my calls? I've been trying to get a hold of you for
like the past forty minutes."
Exasperation filled her tone and she watched as Meghan moved around her in search of her
purse.
" Really? Shoot I must have set it on..." Rummaging through her bag as she spoke, she retrieved
her cell and flipped it open revealing thirteen missed calls. Fingering the side of her phone she
clicked on the button that set the volume. " Yea, sorry. I forgot that I set in on silencer earlier
today."
Shannon declined her apology with a flick of her wrist. " That's fine but the only reason why I
came down here was to tell you that Johnny wants to see you in his office."
" That's it?" Meghan inquired as she cleared away the last of her calls not believing that her
assistant had driven clear across town just to relay that bit of information. " Alright fine. As soon
as J.C. and I finish up in here I'll drive right over."
Shannon shook her head.
" No. I mean now. He told me to get you over there as quickly as possible."
The stern tone in her voice made Meghan and also J.C. turn to her.
" What's the big emergency?" Meghan inquired after stealing a quick glance at J.C.
Shann shrugged. " I couldn't tell you. And even if I knew, I still wouldn't tell you." She supplied
with a smirk. J.C. let out an amused snort.
Meghan scowled at Shannon's back as she answered her ringing phone and stepped from the
room. " I'll meet you in the car." She threw back at Meghan before speaking to whom Meghan
assumed was Johnny on her way out.
" Nice assistant you got there." J.C. commented swirling in his chair to face her.
Meghan merely shook her head. " The best." She spoke dryly.
Meghan stood there momentarily staring at the spot where Shannon just was before dropping her
phone back inside her bag and then setting the bag on the coffee table next to the stack of
magazines and their soda cans.
She looked to J.C. as he rose from his seat and strolled over to her with his hands cached calmly
in his pockets.
" So, I guess we'll be picking this up same time tomorrow mami." He sounded peering down at
her.
She casually slipped her hands into her back pockets with a tiny bounce of her shoulders. " I
guess so. Maybe tomorrow we might even get some work done." She threw in.
" You are walking on a thin line girl. I happen to think that my producing skills are finely
adequate." Meghan held in a giggle as he moved around her to retrieve his coat draped over the
couch. " Insult my talent. I don't think so." He grumbled slipping it on.
She threw her head back and laughed aloud. " You make it so easy. Like really."
" Like really." He mimicked lifitng her journal from the cushion.
Meghan with her bag now strapped to her shoulder held out her hand for it. " Thank you." She
said as he lent it to her then snatched it back.
She rolled her eyes at the smirk playing on his lips.
" C'mon Jace. You know I don't have time for this. I need to be at Johnny's office right now. You
heard Shannon."
He said nothing and instead watched her as she attempted to reclaim her notebook. This went on
for a few seconds when she finally latched onto it but his grip was to tightly secured and she
couldn't tear it away from his hands.
Defeated, she began to whine.
" Will you stop already and give it to me?"
" On one condition. Say the magic word and it's all yours." He taunted holding on as she tugged
roughly on it.
" Now." She demanded tugging on it once more. Though she didn't know that he was going to let
go, when she tugged on it she stumbled backward slightly and the back of her knees came in
contact with the edge of the couch as she plopped onto it heavily with a gasp.
" You are so lucky that I didn't end up on the ground buddy." She warned mustering up a
menacing glare as he stood there chuckling.
" My bad. I have a really bad case of butterfingers." He emitted wiggling all five fingers on his
hand.
She accepted his hand as he helped her back to her feet.
" I don't like you." She stated.
He frowned playfully then moved closer to her to cup her chin in his hand.
" Don't say things that you don't mean."
It was her turn to cup his chin as she stared up at him. " I never do." She spoke lowly causing
him to cock a brow.
J.C. couldn't stop his eyes from traveling to her pink lips back up to her eyes. As badly as he
wanted to just capture her lips with his, he knew he'd be overstepping his boundaries. That's the
last thing he wanted to do considering she has yet to reply to his dinner invitation.
He took a step back and chuckled. Removing his hand from her chin, he took hold of her wrist
and moved her hand down from his jaw. He brought her hand to his side then intertwined their
hands together.
" C'mon let's go." He nodded his head toward the open door. " I'll walk you to your car."
She snickered. " Aww, such a gentlemen."
He cheesed slinging his arm around her shoulder.
Allowing her to move through the double doors of the studio first, Meghan and J.C. conversed
mirthfully walking side by side across the parking lot where Shannon's car was parked. She sat
behind the wheel looking over a manila packet and was unaware of the two making their way
over.
They stopped just a few feet away. J.C. stood before her.
" I think Invisible would go good for your next single. It seems that you already have the concept
of the video down so I don't see why not."
Meghan looked off to the side momentarily. From across the street she could have sworn that she
discovered the likes of a photographer mingling around but disregarded it.
" Yea, but then again I'm torn inbetween 'Invisible' and 'Candle lights'. They're both great songs
but I'm having the hardest time choosing which one will actually make the better video. I mean if
I go with Candle lights then there's that whole demand of casting a male lead for the video but if
I go with Invisible I won't need to cast a male lead, but then again the song kinda calls for some
sort of romantic scene and I-"
J.C.'s orbs squinted at her under the glaring sunlight. He shielded his hand over his forehead
inorder to see her better
" Well then I say just scrap them both. If you want my real opinion on the subject matter, I think
you should go with 'Touch Like That'. That song is off the hook and I know it would get some
serious play on the radio."
She tilted her head. " Really? You think so?"
He nodded.
" Hell yea. Plus the lyrical content basically creates the concept of the video. ' Touch Like that'?
Yea, all you have to do is put on some lacy outfit, feel on yourself a little and maybe do a little
ass shaking and Voila! There ya go. Number 1 on TRL just like that."
Meghan huffed and slapped his arm lightly. For a moment there he was sounding a bit serious.
" Not helping Jace."
His hand tended to the spot as he laughed softly to himself.
" Listen, don't worry yourself about it. I'm sure whatever you decide to go with in the end will
turn out great. You have a knack for these kind of things. I mean, I have yet to see a video of
yours fall past number two on the charts. Don't stress mami. You'll be fine."
This time around he was actually serious when he spoke. Meghan took notice and smiled a
sideways one.
" I guess, whatever. Thanks." She replied unenthusiatically. Looking over her shoulder, Meghan
peered at Shannon in the car. She figured it was time for her to get a move on.
" She doesn't look too happy. I better get going."
" Yea, me too. I need to meet up with a client in an hour soooo..."
J..C. opened his arms wide with a grin. " Get over here."
Meghan smiled and ever so slowly moved into his embrace. As soon as she was in arms reach he
roughly pulled her to his body which made her outright laugh.
Securing her arms around his middle, Meghan rested her head against his chest as he began to
lightly rock them from side to side. He then began to playfully hum ' Rock a Bye Baby ' which
had her shake her head. Lost in their small world at the moment, the two were oblivious of the
photos being snapped of them from the photographer across the street dressed in plain street
clothes.
" So stupid." She spoke though her voice was muffled.
He gently squeezed her. " You like it." He conceeded.
The honking of a horn broke up the tender moment. Both turned in the direction of Shannon's
car. J.C. simply waved at the impatient assistant as she motioned to her watch for Meghan to
hurry up.
" I'll call you a little later on alright." He told her.
" Yea." She responded moving from his embrace. Peeking on her toes, she planted a small kiss
on his cheek then playfully patted it. " Stay out of trouble."
" Trouble? Girl you know me."
He waved her off and watched her back as she stalked toward the car. Retrieving his keys from
his pocket he was about to pivot on his heels and over to his car when her voice calling him
halted his step.
He turned to look at her. " What is it?"
As she spoke she took slow steps backwards. " Tomorrow at 8:00. I'll be waiting." She hollered
at with that she winked before rounding toward the passenger side of the car and climbing inside.
The biggest of smiles grew to his face and he licked his lips. With a quick nod and a finger wave
as Shannon zoomed past him, he twirled his keys around his finger as he merrily strutted over to
his car.
Let the headlines begin.
( The Ivy Restaurant )
Meghan smiled at J.C. from over the rim of her champagne glass. She shook her head.
" I don't know how you can just eat it like that. You can still see the blood seeping through from
the inside." She commented on his steak that he was currently slicing up with his knife and fork.
" That's what makes it taste so much better. The blood mixed with the juices from the sauce," He
paused forking a cut of steak into his mouth. " Mmmm, delicious."
He chortled at her scrunched face as she watched him chew then looked at his plate of Sirloin
steak and vegetables in fright.
" That's a Mad Cow disease waiting to happen." She supplied setting down her glass that she was
still holding. Lifting her fork, she stabbed at her Fettucini and brought it to her lips. " If you ask
me, I think medium rare steaks are just an epidemic waiting to break out and wipe out the
nation."
To complete her sentence she took in her fork of noodles. Licking her lips she savored the warm,
sweet taste of the Alfredo sauce.
J.C. munched on a piece of broccoli clearly amused.
" You talk about it as if it's still alive." He laughed.
She raised both brows.
" It might as well be. I wouldn't be suprised if at any moment it jumped up and bit me."
She muttered just before taking a bite of her Shrimp.
" I don't know why you're so against it. It's really not all that bad." Cutting up a small chunk, he
forked it and held it up guiding it toward her lips. " Here, try a piece."
Meghan politely shook her head as she eyed his fork. " No thanks. I'll pass. Maybe another
time."
He grinned. "No, c'mon just taste it. It's really good. I promise you."
She refused once more this time turning her head away. " Aww, just a tiny bite." He offered with
a pout.
" Jace, I assure you that I will do fine without it. Please just remove that...thing away from my
face and eat your food."
" Sorry can't do that. You are going to try this steak and you are going to like it."
Meghan surveyed his movements as he rose from his side of the booth around the table and sat
directly next to her. Still holding his fork in the air.
" Will you move back to your seat. I don't want to taste it." She giggled moving away from him.
" No, no no. C'mon, here." He said pulling her back. He held the fork at her lips.
Meghan stared at it intently tucking her lips into a thin line. She looked to J.C. who was staring
at her with eagerness. When she shook her head ' no ' once again, he nodded his head 'yes '
Inching his face closer to her's his warm breath tickled her nose as he co erced her sweetly. " For
me." He spoke with an innocent gaze tapping her lips with the fork.
She could sense that he desperately wanted to laugh from the smile playing on his lips. But
seeing as he was looking so good tonight, she just had to give in.
" If I get sick, I'm knocking on your door ok." She warned then relunctantly opened her mouth
allowing him to slide the fork inside.
" Good?" He questioned watching her silently chew. Gently he tucked one of her stray auborn
curls behind her ear for her.
She was quiet for a second taking a moment to swallow the food.
" I'll live." She spoke with the tinest of grins. J.C. narrowed his eyes on her breaking out into his
own smile. " I'm kidding. You were right. It's pretty tasty."
She confessed as he moved back to his original side of the table. He grinned triumphantly.
" I knew you would like it." He spoke sipping from his drink. " You want another bite?"
Wiping the corner of her mouth with her napkin, she kindly declined.
" Let's not get too drastic now. Baby steps ok. Baby steps."
J.C. threw her an enchanting stare. His green eyes gleamed under the dim lighting of the private
area of the retaurant. Meghan returned his stare with one of her own as he reached over the table
to take her hand into his.
Continuing on with light conversation, J.C. held onto her hand a moment longer before a male
waiter approached their table and he broke the contact.
" Sorry to interrupt but would you two care for a refill of our finest champagne? Compliments of
our manager."
" Please, thank you." J.C. spoke kindly as the waiter then poured their drinks.
His eyes averted over to Meghan with pure admiration as she sat back and looked on with a
smile on her face at the waiter while he refilled her glass.
J.C. kept his hand on the small of her back as he escorted her to her door. She handed him back
his coat that was draped over her shoulder.
" I had an amazing time tonight. It was absolutely wonderful. Thanks so much for such a great
dinner, I really enjoyed myself with you."
" You're more than welcome beautiful. But I should be the one to say thank you for letting me
take you out. I don't think I could have asked for a better date this evening. I mean, you and that
dress. You really blew me away tonight. You look beautiful mami." He spoke sincerely
She blushed twirling the single red rose in between them that he had given to her earlier.
" Thank you."
Resting his hand on her cheek delicately, J.C., leaned forward and replaced his touch with an airy
kiss.
" You're welcome." He told her peering into her eyes. Closing the distance between them, his
lips began to descend onto hers as she gladly accepted the initiation. The kiss was short and
sweet. Just the way he intended it to be, but nonetheless it was enough to send a small shiver
coursing through both their spines.
Parting, the tingly feeling of his lips still lingered on hers.
He ran his thumb alongside her jawline and whispered. " Have a goodnight Meghan."
She smiled warmly.
" Night Jace."
Another feather light kiss on her lips and J.C. strolled from her doorstep over to his car.
Unlocking her front door, Meghan sighed happily to herself and bit down on her lip giddily.
Dashing toward the kitchen to place her rose in a vase, she tossed her purse and keys aside,
filling a vase with cold faucet water and dropping the rose inside. Removing herself of her heels,
she carried them in her hands and released the clip from her hair on her way from the kitchen and
toward the stairwell.
" What a night." She breathed pressing the tiny red button on her answering machine located at
the side table on her way up the steps.
'One unplayed message. Message recorded at 10:19 p.m. August 5th....
' Ahem....ummm, I know that I'm probably the last person that you would expect to call
but....umm....yea, when you get this can you please call me back? I know that you're probably
thinking that I must be outside of my mind right now but, I just....I really kinda need to talk to
you. Soooo, yea, get back at me ok. Hopefully you still have my number which I doubt but, if
you don't here it is: 784-0745. I'm serious about this Meghan. Call me alright? Ok, um... bye.'
Her hand frozen in place on the banister, Meghan blinked slowly. Finally making her way back
down the steps with her shoes still in hand, she stood before the answering machine as it beeped.
That was your last unplayed message. To hear this message again, press 1. To save this message,
press 7. To delete this message from your phone, press 9.
Staring blankly at the machine, Meghan slumped her shoulder bringing her thumb to her lip and
taking a moment to nibble on her nail. Upon making her selection she mildy fingered a button
then turning on her way back up the steps toward her bedroom.
You have deleted this message from your phone. There are no more messages, Goodbye.
Track 9: Stars Make Headlines ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
Author's Notes:
:)
Justin exhaled with dismay as he lazily dropped his cell phone onto the cushion next to him.
Gliding his fingers through his unruly curls, he bent forward and lifted the television remote that
had been lying on the ground at his feet.
Leaning back against the sofa, he slumped down in his seat and scanned through the channels.
Not finding anything of interest at the moment, he set it on the Discovery Channel and watched
the Elephants trample in a herd across the screen. His face crinkled with boredom as his phone
went off beside him to the sounds of ' Hip Hop Is Dead ' by Nas. His movements were quick as
he snatched up the phone and it fumbled in between his fingers as he flipped it open and
answered without even bothering to check the caller id.
" Oh, " His face fell upon recognizing that it was his cousin Rachel phoning him. " What do you
need Rach?"
After a five minute conversation with his cousin, Justin offered up his credit card number at her
request. She was out running his errands and had decided that it would be a nice gesture to
spruce up his wardrobe so she was currently at the mall in search for a few T- shirts and Jeans.
" How much!" He distressed and sat up a bit upon hearing how much she said she had needed. "
$ 1,355? The fuck-- what in the hell for?"
Apparently not only was she buying him a new wardrobe, she suddenly decided that her
wardrobe was also in need of a bit of glamour.
" Fine," He relented slinking back down into his previous position. " But you better not trash
those receipts. I want to see them all when you get here. Yeah, even the ones for the Tampons
you bought too. I don't care, it was with my money that you bought them with anyway."
Trace came to a sudden halt as he caught word of Justin speaking something along the lines of
female products. Letting the conversation dissipate in his mind, he walked further into Justin's
home Theatre room and parked his bottom on the Tan loveseat opposite of where Justin was
seated on the Tan double. Silently signaling for the remote, Justin lighly tossed it and he caught
it with ease.
He chuckled at the antagonized expression of his friends face. Before rising from his seat, Trace
switched the television so that it remained on a blue screen before crossing the room and opening
the DVD stand that held Justin's Xbox 360 console. Flipping it on, he slipped in a Madden
Football game and carried the controller back to his seat. Turning up the volume a bit, he was
soon into his game just as Justin was finishing up with Rachel.
" Sure Rach, whatever. I'm not even going to waste my breath and tell you not to do it because
since when do you ever listen to a word I say anyway."
Trace could hear Rachel's witty response and chuckled to himself. Justin on the other hand was
not charmed.
" Ha ha very funny. Alright, I'll see you a little later on. And don't you forget to bring me back
those receipts. I ain't playing with you girl. Ok, like you too. Bye."
" She still hasn't returned your call I presume." Trace spoke with his eyes still glued on the game
ahead but still full on aware of Justin's crabbed manner.
Justin eyed him momentarily. " No." He murmured fixing his eyes on the screen.
Trace bounced his shoulders.
" Go figure."
Justin's lip twitched and he let out a huff. So much for words of encouragement. He rolled his
eyes at his friends lack of understanding.
" Why are you even here man? Don't you have somewhere to be other than at my house?"
" Nope." Came his astute reply. The controller rattled in his hand as he fiercely handled the
colored buttons. " Actually, " He began. " I was supposed to be headed over to Kate's place but, I
decided that being over here is much more fun." He stated. " And, because she doesn't own an
Xbox."
Justin grunted.
" And neither do you." Justin pointed out to Trace who was more focused on scoring a
touchdown. "You're so gay Trace. Just wait until the day she decides to drop your sorry ass. I
don't even want to hear a word of it as I'm sure it will be coming soon."
" Trust me you won't. Unlike you, I actually know how to keep the women I want."
That response earned Trace a pen to the head.
" The door is that way." Justin spoke as he returned to his seat with the second controller in his
hands.
The hit didn't even bother Trace. He was more upset by the fumble he had just performed then to
be bothered by Justin's mild threat.
" You say something over there?"
Refusing to acknowledge Trace's lack of intelligence, Justin tuned into the game. Often he or
Trace would either poke fun at the other for lack of playing skills or even resort to calling one
another a string of disapproving words, but in the end it was Justin that defeated Trace by 105 to
97.
" Booyah baby! Unh, right there!" He exclaimed as he spiked his controller onto the ground and
stood from his seat.
Trace looked to the heavy controller on the ground laying upside down. " I think you broke it."
Justin stopped mid victory dance. " And I say again, you are so gay." Returning to his seat, Justin
planted his bottom right on his cell phone. Seconds later it rang.
" I think your ass is calling you." Trace snickered as he turned off the game and set the television
on the food channel. Rachel Ray was cooking up something or the other.
" Dumbass." Said Justin even though he had to laugh a bit himself. He had to admit that Trace
was just a basket of laughs at times. " What's up Johnny?"
Trace took notice of how Justin's demeanor dropped slightly as he entered the room again after
having stepped out with his phone. In one second he went from an arrogant bastard then back to
the sullen mood he had greeted Trace with earlier.
" What's up man? Everything ok?" He inquired.
Next thing, Trace's eyes moved to the tabloid magazine that Justin harshly threw on the table
after picking it off his door step. He reached out for it.
" Obviously some people are more ' ok ' than others." Came Justin's bitter reply as he left the
room for the kitchen.
Trace perturbed by his comment looked at Justin's back before settling on the tabloid in his
hands. Having read the front cover headline it was then that he figured out what had gotten Justin
to fall so pissy all of a sudden.
' Star Magazine's Sizzlin Summer Romances!'
" Meghan Carter and J.C. Chasez ignite gossip columns all over the world with said, ' New
Steamy Relationship'. The fireworks flying around these two is undeniable. Has Meghan finally
found herself a new Beau? Or could this be just another Hollywood Hookup? Page 28 holds all
the spicy details."
Quick to flip to the page, Trace observed the many photos taken of Meghan and J.C. Two full
pages were dazzled with photos of them out and about on Rodeo Drive and other Hollywood
attractions. Some from just walking up and down the sidewalks to others of them enjoying lunch
at various restaurants.
But what really captured his interest was a photo of them seemingly in a very intimate embrace
at as Trace recognized, the parking lot of Battery Recording Studios.
He studied their profile a bit longer just as Justin entered the room again carting a bottle of Mikes
Ice Hard.
" Where's mine?" He asked looking from his magazine to witness a grumpy Justin plop down.
The glare he sent to Trace was the only incentive Trace needed to get the picture that Justin was
in no mood for jokes at the moment.
" Maybe that's the whole reason why she hasn't called me back yet." Justin suddenly spoke. "
She's been too busy gallavanting all around Los Angeles with him." He motioned grimly toward
the magazine with his bottle. " My supposed brother." He chided with air quotations. " Now is it
me, or is that just the worst form of betrayal on his part?"
Trace took a moment to respond as he engrossed himself with an article about Hayden
Pannatierre.
" I could be wrong here but I'm going to take a stab at it anyway. Maybe she hasn't called you
back because, hmmmm......would it be possible that she hates you? Or despises you even? But
then again that would be stretching it a bit far don't ya think?. I mean, you did only embarrass her
to the fullest extent of humiliation last month at the Music Awards but, " He paused a second to
flip the page. " Who cares about that right."
Justin kept his tone eerily calm but his labored breath and his closed eyes said more than
anything that he was a jellybean away from losing his cool.
" Trace, I am really not in the mood for your sarcastic ass comments right now. If you want to
act like a dick, then as I said before, the door is that way."
Trace, finished with the magazine, set it in his lap. Shifting, he draped his leg over the arm of the
couch and crossed his arms. He silently examined Justin's profile as he nursed his drink and
stared into space with a sour glare.
" Well what in the hell do you expect me to say dude? Huh? Tell me the words that you want to
hear that is supposed to make you ' Mr Perfect ' feel all better."
Trace was met with silence. He had to kick Justin off his high horse soon because in his case,
though Justin was his bestfriend the guy was a far line away from perfect.
" Please tell me now so that the world can start spinning again and everyone can then again go on
about their day." Though his words were meant to bite Justin in the ass, Trace kept his voice
steady and restraint.
Once again silence. The only noise was him flinging the magazine onto the coffee table. He
didn't miss how Justin's eyes immediately settled on the cover before him. On the cover was
Meghan and J.C. happily holding hands while strolling out of the Kitson clothing boutique.
Trace sighed.
" Listen man," Trace started, cracking his knuckles. " I hate to be the one to add on to the rain
pouring on your parade but, you seriously need to get yourself a big reality check. Now, note that
the words that I'm about to spiel, you may not like or want to listen to but just hear me out ok.
I'm not picking sides here and I'm still always going to be in your corner but this is some real shit
that I'm going to shoot to you right now so listen clear."
Justin's eyes remained transfixed on the article but from the corner of his eye he was aware of
Trace jittering around in his seat for a more comfortable position. He did that regularly whenever
he was about to get into something serious.
Content, Trace began.
" This....this ' thing ' that you're doing, um, trying to make it right with Meghan, don't get me
wrong I'm all up for you wanting to fix your mistake but then again, you need to go about it the
right way. When I say ' right way, what I mean is that you can't let yourself get disheartened over
articles and crap such as these."
Justin watched the liquid run round inside the bottle as he swirled it. No disrespect to Trace but
Justin was really in no mind set on wanting to listen to a lecture. Regardless, he was going to
anyway.
" Justin, initially you're going to have to accept the fact that she's moving on. You can't really
presume that she's just going to sit on her ass all day in wait for the Justin train to come rolling
back around."
Justin barely cracked a smile. Justin train? That was a new one.
" It doesn't and it won't ever work like that. You were the adulterous one in the relationship, not
her. Keep in mind that she's not going to rekindle yall's relationship again with open arms. It
won't be that easy. And I know that you know this. And seeing as it won't be that easy that means
that you are going to have to push twice as hard to get her to even spit a glance in your direction.
A simple message left on her answering machine is not going to do the trick. Hell, knowing her
she probably just deleted it."
Trace held his hands up when Justin sharply fixed his gaze on him.
" Hey, I'm only being real here." He defended himself. " Look, Meghan is living her own life
now. Infact, she's doing the things that you, yourself, have wanted for her. Isn't that why you
cheated on her? Wasn't that your main reasoning? You wanted her to and I quote: ' seek love
with someone else before coming to the realization that spending the rest of her life with you was
something that she wanted to do.' Well, she's doing that. She's fufilling your wishes. The only
downside to that is that she won't come to the realization that she wants to spend the rest of her
life with you because basically... there is no ' you ' anymore. You took that from her man. And
now you have to live with it....."
Justin bit the inside of his cheek with discomfort. Trace's words were just eating at him like
termites on wood. Casting his gaze onto the table before him, he willed himself not to get
emotional as his friend drilled into his head all of the things that he had already knew himself but
had been to stubborn to actually acknowledge.
But as Trace's voice droned in the background, no matter how hard he bit down on his cheek it
wasn't enough to stop the feeling of anguish he felt bubbling to the surface.
And for the first time in what felt like years he let a single tear escape.
Who knew that the happiness of one person could cause damage to another.
Meanwhile in Germany........
Meghan with a pillow tucked under her head stolen from the sofa had her legs propped on the
couch as she lay on the soft beige carpet engrossed in a magazine of her hotel living area. The
television sounded in the background and the french doors belonging to the patio remained open
wide as a gentle breeze flowed through the room.
Soon, there was a pound at the door. Scrambling to her feet, she skipped over to the door
forgetting that she was only in sweat pants and a lace push up bra.
Sometimes the brain of a popstar doesn't always seem to be functioning around the clock.
" Who is it?" She asserted still into her magazine.
" Room Service." The voice sounded. At this Meghan perked up. She had been dying for that
Strawberry Cheesecake and glass of orange juice she ordered earlier as her breakfast.
" Finally." She breathed softly and was quick to open the door. A frown quickly formed on her
face when she saw that she had been decieved. It was her assistant.
" Did you atleast bring some Cheesecake with you?" She asked hopefully though she knew she
was to be let down as Shannon made her way inside.
She eyed Meghan up and down as she closed the door behind her.
" The better question would be where in the hell are your clothes?" Meghan examined herself. "
What if it wasn't me at the door? I'm pretty sure that whoever was to be serving you today would
get one hell of an eye full."
Slipping off her sandals she crossed the room. " Or more so one hell of a handfull." She bit into
the green apple she retrieved from the complimentary fruit basket with a devious smirk.
Though her boobs were literally spilling out of her bra, Meghan ignored her friend and took her
original position on the ground.
" Don't end up like Snow White and choke on that apple ok." She retorted.
Shannon cackled and moved to the couch.
" Nice one. I see you seemed to have gotten your hands on the latest edition of Meghan Weekly."
Shannon joked commenting on the Star Magazine in her hands with her and J.C. gracing the
cover.
The magazine shielded Meghan's face from Shannon's eyes.
" Yeppers. Only this time we're on two pages. Not four like the one in Spain."
Shann shook her head at the false disappointment in her tone.
" Poor you." She spat with sarcasm. " So what's it say this time?"
Meghan animatedly wiggled her rainbow sock covered feet against the cushions.
" Eh, the usual." She passed on casually. " Summer Romances, Me and J.C., Sizzlin like the sun,
blah, blah, blah."
Shannon chortled. Digging inside her bag she pulled her nail file and began to file her nails.
The television was now on some commercial about Pro Active. Kelly Clarkson was promoting
the product.
" The sun huh? I'd say that's pretty hott. Scorchin even." She blew her nails. " So what's been up
with the two of you lately? I've been traveling with you for the past four weeks now and yet I
still haven't seen as much of you as he has. Care to share?"
Meghan softly sniggered. " Not really. If you really want to know what's going on, turn to page
28."
Shannon chucked her file at Meghan's knee. " Rudeness."
Meghan released a long breath. She set the magazine beside her and sat up indian style.
" I always found it weird that you fancy reading while on your back. Let alone read a magazine
that's not even in english."
Meghan shrugged relieving the itch on her head with her fingers.
" Luckily the German part of me tends to kick in at times like these and helps me decipher the
things that you can't."
" You're cute."
Meghan cheesed taking on the image of an innocent five year old girl. Bouncing her shoulders
for the full effect.
A knock at the door again and Meghan was quick to scramble to her feet when Shannon stopped
her.
Pointing her finger at her. " Sit. I'll get it." She commanded.
Meghan rolled her eyes comically. Shannon was on her way to the door mumbling something
along the lines of Meghan having issues with answering the door half naked scaring off innocent
people and such.
Opening the door, Shannon stepped aside and let a male pushing a cart glide into the room. He
stopped just before the tall glass table perched behind the couch. His red vest clung to his chest
and his black slacks fitted his bottom perfectly. He looked to be somewhere around twenty two
to twenty three. His brown hair was spiked and his green eyes gleamed.
" Is that the Strawberry Cheesecake I ordered?"
Meghan piped up from her position on the floor. She craned her neck upward to see three silver
covers.
" It sure is Ms. Carter. I'm terribly sorry for the long wait. The chef wanted to personally make
this one himself. He is a really big fa--"
The stammer that took over his motor skills was a result of Meghan who had came to a stand and
was rounding the couch. Speaking, his head was down but as soon as he looked up he was on his
way to drool city.
Shannon who still held the door open closed her eyes with a shake of her head.
" Oh, that's ok." She kindly dismissed with a light wave of her hand. " I don't mind. Just as long
as it was here before Judge Mathis came on." She joked.
" I... uh...well...aha..."
Cheeks reddening and the back of his neck heating up, the boy opened and closed his mouth as
he looked off to his left then his right. Anything to keep his eyes from straying toward her chest.
Innocently, Meghan stepped closer to the table unaware of the hormornal server desperately
trying to keep himself in check. Uncovering the Cheesecake, Meghan lifted the small plate into
her palm and smiled happily.
" This looks yummy." She spoke eyeing the small pieces of strawberreies sprinkled on the top.
" I'll... I'll... I'll be sure to relay your satisfaction with the chef. I'm sure he'll be pleased. Um,
en..enjoy your meal Ms. Carter. Glad to be of service to you."
Pivoting on his heels, he dashed from the room with his head bowed.
On his way passed, Shannon caught his rushed words in German and laughed to herself as he
scurried down the hall and onto the elevator.
Meghan as she swirled her tounge around her fork, sighing at the taste of the whipped cream, she
looked to the open door then at Shannon.
" Was it something I said?"
Shannon shut the door. Stepping over, she took her own plate of sliced peaches and the girls
rounded the couch.
" What does ' Wirklich grole bruste mean '?" Meghan crinkled her nose at her sloppy attempt at
German.
" Why?" She questioned forking some cake into her mouth. She was seated on the floor again.
Shannon on the couch.
" For future references. Now what does it mean?"
Meghan flipped the channel manually to the German version of Judge Mathis.
" Really big boobs." She educated.
She furrowed her brows at Shannon who nearly choked on a peach as she covered her mouth
with her hand at an attempt to stifle her giggles.
" You're weird." Meghan declared.
Tuned into the thirty minute episode of Judge Mathis in which he ruled in favor of the plaintiff,
the two had finished their sweet goodies and Shannon had brought back up the topic of her and
J.C.
" I thought I already told you. Page 28." Shannon huffed impatiently and Meghan relented. Not
before killing her with a long silence just for her enjoyment.
" Everything is going great. He's great company and I like him a lot." She revealed.
" That's it?" Shannon posed nearly on the verge of lunging at Meghan for more answers. Meghan
stared at her.
" Is there more that you need to hear?" Shannon clamped her jaw shut and sat back.
" Anyways, when are you two going to go ahead and make it official?"
Meghan fiddled with the ring attached on her pinky.
" When you find yourself a boyfriend so that we can all double date." She replied.
Shannon ignored her grin.
" Well," She started with a toss of a stuffed animal in Meghan's direction. Meghan caught the
small white tiger and began to groom it's fur. " As your bestfriend of eleven years I say you and
J.C should go ahead and just be together despite what others have to say about it. You two would
make a great couple."
Meghan listened intently. Shannon's focus was on the band around her wrist as she spoke. " But
as your personal assistant slash publicist I really can't anticipate that the two of you together
would be the best thing for you right now."
Meghan dropped the stuffed animal as it landed on the ground. Sitting up, she opted to move to
the couch opposite of Shannon.
" Elaborate." Was all she said.
Shannon sighed with a rub of her eyebrow. " As your publicist Meghan you know that protecting
your image is my main concern. Now I find that it's great that you have found someone that
could possibly be your next long term relationship but I can't even begin to stress how bad it
looks to the media that you have not only moved on to a former band member of Justin's, but
also a close friend and almost brother to your ex husband. Doesn't that come off as a
bit...awkward to you?"
Meghan shrugged, raking a hand through her hair. " Not at all. Mostly because I don't care about
the opinions of the media. Who are they to me?"
Shannon untucked her feet from under her and moved to sit on the couch next to Meghan who
seemed to be just a bit too careless about the situation.
An arm around her shoulder, Meghan rested her head on her.
" They are your entire career that's who they are. Babes, I'm not telling you this to make you feel
bad, I'm just letting you know before hand that pursuing a relationship with J.C. right now is
definite to bring on some major drama. The last thing that you need right now is bad publicity.
We need to leave that all to Justin." She joked mildly.
Meghan smiled at her attempt to make light of the tense situation. Tilting her head to the side,
she slid further down until she was on her back and laid her head on the arm of the couch. She
looked on at the figures dancing across the screen.
" Shann, I'm already aware of everything ok. I'm very much aware but this is my life. It's my life
and I'm going to live it the way that I choose to. The media doesn't run my personal life. I'm in
charge of that. Always have been and I always will be."
And with that she was done. Shannon stared her on a bit longer. With a gentle pat on her knee,
she sat back and tuned into the television.
There was nothing else to be said. Meghan wasn't that little girl anymore to be told what to do.
She was now a grown woman.
A grown woman which in Shannon's eyes, she couldn't have been anymore proud.
Moments later, her cell phone sounded from the bedroom and she hopped up to get it.
" It's J.C." She informed Shann in a whisper as she covered the mouth piece with her hand.
Shann winked and watched a perky Meghan skip to the patio so the two could maintain their
privacy.
Back in Los Angeles, Trace had just left Justin's house an hour before. Justin was left to stew in
his thoughts and Trace's words of fortitude.
Smoothing his hand over the back of his neck, Justin puckered his lips and stood still in the
living room. Trace's words had really sunk into him this time. His eyes darted around the room
as a deep silence took over. Then with a slow but sure nod he knew what he needed to do.
With quick strides Justin was in his kitchen and on the phone in record time. He dialed the
number and waited patiently until the other line picked up.
Rocking on his heels a bit, his fingers drummed the counter top rapidly. Hanging up with Johnny
after getting the information he needed, he dialed the number to an airline.
" Hello, yeah, I'm calling to make a flight reservation."
After supplying the female attendant with his information and things Justin anxiously listened on
as she sprouted of the price of the tickets.
He smiled.
" Perfect. Yes I'll take them. And you said the earliest flight will be in the next hour?" Justin
stole a glance at his oven timer that read 11:32 p.m.
" That's correct Mr. Timberlake. And again, you're wanting the flight to Germany?" He
confirmed that she was correct. " Then all is set up for you Mr. Timberlake and everything will
be ready to go upon your arrival."
Justin thanked the lady and hung up the phone. Taking the steps two by two into his bedroom he
then took on the task of packing a bag and moments later headed out of the door on his way to
the airport.
Track 10: Bounce Feat. 50 Cent by Koralin_Timberlake
Author's Notes:
:)
An opening scene reveals a bedraggled inner city neighborhood in the streets of Brooklyn, New
York. It's a cold frigid night and the dark streets are being illuminated by tall street lamps posted
on the side walks and headlights from various cars driving past the block. Distant honks and
accomodating street chatter fill the air as kids begin to pack up their jump ropes and other play
things and head inside for the night. Newspapers and bits of trash take over the side walk near a
lone bench at a bus stop.
Coming into the picture are two slightly older guys. They look to be twenty five to twenty seven
or somewhere in that area. In large oversized Rocafella coats, the male characters named, Darius
and Ty, Ty being portrayed by actor Micheal Ealy and the other just a video model, sit on the
first step of the concrete stoop just outside an apartment building lit up by lamps of the tenants
shining through their windows.
Ty, whilst taking a drag of his cigarette is staring out into the streets ahead. He listens as Darius
wraps up a joke and chuckles at the end results. Tapping the ashes from his smoke, his green
eyes watched them fall on the step below before he turns toward Darius with an all too knowing
look.
" Yo man." He falls quiet for a second but Darius's interests peak up.
" What up?" He insinuates with the smallest of grins. The becomings of frustration on Ty's face
is all too familiar for him.
With a sigh, Ty takes in another drag then hanging his head low, gives it a shake. " You know
what?"
" What?"
" Here me and Meghan go again." He states in disdain.
Darius only raises his brows in a sad fashion. For this wasn't anything new to him
" Damn dog!"
" She saw me talkin to shorty the other day man-"
" Shorty here from the block?" Darius interjected with his thumb pointed in the opposite
direction of their block.
With a curt nod, Ty replied. " Yeah. You remember shorty...?"
Daruis nodded his head furiously.
" Yeah, yeah."
" That wasn't nothin man!" Ty exclaimed with his hands. He made a disapproving noise as he
eyed his smoke before taking it between his lips.
" We was just havin a conversation about the studio!"
" No doubt." Darius conceeded as backup.
Ty watched the smoke disappear into thin air as he blew out of the side of his lips. " But nah,
Meghan had to take it somewhere else! I mean, she know I'm down for her forever.
" Fo sho!" Darius agreed.
" I don't know why she even go there!!"
Discouraged, Ty stood from his sitting position and flicked his cigarrette aside. Darius followed
suit and the two just stood before each other with their hands stuffed deep into their coat pockets.
With irritation filling his green orbs, Ty tiredly scuffed his sneakers against the ground. " Man!"
" What?" Darius questioned over his shoulder on his way down the steps and over to the curb
where his SUV was parked.
Ty followed behind and reached out to open the passenger side door. But before climbing inside
he glanced over at Daruis with a somewhat serious expression on his face. " I guess I'm stayin
the night wit you dawg!"
A smile came over his face as Darius out right laughed and the two climbed inside and pulled
away.
Building up is a electric guitar riff followed by a rugged pop beat. The hard beat keeps on as the
bass kicks in with a dance along hip hop sound. Synthesizers and violins mix in with the sound
as the two black lines of a widescreen focus begin to open up and captures a pair of long silky
legs from the thighs down. From knee up the legs are adorned in a pair of brown punk lace up
boots.
Hey ey eyyyyyy
Ooooooo
Switching gears, it is only from behind that the person is now viewed. Her auborn hair flows
down her back and her hips careen to the music as she keeps on walking forward. Then it's only
her pink glossy lips which are seen before casting a fierce gaze of her blue orbs lined with
shimmering sliver shadow and black liner and mascara which help elongate her lashes to full
length.
I ain't gon' take this no more, no
No babaaay ey, no
Coming in into full view but still in widescreen, the chorus of the song comes in and the
unknown female is revealed. The set up is an empty parking garage of a random building.
Without missing a beat, Meghan is in yet another revealing costume consisting of a green
camoflauge mini skirt and a matching hoodie that reveals her pierced navel. The zipper is pulled
down to reveal a large amount of clevage doused in shimmering body lotion. Around her neck is
a sliver chain with the intitials 'TY' in appreciation of her boyfriend. Hoop earrings hang from
her ears and she begins the start of the video in true Meghan fashion as she stomps toward the
camera with a ' So What' attitude.
Bounce baby out the door
I ain't gon' take this no more
Bounce baby out the door
Get up and move
Don't make me act a fool
Pivoting on her heels, the camera has now captured her walking from another angle far off. Five
profile shots come in then followed by an aerial view of her then one from the ground up. In
each, her hair is blowing against the wind and the screen would often slow down then speed back
up to it's original pace.
Just bounce baby out the door
I ain't gon' take this no more
Bounce baby out the door
Get up and move
Don't make me act a fool
Just bounce
The picture has now come to a residental fenced basketball court. A slew of shirtless guys
ranging from all different races seem to be battling out on the court on a hot summer day. The
sweltering heat bounces off their backs and chest as tiny beads of sweat slide off their well toned
abs. It's supposedly supposed to be a well rounded out game but it doesn't seem that way as the
winning team seem to be running after one of the guys dribbling the ball down the court. As he
makes the basket, the screen slows speed and the ball going into the rim with a swish is what is
shown. The game goes on as the guys rough and tough each other out, when the screen then
moves pace across the court where the benches are lined up against the fence.
Camped on them are a round of girls who seem to be interested in each others gossip then the
actual game. In the midst of it all, Meghan is seated on the upper part of the bench dressed down
in blue denim shorts with a graphic tee knotted up in the back and white and blue converses.
Beside her, some girls are engaged loudly over soemthing or the other about the few guys seated
a few rows away as they wait for their turn. The focus then goes back to Meghan and her alone
as she belts out the first verse.
Said you're going with your boys today and,
Don't worry cause I'll be home late but,
I know you're cheatin', out there ' creepin',
You've been 'freakin' babe
The shot then goes back onto the game. It's zooms in on one guy in particular which happens to
be Ty. With a double fake to the left, he manuvers out of the way with the ball in his hands down
toward the basket. The opposing team are hot on his tail as he dunks the ball into the basket,
knocking down one of the players in the process. The arrogant smirk on his face remains as he
stares down the boy while his teamates pat his back on their way down the other end of the court.
The game resumes but the focus mainly stays on Ty.
So let me tell you how it's going to be
You can run your game but not on me, boy
So who the hell are you trying to kid
You know this is what I did I
Sweaty and out of breath, the game comes to an end as the guys step over to the bench in search
of some towels and water which the girls so kindly hand over to them. Reaching into his duffle
bag set on the ground, Ty busily searches for his towel when a tap on his shoulder has him spin
round. His eyes land on a petite female with her own towel in hand. He smiles down at her and
she makes it more than obvious than she into him as she takes initiative and wipes down his
chest for him.
From across the court, Meghan is full on watching but has not made any move to do anything
about it. Distracted by her friends beside her and the commotion of the boys engaging in a
friendly water fight, she shields her hand over her face when a few squirts of water come her
way. Retreating off the bench, she attacks one of the guys who purposefully sprayed her while
her friends join in as help against the others.
I called your pager and your two-way boy but no response
Start lookin and I found you in some other's woman's arm
Wet but not entirely drenched, Meghan stands aside with a few others as they look on at one of
the girls chase a light skinned guy with cornrows out of the court and down the street past the
fire hydrants. Beaming with laughter, she jumps slightly and drops the water bottle in her hands
when an arm finds itself around her waist. Turning she comes face to face with her green eyed,
caramel skinned boyfriend who quickly steals a kiss off her lips. Scrunching her nose in mock
disgust, she goes to push his shirtless, sweaty body away from her but he encircles her waist with
both arms and traps her in his hold. Sqealing at the feel of his lips attacking her collar bone, she
wraps her arms around his shoulder as he lifts her off the ground. Just as he set her down, to hit
one of his friends who smacked him in the back with a towel, Meghan still holds on to his arm
when as she turned to her left her smile turned into a thin line as she seen the female who was
with him moments ago leave the gate entrance way. Catching her gaze, the girl smiled wickedly
at her with a taunting wave of her fingers.
Don't try to front boy cause I saw you there with my own eyes
Tearing her gaze away from the heated moment when she felt a tug on her hand, Meghan was
pulled closer against Ty's chest as he secured his arm over her shoulder but was still addressing
his guys standing before the bench. Staring up at the side of his face, she contemplated on
whether to question him about what had just gone on between he and the girl but decided against
it. Watching him grab up his bag and hoist it over his shoulder, she entangled her hand with his
as he led them off the court and to his car. Tossing his bag in the back, both climbed in and
secured themselves. His lips seemed to be moving a mile a minute as he spoke about something
random but it was what Meghan was staring at in the side mirror that caught her attention.
Walking down the side walk was the female from the court earlier and in her hand was a
cellphone.
Dialing a few numbers here and there, Meghan shifted in her seat and sat forward as the female
faded further away the further they drove. The last she could see of the girl was her putting her
phone to her ear and at that exact moment she noticed Ty's phone illuminate as it sat on the
console. Snatching it up quickly all he did was silence it before pocketing it in his shorts. He then
turned to Meghan just as they hit a red light with a small grin and shifted over so he could place
a kiss on her cheek. Smiling, Meghan turned toward her window and as he wasn't looking wiped
her cheek with the back of her hand.
Just get your stuff boy cause I'm tired of hearing all your lies
As the chorus draws in again so is the scene of her stalking through the parking garage. Buttering
up the camera with come hither stares and risque freestyle dance routines, the screen flips gears
and is now following her every step as she locates a white door at the end of the garage. She
stares down the door for a minute before pushing it open with both of her hands. Hanging above
the door as she steps on through reads a sign that is marked ' Do Not Enter'. Of course oblivious
to the warning, the moment she set foot inside, she embarked upon what looked to be twelve
flights of spiral steel steps.
Bounce baby out the door
I ain't gon' take this no more
Bounce baby out the door
A quick gust of wind flew by her in slow motion then the slamming of the door followed. The
moment the door closed behind her, Meghan gripped the top railing with her hand and lifted her
foot to take the first step. As soon as her foot landed down a surge of electricity exploded
throughout the place and as the lights above began to flicker on and off. A blast of wind picks up
and the room is transformed into a rotating cylinder glass like hallway with a different variety of
techno colors swirling round in the background. Tempting the screen with her eyes and hardcore
attitude, Meghan follows along the moving floor beneath her doing a few hand twirls and
backflips.
Get up and move
Don't make me act a fool
Just bounce baby out the door
I ain't gon' take this no more
Traveling along the pexi glass covered ground, Meghan has finally reached the end of the
hallway and waiting for her is another door. She moves to push it open with one hand and soon
as she does, she finds herself in another level of the parking garage. In a split second her outfit
has changed and she was now fitted in sexy type street clothing with blue jeans and a barely
there top. Her hair cascaded down in soft waves and her bangs were swept over her eyes on one
side. From the far end of the garage, headlights appeared in the shadows and soon the roaring of
engines sounded. Seconds later five large black and Yellow Hummer trucks soared up the
pavement and all came to a stop a little ways from where Meghan stood before the door.
Bounce baby out the door
Get and move
Don't make me act a fool
Just bounce`
The second verse approaches and simultaneously the doors of the cars fly open and out step an
entourage of up to seven girls in their own sexy type street attire. Bounding over to Meghan, a
security camera hidden in a secure position is now filming the girls conjure up something or the
other. Now armed with metal bats and chains, the screen cuts back to Meghan and the girls as
they execute a small dance sequence with their weapons. Meghan leads the pack as they stalk up
and down the pavement, dancing round the cars and such.
Baby boy I know you'll never find
No stuff as good as mine
Kneeling so she was face to face with the camera, Meghan suggestively tempted it with a look of
sheer innocence before pretending to shove it away angrily. Shots of the dance sequence blend in
with shots of Meghan positioned on the hood of a yellow Hummer feeling up her torso and other
arousing scenes before coming into a sketch involving Ty.
She can't work you like I did
You can look but you know I got that good shit
Bent over a pool table aiming his stick at a striped number 15 ball, Ty takes his shot and sent the
ball flying into the corner pocket knocking in two more in the process. The Billiards Hall is
packed full for the night as music pumps through the speakers and the television above the bar
displays a random 2 pac music video. Men and women gather round in full party mode as they
drink from the mugs and beer bottles mingling the pool tables and the arcade games surrounding
the room.
His pals egging him on, Ty goes to make another shot but then the soft feel of hands glide up his
chest from behind. The whole night Ty had been getting hit on and felt up by the females in the
room so he as so much didn't even flinch from the feel of this one. The slick grin on his face
gave way that he was actually enjoying all of the attention. Hands on his chest roamed up and
down before leading a trail toward his belt buckle where fingernails latched on. Screwing up his
shot from the distraction, Ty slowly turned over his shoulder where a pair of deep brown eyes
stared up at him. His friends shook their heads with false shame as Ty let the girl guide him
toward a vacant hall near the bathrooms.
Entranced by her ' look of an angel ' expression but drawn to her volumptuous full figure, Ty
closed the gap inbetween them as she remained with her back pressed into the wall. In wait for
her to make a move, his lips descended onto hers in a full fledged kiss as her fingers curled round
the back of his neck. His hands found her hips where he held on a firm grip as if she were going
to run away at any minute.
I know that you hating it
But you better stay with the one you're with
Making her way inside the hall, Meghan acknowledged a few of her friends before heading over
to the table where she noticed the familiar faces of some guys and girls. Chatting it up for awhile,
she moved to sit on a stool when a certain Blackberry caught her eye that was resting on the
ledge of the pool table. Lifting it into her fingers, she posed the question of did it belong to who
she was thinking it did and surely enough it did. Out of her view, Darius and another gentlemen
spoke quietly within each other opting whether or not it was possible that Ty had gotten himself
into a real mess this time. Standing by with hope that nothing bad would soon unfold, Darius
looked on as one of their friends pointed his finger toward the direction where he had last seen
Ty scamper off too. With a nod, Meghan headed on over. Behind her though, Darius and two
others angrily shoved the one who told. As that scene was going on, Meghan was quickly on her
way toward the bathrooms. Just as she rounded the corner, Ty meet her halfway and was a bit
surprised on seeing her.
Greeting her with a quick kiss and a hug, Meghan was hesitant to lock her arms around his neck
but did so anyway. But pulling out of the embrace, she held up his Blackberry for him to see
with questioning eyes. Then with a roll of his, he released it from her and pocketed it telling her
that he must have forgotten that he left it on the table. Going along with his excuse, she let him
led the way back to the pool table area. As Darius seen them coming up he passed a look to Ty.
From over his shoulder, Darius seen the girl that Ty was with slip through the exit doors. With a
raised brow and a lick of his lips, Darius caught the wink that Ty sent at him before turning his
attention onto an unsuspecting Meghan thinking that he was in the clear.
You made your bed and now you have to sleep up in it baby
I called your pager and your two-way boy but no response
With the bridge coming back in, as that last line sung through, the similar Blackberry that
Meghan had found at the Billard Hall was currently in her possesion. Her movements were slow
as she threw the Blackberry in the air and took a fierce swing at it with her bat and sent it flying
across the garage as it shattered in the air. Clearly satisfied with her doings, a content smile
found it's way onto her lips for as she turned round the picture was taken back to the cylinder like
hallway.
Start lookin and I found you in some other woman's arms
Back to the Billiard scene, Meghan conversed with a few of her girls across the room but often
kept an eye on Ty when a female approached her suddenly. She whispered something in her ear
in which Meghan stared at the girl before her with uncertainty. Informing her girls that she
would be right back, Meghan followed behind the girl as she led them toward a private part of
the Hall. She instructed Meghan to take a seat on one of the couches which she did. Crossing her
leg over the other, Meghan observed her movements as the female switched on the mini
televison above and slipped something round into the player.
What captured Meghan's eyes first was the familiar black and blue jersey that clung to her
boyfriend's body. Then immediately her attention was fixated on the female who hand's were
roaming the back of his neck. Then as the kiss followed, Meghan's expressions went from shock
and disbelief to downright livid.
Don't try to front boy cause I saw you there with my own eyes
Blackened with humor, Meghan nodded her head as if she completely understood. Lowering her
head, she breathed an impatient laugh and lightly scratched just above her eyebrow with her
finger. As the girl reacquired the small disc from the player Meghan had already rose to a stand.
Nothing was said between the two but Meghan did reposses the disc from her only to stuff it
inside her bag. After she and the girl shared a look of understanding, Meghan left the girl to be
alone in the room as she made her way back toward the Pool tables.
Meanwhile, the female that had just ratted out Meghan's boyfriend smiled contently to herself as
she was actually the acomplice in the video she had just shown Meghan. Since her small frame
had been shielded as a result of his tall frame hovering over her there was no realization that she
apparently was the mistress in it all. Though as of right now it is unclear of her reasons why she
had just revealed Meghan her boyfriend in the act of cheating, it would soon become clear later
on in the video.
But back over to Meghan who was currently walking in Ty's direction, he moved to the side just
in time to see her coming his way. He smiled instantly and against her will, Meghan dropped the
scowl from her face and returned his smile with a sideways grin. Though just the whiff of his
cologne made her insides boil, Meghan still moved into his embrace and planted her hand on his
chest while he held onto her with one arm. It was then that Meghan felt the need to come up with
a plan of action. Suddenly playing the ' tired ' role, Meghan informed him that it was getting late
and she wasn't feeling much to hanging out anymore. Frowing a frown that he knew always
seemed to get to her, Meghan inwardly scoffed to herself and refused his tempting offer if she
was to stay with him for a few hours longer.
Signaling her friends over, Meghan squeezed his hand that had been tugging on her's gently.
Blowing him a kiss as a sure fire way of telling him that she was going to see him later on, he
relunctanly let go and watched her back as she and her friends made their way toward the double
door exits. Soon as the girls were out of sight, Darius and the other boys bounded over to him
and began to grill him about his ' adventure ' with the unknown female by the bathrooms. Darius
opted to keep his mouth shut and only grin arrogantly in which his boys threw him haterous
glares and dismissive waves.
As the boys contiuned to be loud and boisterous with one another, the focus shifted and came to
focus on the movements of the girl who had shown Meghan the video, emerging from the private
area of the Hall. She stared across the room at them briefly before leaving through the double
doors. And this time she was gone.
Just get your stuff boy cause I'm tired of hearing all your lies
Meanwhile, while all of the drama was going on inside of the Hall, Meghan and her girls were
out in the parking lot when Meghan stopped suddenly and eyed Ty's car as it was parked a few
feet away. She held her finger up at her girls who were questioning her and silently made the
walk over. Reaching for an empty beer bottle she seen lying on the pavement, Meghan stalked
right up to his car and stood standing in front of it. For a moment she just let her eyes glaze over
the expensive vehicle. Just then the camera surveyed the car and all of the fancy details that came
along like his license plate that read 'Playa 1'. At this, Meghan merely smiled. Then taking a step
back, she gripped the beer bottle in her hand and ever so languidly sent it flying toward his
windshield. As the bottle spun in the air, it crashed through his windshield and landed in the
drivers seat of his car, all the while bits of glass flew left and right.
As the head lights began to flicker and the car alarm rang loudly, Meghan's friends stood back
awe struck as she nonchalantly stepped over to her car and unlocked the door. Mid step of
climbing inside, she eyed her friends who remained in shock at what just happened, asking them
if they were coming or not. Them all looking toward one another, the girls quickly scurried
toward the car and climbed inside just as she started it up. Pushing and instigating for answers,
Meghan was quick to drive off just as a crowd began to form from inside the hall and toward the
parking lot curiously.
Ty, as he nursed his cup of beer furrowed his brow and turned round when he noticed most of
everyone in the Hall trampling to run outside. Looking to his boys then telling them to follow, he
had a hard time pushing through the crowd as he finally made his way to the front. His boys
came up behind him just as he furiously threw his cup to the ground and fuming, stormed over to
his car. He surveyed the damage with disbelief. Grappling his head with his hands outraged, He
addressed the crowd behind him demanding to know who in the hell wrecked his car. Innocent
hands went up in the air and eyes were wide as no one supplied him with an answer. His boys
merely stood watch as Ty ranted and raved over his car, when Darius just happened to look at his
right and on the ground lied Meghan's necklace. Bending down, he lifted it into his fingers then
stared at Ty. Coming to the conclusion that it was possibly Meghan who could have initiated the
damage, he stuffed the necklace into his pocket and stalked over to Ty.
Bounce baby out the door
I ain't gon' take this no more
Leaving off the scene just as Darius approached Ty while reaching into his pocket and pulling
out the necklace, Ty's reaction was just missed as the picture switched back over to Meghan who
had just smashed in the windshield of the Hummer she was dancing on with a metal bat as she
stood tall atop the hood.
Jumping off the hood and taking the bat to all of the rest of the windows, the camera dodged the
many shards of glass that flew in every which direction as she mutilated the car to her best
ability.
Just as she smashed in the back window of the Hummer, dropping her bat to the ground, it was
from one of the hidden cameras of the parking garage that Meghan was seen using a can of spray
paint to tag all over the vehicle's body. She wrote ' Scrub ' in big sloppy letters along the left side
of the car. Discarding the weapons on the ground, Meghan and the dancers climbed into two
seperate trucks and started them off. Tires screeched as both cars took for the spiral road way
that led all the way down to the main floor of the garage.
Bounce baby out the door
Get up and move
Don't make me act a fool
In the meantime while the scene in the parking garage played through, the screen flipped to find
Meghan just entering inside his apartment with her girlfriends in tow. Looks of determination
immediately alerted that something was up. The assumption was proved correct when Meghan
pointed to the left and the right side of the room and the girls set to work. Seconds later, the girls
were knocking over his possesions, untidying the rooms, marking his stuff with markers,
breaking his plates and so on. Mina, a regular in Meghan's videos, sifted through his DVD/CD
stand and pulled out a stack of cd's. She wiggled them in the air catching the attention of the girls
and began to fling his precious cd's into the air like they were a collection of sliver frisbees.
While this went on Meghan decided to take a visit inside his bedroom. The first thing that caught
her eye was his favorite Jersey laying in a crumple on his bed.
Digging in one of his dressers she acquired a pair of scissors and got to snipping. She cut it up
into itty bitty pieces and threw them up in the air and made jersey confetti.
After having her fun with that she really set to work. She gripped the sheets on the bed and
harshly tossed them on the ground. One by one she poured the bottles of cologne she found in his
bathroom and poured them over the sheets. Seconds later she found herself in his closet ripping
his clothes off the hangers. They fell to a pile on the floor. Once she was satisfied and his closet
was basically empty she gathered up the clothes and dumped them inside the tub. She ripped the
shower curtain also just for added fun. She piled his shaving creams, toothpaste, combs, brushes,
toilet paper, everything she could get her hands on went in the tub.
Then coming up behind her with a bottle of Clorox Bleach, Meghan put her hand out for it and
took it from Mina. The rest of the girls filed into the bathroom after having destroyed the front of
his apartment. They stood at her side as Meghan uncapped the jug and poured it all over. She
held her hand out for a match which Mina set in her palm. Lighting it up, she twirled the tiny
stick of fire and smiled before tossing it on the pile. Slow flames started to spread until it erupted
into one big fire. The girls then immediatly left the apartment before the chance of them getting
caught would come.
The rest of the chorus resumed as it showed Ty rolling up to an apartment set in flames. Once
again the picture flipped before his reaction was shown.
Just bounce baby out the door
I ain't gon' to take this no more
Bounce baby out the door
Get up and move
Don't make me act a fool
Just bounce
Having reached the bottom parking lot, the two cars drove out onto an empty street except for the
one exotic race car sitting there. Perched on the hood was a male in a brown and yellow G- unit
jacket with his hat lowered over his eyes to the side. On all four intersections of the road the
traffic lights would change from red, green, then yellow. The two Hummers halted a few feet
away from where his car was parked and Meghan was first to climb out as she made her way
over to the male.
Upon seeing her come up to him, 50 cent began to spit his rap for the song,
So wait a minute, Meghan give me a chance to explain
I was just looking at shorty, don't even know her name.
As soon as she had gotten close enough to him, 50 reached out for her and pulled her to him by
her wrist. Meghan kept her expression uncaring as she sucked her teeth and lolled her head from
side to side. 50 cupped her chin with his hand and secured his tattoed arm around her waist.
He fixed her head to stare at him while he rapped his lyrics with passion.
I ain't lookin for no one to come and take your place
Ain't no one out there baby that could fill your space ( no )
While 50's rap kept on clips of Meghan would range from scene to scene. She was currently
involved in a rough dance choreograpy scene with her dancers underneath a traffic light. Then it
would change from there to her in the cylinder like hallway, being filmed on security camera,
then to her stomping along the garage by her lonesome.
Don't need to find a nickel got a dime at home
Plus I love every night the freaky ways we bone ( ohhhh oh )
I ain't trying to get gone, ain't trying to play the roll
And I'd rather stay a part of your blue-eyed soul.
As 50's rap came to an end Meghan was done dealing with him. She kissed her fingers and
pressed them to his cheek before stealing his hat and placing it on her head as she stalked away
from him. 50 was left to shake his head as he rounded his car and climbed inside, skidding down
the streets and vanishing into the fog.
The chorus came back in and so did the scene with Ty and his burning apartment.
Bounce baby out the door
I ain't gon' take this no more, no
Bounce baby out the door
Get up and move
Don't make me act a fool
Fire trucks and fire men filled the scene. The fire fighters aimed their hose at the apartment
building as they were quick to contain the fire. Neighborhood citizens stood watch at the
disasterous scene on the block. A cop was busy questioning Ty but Ty was at a loss for words.
His hands flailed wildly as he angrily spoke with the officer having no clue who could have done
this. He then motioned to his broken windshield and explained to the officer that he didn't know
who did it either.
A few feet away from him Darius shook his head. He knew who did it but for some reason he
wasn't speaking a word of it. His hand clutched the necklace deep inside of his pocket. Suddenly
Darius caught a figure emerging from the shadows of the darkness around the corner. It was
night so his vision wasn't as clear but then she came into sight. Darius recognized her as the
female from the Hall. He could see her peering at him before she disappeared into the curious
crowd of people.
As if his night couldn't have turned out any more strange, Ty recieved a text on his Blackberry
that instructed him to arrive at the basketball courts in ten minutes. He scrunched his face in
confusion and in annoyance. He sighed loudly and relunctantly climbed inside his car, leaving
Darius behind. Darius looked on as his car speed down the street then took off down the side
walk.
Just bounce baby out the door
I ain't gon' take this no more ( no more, no )
His car parked along the curb, Ty hurriedly climbed out of the vehicle and looked to the fenced
in court ahead. With a dreadful sigh, he alarmed his car and stepped onto the sidewalk. Pushing
open the gate, in the distance he noticed three figures all dressed in black from head to toe.
As he timidly approached them further, Meghan was first to slip off her hood. Ty's expression
was of surprise. Then coming up behind her two more hoods were removed revealing the faces
of the female he had kissed in the Hall and the other person, Darius. Ty took a step back. No
words were exchanged as Meghan pulled out her own Blackberry with a small disc. She slipped
the disc inside and handed him the device.
Ty was unsure what to do but figured she must have wanted him to watch something on the
small screen. The words' loading' appeared before film of him and the female making out in the
hall took his breath away. He looked to Meghan but she told him to keep watching. The footage
of her bashing in his windshield with a bottle came into view as well as footage of her
mutilatiing his apartment. He was paralyzed and couldn't speak. As the screen then cut to black,
he looked at the three infront of him.
Darius dug into his pocket and handed Meghan her necklace. Ty watched the exchange between
the two. Meghan held the necklace up to his face then crumbled it in her hand and threw it at his
chest in disgust. She was so done with him.
Bounce baby out the door
Get up and move
Don't make me act a fool ( Yeeeeeahhh)
Just bounce ( Booooounce )
Meghan was first to brush past him and purposefully bumped his shoulder. Then the female
known as Chelle followed and lastly with a shameful shake of his head, Darius.
The scene then ended with Ty standing in the dark alone on the court.
Back to the street scene, Meghan sang the chorus lyrics as again the scenes interchanged.
She was standing with 50 as he spoke the endings chorus dialogue.
" You know I ain't trying to front you girl."
Meghan eventually secured her arms around his neck with his hat still on her head. She smiled at
him with flirtation as his hand found her bottom.
Just bounce baby bounce
Don't make me act a fool
Just bounce
Meghan initially laughed as 50 began to toy with the hat on her head. " Why we gotta go there
huh?" He questioned while continuing to flirt with her. Though it was just only for video
purposes. There was no real atttraction between the two. Though she did think he was cute.
Just bounce baby bounce.
" You know I ain't trying to lose you girl." 50 spoke into her neck as she playfully pushed his
head away.
Just bounce baby bounce.
As the song came to an end, scenes from the whole entire video rapidly whizzed by as the song's
beat intensified signaling that it was almost over.
" There Meghan goes again. "
50's voice played in the background as a clip of Meghan tempting the camera with her
movements and sexual gazes zipped by then her alone in the street amongst a cloud of fog. Her
silhouette couldn't be distinguised in the night fog and the only thing that could be seen was a
female figure and hair being blown against the wind as the last line of the chorus was sung and
the video ended.
Just bounce
Song Credit: Sarah Conner ' Bounce '.
Track 11: Stars Make Headlines REMIX ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
Author's Notes:
:)
Meghan remained on auto pilot as she smiled cordially at the talk show correspondent seated in
the high chair adjacent from her. She would often look to the studio audience and laugh slightly
when a funny comment was made. She was doing her job which was to appease and satisfy the
audience and the host when really on the inside she was dying of extreme boredom and
exhaustion.
After breakfast this morning she had no time to squeeze in just the tiniest of naps because the
moment nine o clock hit that was the time when all the chaos began. Her overflowing schedule
didn't even leave her any time to enjoy her usual thirty minute shower. She was in and out of the
shower in fifteen minutes and then seated in a chair getting her hair and makeup done then after
that she was fitted in her clothes for the day which consisted of straight leg jeans that flared at
the bottom shielding her Jimmy Choos and a creme v neck top with lace straps on either side.
After a quick briefing in the elevator courtesy of Shannon, Meghan was whisked into an awaiting
Expedition along with her entourage to start the day of endless interviews and television show
appearances.
She was currently on the most popular talk show in Germany ' Thema Ein- Fuhrt mit Robyn Auf
' which meant ' Topic A- List With Robyn. ' To say that she was in the least bit excited about
being on the show would be the biggest understatement of the year. In all honesty she couldn't
stand to even be in the backstage area let alone on the set. Not to be rude but she felt that the talk
show was all one big drag. She had been on it numerous times to know and to expect what
questions were going to be asked and what questions weren't. The important questions never ever
seemed to come up in all the talking that the host Robyn seems to do. No siree. It was all about
getting down to the nitty gritty and airing out every celebs dirty laundry.
If asked most celebs who very rarely liked to guest appear on the show they would all tell you
the same thing. The show was like one major tabloid magazine. Only difference was that it was
actually live and broadcast throughout Germany and atleast six different other countries. Luckily
none of the show aired on U.S. television. The only show close to this was Tyra and Meghan
would trade in Robyn for Tyra in a heartbeat.
Meghan could literally feel her eyelids wanting to slowly droop to a close and a yawn wanted to
desperately escape her lips but she appropriated her composure and opted to cross her leg over
the other in an attempt to keep herself alive.
Robyn had made what seemed her thousandth comment out of the million she had and the
reaction of the studio was bubbling laughter. Meghan resisted from joining in but she did crack a
smile. What in the world was so funny? Beats the heck out of her.
Finally, after endlessly squabbling about a recent encounter she had with Hollywood actor Brad
Pitt, Robyn ultimately focused the attention back on to Meghan.
" So Meghan," She began shifting in her seat a bit. Meghan folded her hands in her lap and
listened intently. " Last month we had Ashton Kutcher appear on the show and he spoke of an
upcoming film that you and he will be starring in." Meghan nodded politely. " We didn't get to
hear all of the details of the film since we ran so short on time so can you maybe fill us in a bit
and pick up where he left off and tell us why you chose to be a part of it?"
Robyn spoke in the fashion that all young talk show hosts seem to do. Her cue cards dangled
from her fingers as she waited on Meghan with a pretentious smile.
Meghan gently cleared her throat and smiled back. Robyn's smile was one of the fakest that she
had ever seen. Still, she returned it with her own genuine smile. Or atleast that's what it looked
like.
" Sure. Yea...um, as of four months ago I got a call from my manager Johnny Wright and he was
telling me about this movie script that he had recieved from Jacob Duchombe, the film's director
and he was like Jacob wanted me to look over the script to see if I would maybe be interested in
this new film that he was directing titled ' Ideal Guy '. So a couple of days later I read the script
and automatically I just like fell in love with it. Immediately what attracted me to it was the
personality of Ashton's character and how mine and his character eventually came together."
Meghan was about to go on but Robyn abruptly cut her off short. Meghan wasn't surprised one
bit.
" It's a comedy film correct?" She asked as if she were authentically interested.
Meghan all the while nodded again. She bent over slightly to adjust the strap on her heel as she
answered.
" Yeah, it's one of those romantic, comedy films though. Where guy meets girl, girl doesn't like
guy, guy does everything to impress girl then at the end the inevitable happens and the two
subsequently fall in love with each other and that's the happy ending." She lightly explained
folding her hands in her lap again. " It's really just your overall humdinger kind of movie. You'll
probably laugh all the way from beginning to end."
Robyn raised a discreet brow. " Hmm, sounds promising." She voiced blandly sifting through her
cue cards. Seconds later she was back to her overly bubbily tone. " So, tell me, what was it like
working along side Ashton?"
Meghan inwardly rolled her eyes but answered none the less. Robyn's attitude was initially
calling for Meghan to just wring the woman's neck. Luckily, Meghan found a way from doing
so. After past experiences on the show she found that if she kept her hands folded in her lap then
she would be able to act accordingly.
Though strangling her did seem tempting at the moment.
" Oh, it was great." She beamed. " Ashton is a really funny person and a blast to get along with.
He was such a goofball on the set and everything. Sometimes it was just so hard to focus on the
set because he was constantly doing or saying things to make everyone laugh. But yea, he's a real
sweet heart and he's great at what he does." She revealed with indubitable kindness.
" Awww, that's cute." Robyn passed quickly. " Was it your first time...you know...meeting him
and working with him?"
" Ahh, no actually." Meghan spoke. " I mean, well.... This is the first time that we will be starring
in a movie together amongst other things but as far as being strangers to one another, " She
shook her head. " I've known Ashton for a good couple of years now. He and I have been friends
for the longest and I think that's why we got along so well on the set because we knew what to
expect from one another. So yeah, Ashton is one of those fixtures in my life and in other people
lives that you just can't get rid of." She added with a short chuckle. " Not that I would want too
anyway."
" I bet." Robyn sounded shortly. She curtly flipped her bangs from her eyes. " Now let's move on
from all this boring chatter and get down to the good stuff." She beamed arousing some laughter
from the audience.
Meghan raised a brow. She was not amused.
" Did you and Ashton flirt with each other at all? I know that you two shared some pretty steamy
lip locking sessions. Was that fun for you at all?" She asked with just a little too much
excitement. She sat foward and rested her hand on her knee.
'Is she serious?' Meghan silently questioned. " Umm," Meghan released a breathy chortle. " It
was what it was." Meghan answered. She was a pro at easing her way around these type of
questions. " Ashton and I have a mutual respect for one another and the only flirting that was
going on was when the cameras were rolling. Besides that, it was nothing."
Robyn made a face that had the audience erput with laughter. " Oh, c'mon." She stressed. "
You're sitting here telling me that yall two didn't flirt with each other at all? As good looking as
he is?" She waved her hand and sat up. " I'm not buying that. I'm not as naive as most people out
there. Sie Konnen Robyn nicht tauschen." She spoke in German aiming her attention at the
audience who began to cheer.
Meghan ever so quickly narrowed her eyes on the blonde one. She then grinned and shrugged
when Robyn averted her attention on her again. " You don't need me to make you look like a
fool. You seem to have a handle on that yourself." Meghan retorted sweetly. She would have
replied back in German but found it better to humilate her for the few american viewers currently
watching.
Small gasps erupted in the audience then another round of laughter followed. A few cheers even.
Robyn tried to remain unfazed but Meghan knew it was eating her up inside.
" Right." She almost seethed crossing her leg in the same fashion as Meghan. This time
Meghan's smile was actually earnest. " Anyways, like I said earlier there is no fooling me. I bet
next you're going to tell me that you and J.C. Chasez are ' only friends ' " She displayed with
finger quotes. " Despite all of those photos of the two of you swimming around right at this
moment." She declared. " What is the relationship between you two anyway? Is he going to be
just another hookup or is there something really going on?" She pried. The mischevious smile
made it's way onto her lips and she eyed Meghan as if she dared her to deny the allegations.
Meghan let out a real laugh this time and tilted her head to the side, " I'm sorry but I'm allergic to
those type of questions. They tend to make me sick and sick of the person asking them." Her
tone was laced with sarcasm and her smile faltered to a taunting grin.
Robyn's lips surfaced to a thin line but she replaced it with her signature smile and laugh. She
looked to her cards then faced the audience. " Looks like it's time to cut to a commercial break."
She addressed the camera. " More with Meghan Carter when we return and after she's going to
be performing her latest single right here live so stay tuned."
As the camera cut away and panned over the audience, Meghan opted to ignore the woman
across from her and charmed the audience who began to clap and cheer with a wave and a few
smiles.
Justin had just arrived in Germany a little over an hour ago. He cursed himself for not bringing
along his body guard Mike as he barely escaped the clamor of photographers hanging right
outside the airports entrance. It was a mad circus out there and an even crazier circus in the
streets outside of the hotel. Papparazzi, fans, and news stations were swarming outside like bees
to a honey comb. If he didn't know any better he would have sworn that the Pope had just
entered the building with as wild as they were acting. He was surprised that the police hadn't
been called by hotel security yet to come and tame the frenzied mass of people.
" Damn." He breathed peeking through the long curtains of his window. Down below the street
was crowded with people shouting out and screaming. Some held camera phones and some held
signs and magazines waving them furiously in the air.
Justin's eyes zoomed in on a magazine that some girl was holding and on the cover was a photo
of Meghan. He recognized it as the recent Rolling Stone magazine. She wasn't the only one
holding up the singers artifacts. Most of the crowd consisted of die hard Meghan Carter fans but
at the sight of Justin he sparked a whole nother level of pandemonium.
He shook his head and removed himself from the window letting the curtain fall back into it's
place. Atleast he knew that he would be able to find her around here somewhere. He glanced at
his watch and saw that it was a little past three p.m. He didn't know whether or not Meghan was
still in her hotel room or not but he strongly figured that she wasn't. If he knew Meghan then he
definately knew her schedule and how jam packed it always is. He thought about it for a minute
and was more than positive that she was probably out at a photoshoot or something of the other.
But then again he could be wrong. Whatever the case was he really just wanted to buy himself
some time to prepare himself before just knocking on her door uninvited.
He stepped into the bathroom connected to the bedroom and switched on the golden faucet. Bent
foward he cupped some cold water into his hands and splashed it over his face. He shuddered a
bit at the ice cold feel before going at it again. Turning off the faucet he found a small cloth
flipped over the towel rack at his side and wiped his face. Leaving the cloth on the counter, he
walked into the bedroom and removed the hat from his head and tossed it on the center of the
bed. Making a beeline for the living room, he rummaged the fridge for something to drink.
Settling on a bottle of plain water he stepped over to the sofa's and sat down.
Lifting the remote off the table ahead of him he flipped on the television and set it on some
random channel. Taking his phone from his pocket he decided to place a quick call to Trace.
" Hey man, it's me." He greeted as soon as Trace's voice filtered out.
" Jay? Dude where the hell are you? I swung by your house earlier today and no one answered.
What the hell man. Did you decide to skip town and head to White Castle without me again? If
so man then I swear-"
Justin laughed.
" Trace what the hell are you talking about? Shut up man I'm in Germany right now." He
confessed eyeing the surroundings of his hotel room
Trace made a faint noise. " Excuse me, I don't think I heard you right." He paused. " Did you just
tell me that you're in Germany?"
" I didn't stutter did I." Justin retorted.
" When in the hell did you find the time to fly all the way to Germany from when I just left your
house like....I don't know not even twenty four hours ago?" Trace exclaimed.
" Right after you left actually. Literally like ten minutes after your short ass decided to jump ship
and get the hell out." He cracked. Trace called him an obscene name in which he rolled his eyes.
" Shove it dude. Anyway, so what is there in Germany that you needed to Fed Ex yourself
overnight?"
Justin finally untwisted the cap of his water but hadn't moved to drink from it yet. He let it stand
on his thigh.
" Nothing. I'm here on business." He replied.
Trace snorted. " And by business you must mean Meghan." Trace figured within two seconds.
Justin made a face. " How in the hell do you know that?"
" I wasn't born yesterday dude." Trace spoke simply. " And because I made a phone call to
Johnny to find out where you were." He cheesed.
" You're so lame man." Justin declared. Trace's chuckle filled his ears.
They talked on for a few moments longer over pointless subject topics. Family, football, Trace's
girlfriend Kate and other things.
Justin rose from the couch to trash his bottle with his phone to his ear. " Sooo, you think that
may-"
" No." Trace interrupted. He knew just what his friend was going to ask and quite frankly he was
not up for it.
Justin grunted at the short man. " You don't even know what I was going to ask you. I could have
been offering you a ticket to the Lakers game or something and you just up and said no."
" Number one, I'm not as dumb as you think and number two, I already have season passes."
Justin made a tsk noise and decided to step over to the window again and gape down at the
crowd. As soon as he was in sight the people below went insane. " Whatever. I have V.I.P.
access so there."
" Ha ha ha, good for you man. Listen, you know I can't come down there. This is something that
you have to do by yourself. Whatever the outcome you know I'll be rooting for you but until then
my happy ass is staying in California." Trace spoke seemingly content with himself.
" Yeah stay your ass down there. I don't need your stumpy behind getting lost in the crowd
anyway."
Trace let that one go over his head. " Is that all of the screaming and shit that I hear?"
" Yeah. It's ridiculous." Justin moved from the window just as a photographer was gearing up his
camera for a shot of him.
" Tough." Trace breathed. " Well I would love to continue such lovely chatter but my minutes
are running low as it is and I don't do long distance calls. Next time make sure to call me collect.
Saves me money."
" Are you--never mind." Justin pinched the bridge of his nose at his friend who he could hear
talking to someone in the background. Trace could be so dumb most times. " I'll see you when I
get back I guess."
" Alright, later dude and good luck."
" Yeah. Bye."
Justin snapped his phone shut and clutched it in his hand. He mainly stood around anticipating
what his next move should be. Glancing at his watch once more forty minutes had gone by and
he was still so sure that Meghan hadn't come back yet but who was he to know. Either way he
was getting tired of waiting around.
" Might as well give it a shot." He said to himself. Crossing the room into the bedroom he
observed his appearance in the mirror and was satisfied with himself before scooping up his red
hoodie and slipping it on. Deciding to visit the Cafe in the lobby real quick he retrieved his keys
and his key card and tucked them in his pockets then made his way out of his hotel room.
" By the way lovely way to present yourself on Robyn's show today Meghan. Absolutely
cunning."
Meghan dismissed Shannon's corrosiveness and slipped on her shades. Shannon followed behind
her into the building as Meghan's bodyguards Big Dav and Kelly protectively led the way inside
the double doors and into the hotel lobby.
" Shann, just to let you know, I really do not care how I came off to the cameras today. That
Robyn lady is such a bitch." She voiced stepping onto the elevator when the doors parted. "
Sorry but it's true. She thinks that she can talk to anyone whichever way she pleases just because
her show is the highest rating in seven different countries." She stood behind the two large men
as they served as her blockade at the moment. " Not me sweet heart. If she wants to talk then I'll
be glad to give her something to talk about." She continued. The bracelet on her wrist jiggled as
she tussled her hair with her hand.
Shannon was currently at her side furiously messaging something on her Black Berry. After the
show, Robyn had decided to have a word with the show's producer in which the singer was now
banned from the show. Shannon immediatly alerted Max, Meghan's other publicist as they were
working together serving as damage control before the news could be leaked back to the states.
" Oh, you definately gave her something to talk about." Shannon spat. " And because of that, I'm
going to be working around the clock to try and stop this incident before the media finds out
about it. You know that they are going to spin it to make it out to be all of your fault." She told
her.
Meghan shrugged. " Let them spin it. Again, I don't care. As long as I don't have to ever appear
on her show again then I'll be more than happy to have it all be on me. Infact, I'll publicly take
the blame myself."
The elevator soon dinged and the doors slid apart. Meghan thanked Kelly and Dav gratefully
before heading down the hall toward her hotel room while Shannon in tow was giving her an
earful of nothing that she wanted to hear.
" Yeah, yeah yeah, Don't have an anuerism now." She murmured as Shannon closed the door
behind them. Meghan disappeared into her bedroom momentarily.
" I better see an extra zero in my next check for this one Meghan." She hollered on her way to
the table in the kitchen. Her other phone in her bag rang and the moment she picked it up it was
Max now giving her an earful.
" Not." Meghan's voice faintly floated from the room.
Justin polished off his Passion fruit tea and donut and was now taking the elevator up to the
fifteenth floor. His hands were tucked inside the pouch of his hoodie as he subconciously began
to wring his fingers together. The elevator dinged and he swiftly stepped off when the doors
parted then came to a close.
He studied the black numbers located on the small silver plates next to the doors until his eyes
came upon the one he was looking for. He stood infront of the door and gaped at the slab of
wood.
" Ok. You can do this."
He took a moment to gather his composure before discharging his hands from his pocket and
raising his fist to the door. He pounded on it twice and let his hand casually drop to his side. He
could hear shuffling and movement come from inside and he exhaled a quick breath
Meghan emerged from her room to find Shannon at the table speaking a mile a minute. She
looked up and glared at Meghan in which Meghan blew her a loving kiss.
" Don't get up. I'll get it." She teased moving toward the door after hearing a knock.
" Two zeros Meghan and I am not joking." Shannon spoke.
Meghan waved her hand. " Uh huh." She laughed turning round to childishly stick her tounge out
at Shannon while at the same time throwing the door open.
" You know you love m-" She stopped dead in her tracks as she took one look at the person on
the other side. For a second she merely stared them down before locating her voice again.
" What are you doing here?" She spoke in a tone near grave. Her hand was secured hermetically
on the door handle and her eyes narrowed low to a vicious standard.
Justin took a step backward as his gaze held hers after she poised the question at him.
His mind began to reel a mile a minute as he furiously attempted to comtemplate the vision
before him. He opened his mouth to speak but instead his words were lost and he started to
stammer.
" I....I... you...."
" Justin what are you doing here, oh my god!" Cameron launched herself into his body and
tightly wrapped her arms around his neck. Her legs found his middle and Justin hadn't given it a
thought and latched his hands on her bottom completely unaware of him doing so.
He relunctantly stepped inside all the while she clung to him like a monkey on a tree. She left
kisses all over his cheek and his neck before calming down a bit as Justin set her on her feet
again.
" I can't believe that you came out here to surprise me! I forgot that I even told you that I was
going to be here." She ranted wrapping her arms around him again.
Justin furrowed his brows in all seriousness and confusion but slowly returned the embrace ever
so lightly smoothing his hand up and down her back.
" Cameron I-" He began not even knowing how to decipher what the heck just happened.
She kissed his lips before he had the chance to begin or even finish his sentence.
" Oh baby, I love you too." She kissed his lips once more and squealed happily. " Wow, I don't
even know that else to say. I can't beleive that you would surprise me like this." All the while she
was speaking she tore herself away from him long enough to head over to the open hotel room
door and close it.
Talk about a surprise for him also.
Meanwhile, Janaie brushed past Meghan and into the room.
" Well, hello to you too popstar." She mocked spinning round to roll her eyes at Meghan who
had just shut the door.
Meghan bounded over to Janaie with a giddy smile on her face. " I'm just kidding with you girlie.
Come over here and give me my hug."
The girls engaged in a pleasant embrace. Janaie then playfully pushed Meghan away from her. "
You're such a dork." She smiled.
Meghan shoved her back with a scoff. " I for one am not a dork." She confirmed. " If you want to
call someone a dork then aim your words at Shannon because I can't decide which one of you is
the bigger one." She retorted tugging at Shannon's pony tail on her way into the kitchen.
Shannon grumbled something and Janaie found her way over with a smile on her face. " Whoa,
who ran over your dog?" She cracked upon seeing Shannon's angry brows. " What in the world
crawled inside her butt?" She questioned at Meghan while pointing her thumb in Shannon's
direction.
Meghan peeped her head out of the fridge as she retrieved a canister of Honey Roasted Nuts.
" Damage Control." She relayed.
" Ohhhh." Janaie drawled. " What did you do this time?" She laughed just as Shannon nearly
plugged her hair from her head.
" Tell you about it later." Meghan replied popping a nut into her mouth. " Until then come and
help me pack my bags please."
Janaie was taken off guard. " Pack your bags? Are you leaving tomorrow?" She inquired
following Meghan into the bedroom. She was met with two open suitcases on the ground and a
bundle of clothes and things on the bed.
Meghan popped another nut inside her mouth then set the can on a nearby dresser. " Today. As
in right now." She answered bending over to pick her sock off the ground and find it's matching
pair.
Janaie observed her movements. " Today? But I just got here. You already accomplished
everything on the schedule? But I didn't even get to stick around and check out the stores and
stuff." She whined throwing herself on the bed atop Meghan's clothes. " What about the sexy
German men? I didn't even get to go guy hunting yet."
Meghan crouched on her knees and folded a shirt while finding her bestfriend's dramatics quite
amusing. " I told you to get here two days earlier." She reminded. " I was here all week."
Janaie rolled onto her stomach and pouted. " It's not my fault that I have to go to work. Plus my
flight was delayed so I had to take another one." She sounded sitting up and helping Meghan fold
some more clothes. She folded two shirts and a skirt and handed it over to Meghan who neatly
placed it inside her Gucci suitcase.
" Well why didn't you call me and tell me the flight was delayed? I would have arranged for you
to take the Jet."
Janaie made a disapproving sound. She handed Meghan a yellow Camisole. " Unlike you, I am
not that damn spoiled. Such a Diva." She muttered under her breath.
" You're the diva." Meghan commented flinging an article at her which happened to be a blue
Victoria Secret bra.
" Eww, nasty." Janaie voiced tossing it back in Meghan's direction.
Moments later Shannon entered the room.
" Dav's here. Are you guys finished up in here?"
Meghan nodded and rose to a stand with the help of Janaie who had just zipped up her last case.
" Yep, bring him in."
Meghan and Janaie carried her bags into the living room and set them by the door. " Five
minutes babygirl and then we are out of here." He informed her in his deep tone as his talkie
garbled in his hand.
" Alright, we're ready." She told him then placed a kiss on the burly black man's cheek. Dav
showed no emotion as he helped the bell boy take her bags out to the limo but Meghan knew
better. He was currently in security mode so that meant that he had to remain tough. Truly, he
was just her big teddy bear. Kind of like a second father to her. Fourteen years and counting.
Shannon, Janaie, and Meghan engaged in their usual chatter as Meghan once again slipped on
her shades and with an enormous amount of security, made their way out of the hotel and into a
black stretch limo.
Meghan waved at the lustrious crowd of fans and even posed for a picture before climbing inside
the vehicle where she was safe from the chaos outside. Mintues later they were soon on their way
to the airport where she would board her Jet to Ireland for some more interviews and a
performance at a Breast Cancer benefit concert.
Janaie opted to sit on the side seats while Meghan sat next to Shannon in the one opposite.
" Hmmm, this one comes with a mini television. I wonder what's on." Janaie flipped down the
screen that hung from the roof of the limo. Switching it on the moment the screen opened up it
was set on a local news channel and being reported was Justin Timberlake arriving in Germany
hours before.
This caught their attention except for Big Dav who sat in the passenger seat next to the driver.
Shannon looked up from her papers and all was quiet as a reporter spoke in the background.
The male reporter spoke in German so Shannon pestered Meghan for a translation.
" What in the world is he saying?"
Meghan was quiet as she listened and watched on the screen Justin slip into a car before the
segment came to an end.
She sat back in her seat not really caring about the entire segment. Big deal. So, Justin
Timberlake flew to Germany. Whoo hoo. Was it really all that special?
" Well?" Janaie inquired eagerly.
Meghan rolled her eyes. " They weren't really saying much. Just that Justin Timberlake arrived in
Germany a few hours ago. They're speculating that he's here on a surprise visit to see Cameron
Diaz who's apparently here also in preparation for some ad campaign. See, nothing important."
She spoke with little emotion.
Shannon crinkled her lip. " I didn't know that Cameron was here."
Meghan shrugged. " Neither did I." She passed.
" Did they say what Hotel she was staying at?" Janiae questioned folding up the small screen.
" Does it really matter?" Janaie raised a brow and Meghan sighed. " The Swiss." Meghan
answered rummaging her purse for a clip to put her hair up.
" Wow, so coincidentally Meghan Carter and Cameron Diaz precisely happened to be sharing the
same Hotel together. How convienient." Shannon commented not missing the glare being sent
her way by Meghan.
Janaie giggled and picked up where she left off. " And to think, both lovers of Justin
Timberlake."
" You two need to get help and fast." Meghan declared tying her hair into a pony after
unsuccessfully searching for her hair clip.
Janaie pulled open the mini fridge and took out a small bottle of Baileys Irish Cream drink. "
Hey, maybe Justin didn't really fly out for Cameron. Maybe he was here for you. He's probably
sorry and found the time to pull his head out of his ass so he can come beg for your forgiveness."
She supplied.
Shannon stifled her laughter and busied herself with her papers while Meghan cut her eyes at
Janaie who was smirking at her behind her bottle.
" Jana, drink. Don't speak." She ordered.
Shannon spoke up. " Hey, it could happen."
Meghan huffed as the girls began to laugh at her expense.
Meghan directed her finger at Shannon. " You, damage control." She then pointed at Janaie. "
And you, you're paying for that drink." She determined then sat back with a smile when Janaie
frowned at her. Meghan laughed obnoxiously on purpose just for fun and to mock Janaie even
further.
" You suck." She told her putting the drink down.
In the meantime Justin had escaped from the claws of Cameron long enough to lock himself in
her bathroom. He paced the tile floor back and forth with his phone glued to his ear as he waited
for Johnny to pick up. Instead it went straight to his voice mail.
" Johnny, it's Justin." He lowered his voice so that Cameron wouldn't catch word. " You need to
explain to me and explain fast just how in the fuck the numbers you gave me somehow has
gotten me trapped inside Cameron's damn hotel room. I'm fucking serious Johnny call me as
soon as you get this message."
He angrily snapped his phone shut and threw his head back. He clenched his fists at his side and
willed his eyes shut as he inhaled a deep breath.
" Jay? Babe are you alright in there?"
Her voice floated into the bathroom and Justin dropped his head. " I'll be right out." He replied
roughly pinching the bridge of his nose.
Smoothing his tounge over his teeth he silently divulged every profanity known to man before
moving to open the door.
" Fuck." He grumbled.
Opening the door, he flicked off the lights and regrettably joined Cameron in the bedroom.
Track 12: An Unfortunate Event ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
Author's Notes:
:) I appreciate all of the reviews and feedback that you guys have
been leaving! You all truly kick major ass!
Justin grimaced at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He leaned in closer as he surveyed the
damage imprinted on the right side of his face about an inch close to his jaw. With a feather light
touch his fingers grazed over the deep pink indentation and flinched when the tiniest of stinging
sensations flowed through out the entire right side of his cheek bone. The more he observed the
better he could see the markings of a palm connected to five fingers.
He hissed after he compressed an ice pack to his cheek as the sounds of Mims ' This Is Why I
Rock ' floated into the bathroom from his bedroom.
" Yeah?" He grumbled holding the ice pack in place while taking a seat on the edge of his bed.
It was Johnny on the other end.
" Justin, it's Johnny. I just recieved your message." Johnny had just entered his office to take a
seat behind his large oak desk. " Now you want to tell me again what the big sudden emergency
is?" He inquired arranging his golden nameplate on his desk.
" Big emergency? The ' big emergency ' is about to make it's way back across the hall in a few
minutes." He angrily spat while diverting his narrowed eyes toward the open door of his hotel
room.
" I don't understand. Justin, what exactly are you saying here?"
Justin rose from his bed with aggravation and stalked back into the bathroom to examine his
cheek in the mirror again.
" Cameron and I just got into a fight." He revealed grazing his finger under his jaw. The swelling
on his cheek had lowered considerably." And you wouldn't believe what the hell she did to me.
She wailed on me Johnny! The bitch went all psycho and wailed on me!" Justin's tone was on the
brink of shouting as he replayed the violent event in his head once more. He still was not
believeing that it actually happened.
" Say what now?" The older man spieled flabbergasted. His fingers paused on the keyboard as he
was in the process of creating an e-mail for Clive Davis the CEO of Jive Records.
" Yeah, I know." Justin relayed upsettingly.
If Johnny only really knew how upset he was. No, more like raging pissed.
" Are you hurt at all? Did she get you really bad? Do you think that you might need to seek
medical attention?" Johnny fired question after question.
Justin pulled the phone from his ear and gave it a look. His manager was talking crazy now.
" I'm fine." He grouched putting the phone back to his ear. " She did get me pretty good on my
right cheek though. The swelling has gone down but I can already tell that there's going to be a
bruise."
Johnny picked up where he left off on his e-mail. Justin could hear the faint sound of keys
clattering on a keyboard.
" Damn Justin, I'm sorry." Johnny sympathised. " Um, you didn't touch her back did you?"
" What!" Justin exclaimed at the absurdity of the question." How could you even ask me that? Of
course I didn't hit her. I would never lay a hand on any female. What the fuck kind of question
was that Johnny?"
His manager apologized severely.
" Justin I know that you would never but I had to ask. I mean you could never know with
situation types such as these." Johnny explained.
Justin rolled his eyes and dropped his ice pack on the counter. " Well the answer is no, I didn't hit
her." He grumbled on his way to the living room so he could shut the door he left open on his
mini tirade. " She's lucky I didn't though. I'm against all kinds of violence but Cameron should be
thankful that I don't head back in there and knock her fuckin head off her shoulders." He scowled
deeply.
Johnny couldn't help the deep chuckled that emitted from his throat.
" I'm at a loss for words right now." He paused to hit send on the email then leaned back into his
executive chair. " How did this all come about anyway? What in the world were you two arguing
about that it had to result with her slapping your teeth from your mouth?"
" Not funny." Justin spoke sliding apart the glass door connected to the patio. He pulled up a
chair from the small table and sat it next to a flower plant close to the door. From where he was
seated it was hard to get a glimpse of him from down below so the crowd still down in the streets
had no clue that he was out there.
" Before I say anything let me remind you that a considerable amount of blame will be put on
your shoulders." He began peeping up at the sun in the sky." If it wasn't you who had supplied
me with the incorrect piece of information then none of this would have ever occured."
Johnny nodded. " Ok, I'll take that. Now what happened?"
Justin rolled his eyes again. This time he focused on the cars whizzing by. From where his patio
was located he was blessed with a beautiful view of the city.
" I had just gotten finished chillin out in the Hotel's Cafe and I was on my way up to Meghan's
room. So I take the elevator and I get off on the floor that I thought was Meghan's which turned
out not to be." Justin made sure that his tone reminded Johnny that this was all his fault."
Anyway, when I knocked on the door, 2741, I was all waiting for Meghan to be on the other side
when nope....I came face to face with Cameron who thought that I had come to surprise her.
Yeah right." Another swirl of his orbs and a grunt, he continued on. " Long story short, I figured
it was time to just tell her that I was through with her and that's when she went all Incredible
Hulk on me and started swinging. I was trying to get out of there as quick as I could but just as I
was about to leave she nailed me with an open hand slap."
Johnny released a stunned breath. " Wow." He shook his head sadly.
" Tell me about it." Justin replied. " Who knew that she would have hands like Tyson. I mean,
I'm no punk but that shit seriously hurt." He put his hand to his mouth and open closed his jaw.
The pain was minimal but nonetheless it was still pain.
" So I take it that she didn't take the break up to well huh?"
" My face obviously answers that question." Justin retorted.
Johnny sat up in his chair and logged on to his computer again when something popped up. It
was a reply to the e-mail he sent.
" Again, Jay, I'm sorry that this has happened. I clearly have no clue how the room number I
gave you landed you in such an apalling predicament. I probably accidentally switched the
numbers around or something. I was pretty busy when you called."
" Still doesn't make it any less your fault." Justin tossed in. " What was Meghan's, not Cameron's,
Meghan's room number anyway?" He questioned.
Justin wasn't going to let this incident set him back. He was still on a mission and there was no
way that he was going to back out now.
" Um, hold on and I'll pull it up for you." Justin waited patiently while Johnny rustled around in
the background. " Alright, room 2147 fourteenth floor."
Justin flung his head back and sighed loudly. Not only did he get the numbers mixed up but went
one floor above then the one he was going for.
" So, what are you going to do now?" The older man broke the silence. Justin ran a hand over his
head and dropped it heavily on his leg.
" I don't know." He lied. He knew exactly once he got off the phone with Johnny he was going to
high tail it up to her room.
The door opened ahead and Johnny's secretary Julia peeped her head through the door. She
informed him that Clive was on line two. Johnny nodded his thanks.
" Justin, I'm going to have to cut this short. I have Clive on hold and we have some specifics that
he need to discuss but while I have you I might as well tell you that there's an event lined up and
the planners have asked if you would be up to doing a performance."
Justin scratched the middle of his head.
" What kind of performance and where at?"
" Well, it's a benefit concert. I'm sure you've heard of it; Women of Breast Cancer Foundation. I
recieved a call from Sasha, the head of the foundation and she said it would be a great honor if
you would maybe perform a song or two. It's headlined with a whole bunch of other musical acts
already but they want you to join the line up also."
Justin mulled over it for a minute. On one hand he didn't mind it because it was for a good cause
but on the other hand, he was on his break. He really didn't feel like leaving his comfort zone for
just one idle stage performance. He would have to rack up the band and his dancers and all of
that drama.
It wasn't sounding to appeasing at the moment but the fact that it was to raise money for Breast
Cancer then he couldn't help but say yes.
" Sure, I guess. Um, where is it? Am I going to have to fly back to the states or what?"
" No, you'd be flying out to Ireland. It's all going to be held at the Odyssey Arena in Belfast two
days from today."
Justin ran his hand over his stubbled jaw and winced. He momentarily forgot about the throbbing
side of his face. " Cool. Sign me up then. I just have to call Marty and we'll see what we can
come up with."
" Great." Johnny beamed. " I'll call them in a few minutes and let them know." Julia poked her
head in the door again and Johnny held up his finger. " Ok, I really have to go now Justin. I'll
give you a call later and then we'll see what's up alright?"
" Yeah." Justin spoke propping one leg on the patio railing. " I'll talk to you later."
" Oh and Justin?" Johnny halted. " Next time you leave me a message such as you did on my
voicemail again, I assure you next time I won't go so easy on you. Seems that Cameron had
already done it for me. Ok, that's it. Bye."
" Ass." Justin remarked toying with the phone in his hand.
He sat out on the patio and took in the city and the fresh air a moment longer before retreating
back inside. He let out a sneeze and shook his head with a sniff as he crossed the room for the
phone to place another call. This time it was to the front desk.
" Swiss Hotel, Gustave speaking how may I help you?" Justin had to strain to comprehend the
man's thick German accent.
" Yeah, this is Justin Timberlake in room 3969 and I was wondering if you could help me out
and supply me with some information?"
The man nodded pleasantly. " What is it that I can help you with today Mr. Timberlake?"
" Uh, can you tell me the room number of a Meghan Carter?" He asked bringing up his thumb so
he could chew on the nail. It was a habit of his.
It's not that he didn't trust Johnny. He just didn't want to come in contact with anymore ' surprises
'. And because he didn't trust Johnny.
The receptionist clacked on his keyboard while he searched for the information. " I'm sorry Mr.
Timberlake. There is no person by the name Meghan Carter in our records.
Justin was confused. " What? What do you mean-" He paused suddenly and removed his thumb
from his mouth. It was then that he remembered that she must have given her alias name to
check into the hotel. Most celebrities did it all of the time for security reasons.
He began to snap his fingers and he tried to remember what it was that she went by. She had way
too many to account for." Umm, can you check under Stephanie Addison?"
" Stephanie Addison?" He repeated searching the database." Yes, we do have a Stephanie
Addison checked into suite 2147."
Jackpot.
" That's great can you-"
Gustav cut him off short. " But unfortunately she checked out a little over an hour ago."
This was not news that Justin wanted to hear. " She checked out?" He frowned rubbing his
forehead.
" That is correct Mr. Timberlake. Is there anything else that you would like me to do for you
today Mr. Timberlake?"
" No thank you. That will be all." Justin hung up the phone before the man had a chance to
response.
" Shit." He gritted sliding a hand down his face and the other on his hip.
He leaned his back against the wall and folded his arms across his chest. Where could she have
gone off to now? There were millions of places on the continent that she could have jetted off to.
He would call Johnny and hope that he would know where she was headed considering that he
was also her manager but remembered that he was off handling other things.
His best bet was to just hope that she would be attending the benefit concert but he figured that it
was a far stretch. She wouldn't be able to find the time to squeeze such an event into her schedule
with her tour and stuff. But then again.....
" The benefit concert!" Justin sounded as if the idea just smacked him in the face. " Duh."
Meghan was the most charitable person of them all. He has never known her to pass up an
opportunity to help others. Tour or not she wouldn't let that get in the way of things.
Looks like he was just going to have to be there and find out.
In the meantime while Justin was gearing up for his second trip, Meghan, fitted in a Boho print
banded halter top and low rise bottom bathing suit shivered in the arms of male model Channing
Tatum as the two posed for the photographer on a private Beach rented out specifically for the
photo shoot. Both were dripping with fresh salt ocean water and grains of sand glued itself onto
their bodies.
" Please tell me that that's a flashlight you have hidden inside those shorts." Meghan commented
adjusting her position in his arms.
Channing was holding her from behind and she sat in between his legs on one of the beaches
massive rocks. A light wind blew in the air and Meghan shivered in the cool breeze.
" It's a flashlight."
Meghan wanted to look over her shoulder at him but was unable to as the photographer was
gearing up another shot of them. She didn't really even have to look at him to figure that he was
probably smirking widely behind her back.
" This is wrong. Just... so wrong." She declared just as Rico, the photographer addressed the two.
" Meghan, lean back into his chest a bit more." She did as she was told. " And Channing, bring
both of your arms forward and wrap them around her knees." Meghan brought her legs up so that
he could do so.
Rico studied their profile. " Meghan rest your head on his shoulder and I want you to look off at
the side while Channing you keep your eyes on me."
Meghan and Channing assumed their positions which brought a smile to Rico's bearded face. "
Perfect. Hold that right there."
While he snapped away Meghan began to get antsy. The cold air mixed with the ice cold water
on her skin was making her extremely uncomfortable.
" Will you stop wiggling around like that?" Channing told her lowly. " My flashlight is going to
be turning on pretty soon and I refuse to be held responsible in participating in the reaction that
you are now causing."
" Alright you two. You guys can take a break now." Rico called over his assistant. " Clara, get
them some towels will you?"
Meghan smiled up at Clara as she pushed off Channing's chest and rose to a stand. With the aid
of Clara Meghan was soon warm and wrapped in an oversized beach towel.
" You repungent individual." She ever so kindly stated.
Channing chuckled musically at her. He draped his towel around his shoulders while he and
Meghan were carefully led onto lower ground.
" Don't deny me Meghan. You know you like it." He stated with faux arrogance.
She cut her eyes on him. They were being surrounded by crew members who were patting and
drying them off with more towels in order to prevent them from catching colds. The weather in
Ireland did not call for them to be outside let alone dawdling in ice cold beach water.
" I want you as much as I want a cold sore. And sorry, but a cold sore seems the better way to
go." She emitted brushing away the sand from her thigh
This elicited laughter from them all.
" Thank you." The two spoke in unsion after voicing that they were warmed enough.
They walked side by side toward a tent set up by their trailers. Channing poured them both two
small cups of hot chocolate. Meghan dipped her straw into hers and swirled the liquid and blew
on it before taking a cautious sip.
Rico and his crew were bustling back and forth on the sand reloading the film and other
miscellaneous things.
Channing looked on as Meghan sipped from her cup and tipped the botton of it his with his
finger. " Watch out. It's really hot."
Meghan jerked the cup away from her mouth before the smoldering contents could spill on her.
" Jerk." She conveyed with a shove to his arm. " You are this close," She pinched her thumb and
finger together. " from a second degree burn. I will not hesitate to pour this all over you ok." She
warned him.
" You are all talk. You wouldn't dare throw shit on me. " She sounded a disapproving ' yeah
right. " But you can feel free to jump me whenever you'd like. Now that, I wouldn't object to."
He chessed and offered her a wink.
Meghan recoiled with an act of repulse. She pretended to gag and clamped her hand over her
mouth. " Excuse me, I think that I may have threw up in my mouth a little."
Channing shook his head at her theatrics. " Stick to singing ok. Acting is not your feature field."
" Ugh." She scoffed lowering her eyes at him. He laughed and reached for her and smothered her
in a hug. Their banter went on until Rico called them back out for some more photos.
He had them both lay in the sand. Meghan was on her back while Channing positioned half of
his body ontop of hers. One of her legs were entangled with his. Her hands were interlocked
above her head and Channing's hands were free to roam her body. The scene behind them was
breath taking. The ocean sparkled underneath the light and the palm trees from afar gently
swayed to and fro. The purpose of the shoot was for Meghan's new fragrance line ' Intimate
Lust.' She had called on Channing Tatum being that he was a good friend of hers for five years
now and asked if he would engage in this photo shoot with her.
The photos and scenes yielded some very intimate embraces possibly borderline sexual and the
only way she would feel comfortable was with the help of a familar prescence. The touch of just
some random male model didn't fly with her in the least bit.
But Channing being himself wasn't planning on making it easy for her. Since the beginning of
the shoot he had sprouted out every crude and perverted comment known to man. It was his way
of thanking her for having him freeze his ass off just for her sake.
" Channing, gently cradle the back of her head." Rico directed. Channing did so. " Beautiful. Ok,
now stare into each eyes as if you two are long lost lovers lusting for a kiss."
Meghan slighly wrinkled her nose but followed his orders. Channing merely simpered. " Weird."
She mouthed.
" Ok, hold it."
Meghan wanted so badly to giggle with the way his eyes were boring onto hers. " You look
crosseyed." She told him in a low whisper so that she wouldn't disturb the shoot.
Channing bit his lip to refrain from laughing. A few shots more and Rico informed that he was
almost through. " And you look so damn sexy with that booger hanging inside of your nose."
Meghan's lip twitched and she closed her eyes to keep from laughing but it was to no avail. A
sudden bust of laughter erupted from her mouth and she brought her hands to rest on his
shoulders to push him back slightly.
While the two sat up all the while in hysterics, Rico sighed aloud. Luckily he had got his last
shot before the two fell out.
" Alright everyone. We're done. That's a wrap."
With the help of Channing, Meghan stood to her feet and apologized to Rico. " I'm sorry. I
couldn't keep it in any longer. Channing was being a pain in the ass."
Rico dismissed them with a grin. " It's cool. The shot was already complete but that would have
been a good one also. You're fine."
" Thanks Rico." She moved to hug him but he put his arms out infront of him. " Whoa, I'm not
trying to get sick now. You need to dry up if you want me to hug you."
She rolled her eyes at the man and watched him walk off with his camera toward the tents.
" Pain in the ass huh?" Meghan was about to swivel round as Channing came up behind her but it
was too late. Securing his arms around her waist he hoisted her into the air and traveled back in
the direction of the water with her over his shoulder. The water swam up to his ankles as he
twirled in circles under her relentless cries.
The display caught Rico's attention and he was quick to whip out his camera. He ran down the
beach and began to photograph them both frolicking in the water. The shot was pure
magnificence. It looked so real and that's what he had been wanting to achieve. No poses or
nothing. Just true authentic desire.
" That was golden you two. I loved it. I think that I just found the cover shot for the ad." Rico
beamed at the two as he held onto his camera as if it were a sacred item.
Channing and Meghan walked up to him hand in hand. Meghan squeezed the water from her hair
and tilted her head at him. " Huh?"
Rico just smiled and waved his hand in the air. " Beautiful." He stated then skitted off under the
tent again to finish packing the materials
Channing looked to Meghan and they both exchanged glances. He shrugged and then so did she.
" Eh, whatever." Channing agreed and he and Meghan conversed with each other all the way up
the beach until they seperated into their own trailers.
The day was long but it wasn't quite close to being over. After the shoot with Channing, Meghan
found herself scrambling back into her original attire for a quick radio interview then lunch with
Shannon and her aunt Debra and also Channing who had decided to tag along. Soon enough she
and him parted ways and before she could even blink she was already being taken to her next
destination which happened to be the Odyssey Arena for rehearsals for the Benefit Concert being
held tomorrow night.
She had been dancing and sweating it out with her dancers for almost an hour now and her limbs
were already growing tired of the rigorous dance routines and the demanding directions of her
choreographer Wade Robson.
He stood down below just near the front of the stage and every so often would find an error in
the movements that he had to halt the music and correct whose ever fault it was.
" Jamar, when your skimming your hand across her stomach don't forget to make direct eye
contact. And Meghan,"
" What?" She snapped. She didn't mean to but Wade was working her last nerve. He wasn't even
her real choreographer. Rob, her true choreographer had a family emergency and couldn't be
there so he sent Wade in as his back up.
Wade scaled the side steps on the stage and over to them. Frustration was clearly radiating from
his form.
He wasn't the only one. Jamar stepped back and allowed Wade to take his place behind Meghan
so that he could display the correct movements.
Wade dropped to his knee with one hand gripped to her hip and the other wrapped around her
mid section. " Like this." He spoke over his shoulder at Jamar who nodded. " Now Meghan,
when he's doing that right when his fingers come in contact with your pelvis that's when you
grab hold of his hand and pull him up."
She inwardly groaned at the man. " Jamar, take your place and let me see it."
The two did what they were told and executed it perfectly. The others stood watch until Wade
sounded of with his approval.
" There you go. Now let's start off from the top. Que up the music." Wade shouted as he trekked
across the stage and into the seats for a better view.
" Kill me." Jamar whispered into her ear. Meghan sighed.
" Tell me about it."
The track started up from the beginning and Meghan and the dancers assumed their positions.
Once the opening line and first verse hit Wade was happy with how perfect it was all coming
along.
Touch like that, baby
Touch like that, oh baby
Tonight I'm jaded; touch like that
Heeeey,
I am smoldering in anticipation
Let's stop waiting
Plaaaay,
Our favorite track that gets us in the mood
Can't stop my mind from racing
Oh baby, you're drivin me crazy
Keep it hotter than fire, raise me up even higher
If you get into it, I'll do your favorite trick
Lets start the show
Show me how it's done
Over and over and over, oh baby
As the chorus then hit Meghan and her dancers were already on the verge of wanting to stop and
have a water break. Though the lights in the arena were dim it didn't make the place any less
hotter. Or maybe it was just them. Meghan went through the motions concentrating more on the
dance movements then her actual singing. She'd worry about that at the rehearsal before the
show tomorrow.
Just a touch like that
Brings me to life
I've been dead
But you're casting spells
So I'll rub you boy, feel it now, all the way to the ground
I've gained composure now, but that's not the case when you...
Touch like that
And lure me to you
Please don't stop
I'll explore this land
Feel it inside, grasp the scent, memorize the flavors
Let's make it all night long
We've got something goin on
Touch like that
The Junkie XL remix rendition of her single ' Touch Like That ' had finally come to an end.
Scattered applause echoed from the crew and others lingering around and Meghan was thankful
that it was finally over. That was more than two and a half hours of dancing around well spent.
Especially with a choreographer like Wade Robson.
" Well done everyone." Wade commended. None of the dancers were really listening as groans
and chatter followed while going off in seperate directions.
" Great Job Meghan."
Meghan lolled her head from side to side and gave him a tired smile. " Thanks Wade." She
pulled him into a hug. " Oh, and I'm sorry about snapping on you earlier. It's just that you were
being a real jackass." She spoke which made them both chuckle.
She was never one to sugar coat the truth.
He rubbed her arm. " I was wasn't I?" He chortled when she gave him a look. " Well apology
accepted even though you really didn't need to. That's just how I work. Guess I should change it
up huh? I'm starting to think that your dancers aren't to fond of me."
Meghan swiped the perspiration off her neck with her mini towel. " Don't worry. You'll break in
soon enough." She sent him a crooked grin.
They made idle chatter until Shannon made her appearance infront of the two. Meghan accepted
another embrace from Wade and Shannon waited until he was gone to speak.
" What's up?" Meghan questioned gathering up the strands of her hair and wrapping it into a
sloppy bun. Her chest was a light shade of pink from all of the perspiring that she had been
doing.
Shannon lent her her Vitamin water and Meghan took a generous sip. " There's a situation going
on inside of your dressing room so we are going to have to relocate you into another one."
Shannon explained.
Meghan listened as they made their way around the backstage area. The stage had to be cleared
because in just a few moments the shows secret guest was set to rehearse. The buzz around the
arena was endless. Everyone was wanting to be in the know about who the secret performer was.
The arena was set to be closed off to all persons but the one's who did know were not willing to
spill the beans.
" My dressing room?" Meghan repeated. She crinkled her brow. " Well what's going on? Is
everything ok?" It was then that she noticed Shannon carting her purse on her shoulder.
Shannon dispersed Meghan's worry. " I'm sure everything is fine. It's something about a leak
coming through the air conditioning vents. Security just wants to be catious and make sure it's
not a gas leak or something along those lines so they want to check it out before sending you
back in there."
Meghan noticed that Shannon was taking her to another side of the backstage area where she
didn't even know they had dressing rooms. They stopped infront of a white door.
" Safety precautions." Shannon supplied as she opened the door. Meghan stepped inside and
surveyed her surroundings. It was nice to say the least. The usual star status material.
Meghan noticed a few items placed on the ground near a tiny table that held a lamp. " But wait, I
think someone is already in this room. Are you sure that I'm in the right room?"
Shannon eyed the jakcet and backpack. " Oh, it's ok. Probably belongs to one of the crew
members or something. Don't worry about it." She made her way back toward the door. She
curtly left Meghan's purse on the vanity table near the door. " But listen, I need to get back over
there. If you need anything then there will be a guard posted right outside the door so just let him
know. Until then, I wont be gone long. Maybe ten to twenty minutes so just relax and chill out
ok?"
" Alright." Meghan had no other choice but to agree. She smiled at Shannon who returned the
gesture and quickly she found herself alone.
She aimlessly observed the many details before crossing the room where a table sat with all
kinds of junk food, candy, and various treats.
" Someone is not a healthy eater." She commented when her eyes landed on a single platter of
Asian salad. " So sad."
She half chuckled and opted to munch on a slice of cucumber. She was satisfied with the taste so
she opted for another one when she heard distinct voices outside of the door.
She didn't care to much about them and went ahead and picked at the salad some more.
The door then opened and she soon heard a male voice. " Excuse me, do I know you?"
Meghan dropped the crouton in her hand and wiped her fingers on a napkin. Just as she turned
round to politely explain herself her orbs bugged out of her head and she ceased in movement.
" Meghan?" Justin with slow steps entered the room while the door closed behind him.
All Meghan could do was cock a single brow. " You have got to be kidding me."
Justin raised a brow of his own. He fixed his mouth to speak but that was a no go as Meghan
then pushed past him and toward the door. She pulled it open and was instantly met with the
guard that she was told was going to be there.
" Is everything alright Ms. Carter?"
She looked to him then over his shoulder into the hall. " Yeah, is there anyway that I can
exchange rooms?"
He shook his head. " Under strict orders I was told to keep you here. Is there a problem?"
She chewed on her inner lip. " More like an emergency. Could you please radio my aunt or
Shannon and tell them that I would like to speak with them Asap?"
The man obliged and retrieved his talkie from his belt. " Um, that won't be necessary. I believe
that she's overreacting at the moment so just give us a minute and I'll calm her down."
Meghan whipped around to find Justin standing directly behind her. She stared up at him with
dismay but he opted to ignore her glare.
" Um, excuse me but I don't ever remember inviting you into this conversation." She fired at him.
Justin sent the guard a look and reassured him that everything was ok. The guard stared at them
both with bewildered etched upon his features.
Justin cupped her elbow and led her back inside the dressing room. " Excuse us." He directed at
the man then disappeared behind the door.
Meghan snatched her elbow from his grasp. " What do you think that you are doing? Who gave
you the permission to even come in here?"
Justin stared at her as if she should have already known. " This is my room I'll have you know."
" Yes it is and because of that fact, I will be getting the hell out of here." She was quick to side
step him when all of a sudden a wave of nausea over came her entire body. " Please move out of
my way." She demanded pushing the feeling aside. Unconsiously she relieved the itch she felt
creeping on her arm.
Justin was silent but observed her closely. His gaze was not one of wanting to just scoop her into
his arms and kiss her until she agreed to take him back but of other reasons.
A tell tale sign of redness began to appear along her neck line and the color in her cheeks were
beginning to drain out.
" Why are you staring at me like that? Will you please remove yourself out of my path way?"
She bit but her tone didn't sound as harsh. It came off more weakly then either he or she
expected.
He catiously placed his hand on her forearm. He sceptically took her in from head to toe. The
redness had spread from her neck onto both of her arms.
" Come here."
Against her wishes Meghan reluntantly let him led her toward the couch. For some reason
unbeknowst to her, a dizzying effect began to take over and her vision was becoming slighly
clouded. He sat her down on the cushion but opted to crouch infront of her.
" When did it get so freaking hot in here?" She questioned in a softer tone. Her voice was even
unrecognizable to her own person.
Justin placed both of his hands on her arms and gave her a gentle squeeze. Concern was detailed
all over his features as Meghan began to feverishly run her nails across her wrist. It took him a
moment but the signs and symptoms were becoming all to clear to him. He identified the redness
on her form as warnings of a rash.
" Meghan, I think you might be breaking out." He strongly informed her.
She made a sound as if to say that that couldn't be possible. " Justin, I would know if I were
breaking out or not. Even if that were the case I still need to get out of here. Now move." Her
attitude was back full force but her body language said otherwise.
Justin kept a strong grip on her when she moved to stand but instead her legs had all of a sudden
weakened and she fell back.
It was then that a red alert went off in his head. She was having an allergic reaction but the
question was to what?
His eyes darted around the room in search of any and everything that could have set off the
reaction but found nothing until his eyes averted to the food table.
Justin tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and moved his face closer to hers so that
he could hold her gaze. " Meghan I need to know. Did you eat anything of the food from that
table while you were in here?"
Meghan was now feeling a strong need to empty her stomach contents all over the ground. She
shook her head as she recounted the thought.
" I had... I had.... um, a few cucumbers and that was it." She revealed placing her fingers to her
temple in hopes for the room to stop spinning.
Justin affectionately rubbed her thigh through her sweats. He crossed the room and took a bottle
of water from the cooler and placed it in her hand. " Here. Drink this and I'll be right back."
Meghan did as requested while Justin rounded the couch for the table. His eyes immediatly set
on the salad and with a fork provided he began to sift through it. It was then that he discovered
bits of red onions scattered at the bottom.
Fuck. The onions must have seaked onto the cucumbers in which Meghan must have
accidentally devoured. Meghan was highly allergic to red onions and Justin knew that it would
only be a matter of time that she would need to be rushed to the hospital for some medication.
It was when Justin heard a gasp did he rush back over to her. He was crouched infront of her
again and held onto her hand.
" Meghan." He called her name in an attempt to regain her attention. He noticed her eyelids
begin to flutter and that just made him further worried. " Meghan, I think we might need to take
you to the emergency room. There were red onions in the salad and I think you might have eaten
one by accident. Meghan?"
Meghan remained silent as her breath became shallow in her throat and her vision was extremely
blurred. She could faintly make out the sounds of someone calling her name but she was
restrained from responding.
It was then that world around her fell black.
Justin hovered over her as he situated her so that she was lying on the couch. " Meghan. Meghan,
sweetie can you hear me? Meghan." He gently patted her cheek and cupped her jaw awaiting for
a response.
When he got none that's when he hollered out to the guard in the hall.
" Tim! Get in here!" It wasn't a second that the large man bursted into the room. He looked to
Meghan then to a frantic Justin.
" Get an ambulance now! She's having an allergic reaction!"
Tim needed no further explanation and was on his talkie alerting the entire security circle to call
for an ambulance for Meghan. " She's unconscious and we need medical in here right now!
Over."
Justin smoothed his hand down the side of her face as his hand held onto her other one. He once
again began to lightly pat both sides of her face.
" Come on Meghan wake up. Open those eyes for me Meghan. Come on wake up."
Song Credit: ' Touch Like That ' BOA Kwan
* Authors Note* Message To All Of You Lovely Readers by Koralin_Timberlake
Author's Notes:
:), Thank you for taking the time out to read this. I appreciate it. Beth
Ok, first off I want to begin by just saying.....this sucks. Lol, alright, now that I got that out there,
I might as well begin my long drawn out message that I don't want to write, but I'm going to
anyway. It seems that as of recently I have been bitten by this terrible little insect that I like to
call ' writers block'. I don't know when or how it happened, but that little sucker has
unfortunately claimed me as one of it's victims and apparently the case is serious because these
last couple of weeks or should I say this last month has been.....insane. I figure that it must be the
stresses of work, school, and all of this other stuff that I've been dealing with, but whatever the
cause is, like my brain is having some weird malfunctioning problem. Ha ha, yeah that's the
word for it. But yea, just attempting to finish a chapter or even begin one is proving to be a real
pain in the butt at the moment. So far I have only managed to update a chapter on two stories.
Newlyweds and This Is My Story, and still then I'm having issues just trying to complete them.
The rest of my stories.....eh, I don't even know. So to cure myself of this so called ' writers block
' phase that I'm going through, I decided that a little vacation out of town for a couple of weeks
will do me some good I guess. Refreash my mind and maybe revive some of those dead brain
cells up there. :) So to all who have been reading and also reviewing all of the stories, I just want
to give you all one big hearty thanks and hugs all around, but sadly um, I don't even want to go
and call it a hiatus because it's definately not even close to that, I guess I'll just say that my
stories will just be sitting pretty on the shelf until I come back. So yea, I should hurry and wrap
this up before I ramble on and on and bore you people to death.
So to end this I'll just say expect some fresh new updates soon, ( hopefully, I can get it together
by then ) and another very, very, very big thank to all of you readers!! This site is really nothing
without all of it's members, readers and authors!! :) Ok, I'm done. Off to go pack.
- Beth.
Track 13: Sunday Morning Rain Is Falling ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
Author's Notes:
Wow, an update, I know. Lol. Slowly breaking from my writers
block and this vacation has been wonderful. :) This chapter, eh, I
don't know, I don't think I like it too much but hey, it's something.
Hope you enjoy. :) Reviews are nice too. ( hint, hint ) Lol.
" Ok, Meghan, can you tilt your head back for me just a tiny bit?"
Her mouth wide open, Meghan lifted her chin upward and bent her head back. Her eyes casted
upward and she glanced at the ceiling momentarily.
" That's perfect, sweet heart. I'm only going to take a few seconds ok? I just want to observe your
glands one more time."
Meghan found a tender comfortness in her doctor's soothing tone. He placed a wooden tounge
depresser into her mouth and was careful not to shove it too far down the back of her mouth.
With his mini flash light, he observed her tonsils, and glands, then moments later removed his
materials from her mouth and informed her that it was ok that she close her mouth again.
" Give it to me straight Doc. Just tell me now that I won't be able to sing anymore and I'll try my
best to hold back my tears as you leave."
Dr. Shiloh's white gloves snapped loudly as the man in his mid forty's slipped them off and
discarded them inside of his black medicine purse. To Meghan it looked like one of those heavy
bags that those magicans tote around with bunnies and doves hiding inside.
Dr. Shiloh smiled warmly at his patient. The girl could be down with the flu and still, her spirit
would never falter.
" If I were to tell you that, then that would make me a liar. You of all people should know that I
am not one to be untruthful to my patients."
He caught the skeptical stare being sent his way and chuckled. Zipping up his bag he set it down
onto coffee table and sat down beside it. " Now, don't give me that look. I was just kidding with
you when I said that you were going to need surgery that last time." He conveyed, slipping off
his thin glasses to tuck them into his coat pocket.
Meghan sounded with an ' Mmhmm' and narrowed her eyes on him while securing her purple
fluff blanket around her body a bit more. She was sitting crosslegged on the sofa before him.
" I'm still holding that against you, you know. Everytime that I get cold, your words seem to
come back to haunt me like a bad dream. It's a wonder why I haven't had a check up in over four
months."
Meghan was refrained from sharing a laugh with him. Her voice had become horse and her
throat still felt a tiny bit sore. But on top of her pale features and slight headache, she felt fine.
" Oh, you're done already?" Meghan's aunt Debra just entered the door and she looked to Dr.
Shiloh with the same concern in her eyes that she acquired last night. " How is she Dr. Shiloh?
Does it look too bad? Did you already tell her about the prospect that she might not be able to
perform anymore?"
Like auntie, like, niece. Underneath all of her worry and concern still lied her humorous nature.
Debra smoothed her hand over Meghan's head and seated herself in the cushion next to her.
" She's perfectly fine Debra." He kindly assured her. " I checked her vitals and inspected her
throat and everything seems to be in working order. So to answer both of your worries..." He
fixed his gray orbs on Meghan with a nod. " Yes, you can still sing those pretty little notes that
you do so well."
Meghan pretended to frown at the good news until her aunt lightly bumped her side with her
elbow. She brightened. " Thank you Dr. Shiloh." She graced.
" You're very welcome my dear." He responded, leaning forward to place a small peck on her
warming forehead. " Just remember to take your medicine every six hours and drink as much
fluids as you can. Tea with a drop honey will work fine as well."
Meghan nodded in the affirmative and Debra stood along with Meghan's doctor of fifteen years
now and embraced him in a hug. " I just want to say thank you again for flying out here on such
short notice. It must have been such a hassle and-"
Dr. Shiloh waved his head. " Please Debra, it was no problem at all. If Meghan is ever in trouble,
I don't care whether it is day or night, just call on me and I will surely be right on my way. You
all have been like family to me. Doesn't matter if I have to fly half way round the world, when
I'm needed, I'm going to be there."
Meghan beamed up at him and he winked at her. Debra looked to be as if she were on the verge
of tears. " Thank you soo very much Dr. Shiloh. Let me walk you to the door." She offered.
He nodded and lifted his bag. He directed his finger at Meghan. " Feel better ok. And get plenty
of rest. No singing today for you."
" Music to my ears." She joked aside. He shook his head with dismay and offered her another
peck, but this time on her cheek.
Meghan glanced over her shoulder at her aunt and doctor making their way toward the door.
They were speaking of something of the other that she found not to be of interest so she faced
foward and let her eyes wander toward the windows.
Outside, the rain was pouring hard and the weather had dropped in tempature, making it more
chillier than need be. Meghan was dreading it all. Snuggled underneath a blanket and mountains
of pillows, Meghan decided to confine herself on the living room sofa with the televison, a few
books, and her medication.
After last night's dilemma, she had been rushed to the nearest emergency room and treated
within a couple of hours. Her stay at the hospital was meant to be an overnight one but Meghan
highly refused. She despised hospitals. It's been a fear that she had never been able to succomb to
ever since she was little. The doctors strongly advised her that if she were to stay it would be
much better for her but Meghan was not swayed. That was when her aunt dialed Dr. Shiloh all
the way from Los Angeles and asked him to fly out to see her. Hours later, Meghan had been
released only to have Dr. Shiloh care for her all through the night until this morning.
Spoiled? Not in the least bit.
Coughing, though it pained her much, Meghan fell into the pillows and buried herself in until she
was comfortably lying on her side with her blanket pulled all the way up to her neck. She
resembled a small child who had fallen victim to a fever. She held her stuffed white teddy
against her breast and focused on the television playing in low volume.
" Dr, Shiloh is a godsend. You are so lucky to be under his care, honey." Her aunt praised,
entering the room once more. She stood behind the couch and peered down at her niece.
Meghan softly grunted.
Debra reached down to delicately stroke her hair. " You feelin ok there, Meg Mcmuffin?" You
gave us all quite a scare last night at the arena."
Meghan grunted again. More so at the sound of her nickname.
" You need anything while I'm here? You want me to phone down for some chicken soup?"
Debra tucked a strand of Meghan's hair away when she recieved another grunt followed by a low
croak. " I'll take that as a ' no ' then." She smiled and looked to the television briefly. Cartoons.
Just like Meghan.
" Well, since you seem to be okay over here, I'm going to head to my suite across the hall and
finish with a few calls. I'll have Shannon with me and Dav will be coming to join you shortly
alright. I'll be in to check up on you later ok?"
When she got no response she bent over to place a kiss on the top of her head. " I know I know,
Unh." Meghan chuckled after her aunt perfected the grunt precisely well. She heard the door
close for the second time that morning and sighed.
Snuggling deeper into herself, she intently watched the coyote chase the road runner across the
screen.
Debra, softly pulled the door closed when she heard her name being called down the hall. She
turned round thinking that it was Dav, but was a bit surprised to find Justin marching toward her.
" Justin, um hello. What, what are you doing here? I thought that you were checked into the
Hyatt?"
Justin came to a stop a few inches away from the refreshingly young blonde. She was only four
years older then him at thirty five. But unlike Meghan, Debra had no ill fated feeling toward
Justin. She mostly felt disappointment for him and at him. She absolutely felt that he was the
perfect husband for her niece. Funny how people change so vastly.
Justin curled a hand over the back of his neck and the other at his side. " Yeah, I am. I just... I
just wanted to come over and see if she was ok." They both looked to the door before he fixed
his eyes on her. " How is she doing?"
Debra nodded. " She's fine. Just resting right now."
" That's good." He breathed. " I'm relieved to hear that."
Debra stepped aside and gestured toward the door. " Would you like to step inside and see her?"
Justin was enlightened but a bit hesitant. " Are you sure that that would be ok? I mean, I don't
want her-"
" It's fine. If it wasn't for you being there last night, we don't know what would have happened.
Justin you practically saved my niece's life. It's more than ok with me if you want to go in and
talk with her."
It may have been ok with her but he wasn't to positive about Meghan.
He took her offer anyway. " Um, sure. Yeah, that would be nice."
She set her hand on the door and told him to hold on. She opened the door wide and gently called
inside. " Megz, honey you have a visitor waiting to see you. You think you feel up to it?"
When she recieved another grunt, but much stronger this time she smiled and motioned for Justin
to enter inside. Justin stepped in then mouthed the words ' thank you'. She smiled and softly
closed the door, leaving the two alone.
Meghan stuck her hand out of her blanket and reached down for her bottle of Apple Juice when
she all of a sudden inhaled the scent of Paul Gautier cologne. It was soft and strangely calmed
her senses. She didn't need to sit up to figure who it was. She already knew.
" If you're just going to stand there the entire time, I don't mind, but do you think you can keep it
down?"
Justin had been a bit fidgety since he entered inside and his William Rast Jacket rustled in
reaction.
" My bad, I'm mean, sorry." He apologized and walked around the couch to sit on the loveseat at
her left adjacent to where she lay. She finally came into his view but he couldn't see much. She
was literally drowning underneath her blanket and pillows.
" You're ok." She mumbled keeping her eyes transfixed on the television ahead rather than at
him. She set her juice on the floor.
Neither seemed to have a problem with the silence fallen upon them, so it remained that way.
While Justin was contemplating on a way to get them both to begin speaking, he was interrupted
by a sudden giggle. Sounded more like a strained gargle but it was a giggle nonetheless.
He followed her gaze toward the television where the coyote had just happened to be trapped
underneath an anvil and the roadrunner had escaped down the road with his signature, Meep
Meep.
" That never gets old." She voiced quietly.
He grinned sideways but it faltered when he looked to her. From the small distraction he hadn't
noticed that she had sat up and was staring him dead in the face.
" Why are you here?"
Could she have caught him anymore off guard? But he quickly recovered.
" Because, I wanted to see how you were doing." He stated the obvious." After last night, I got
really worried and-"
Meghan shook her head.
" No, Justin." She tapped her fingers against her forehead and shut her eyes before her headache
ached on any further. She sighed a heavy one then aimed her dreary eyes past his head. " That's
not what I meant."
He was more concerned with why she all of a sudden was avoiding looking at him than what she
was actually saying until he dwelled on it for a second.
She wasn't searching for the answer he supplied her with. Her question was based with a whole
nother meaning behind it.
He picked up on it. " We need to talk." He spoke as straight foward as possible.
Meghan didn't miss a beat. " Talk? Talk about what?"
He sat back against the seat and interlocked his fingers with a simple shrug. " Us." He was going
to try and play it cool.
" Us? As in......me and you?" Before he could respond and explain his position she continued. "
Well, there really isn't any use for that conversation because there is no ' us '. Justin gave her a
nod to insure her that he was listening. " Now seriously, why are you here?" She questioned.
More like demanded.
Justin decided not to respond and instead licked his lips and stretched his long legs out infront of
him. Meghan immediately picked up on the gesture. She knew exactly what is what that he was
doing. This was his way of telling her that his first initial answer that he had given her was the
one that he was going to stick with.
But in her case, she felt that his reply of ' us ' was not one that applied to the both of them
anymore so he might as well should just start heading to the door because there was obviously
nothing that the two had to talk about.
Now it was just another unforgiving silence that had fallen upon the room again. That was until
her cell phone rattled on the coffee table.
Justin, under the tense situation, preserved his calm, collected demeanor and fixed his eyes on
the television so it seemed as if he wasn't listenting in on her conversation with whoever was on
the other line.
Meghan on the other hand, the thought to call Big Dav and just have him escort Justin from her
room had approached her but she abstained against doing so. She just merely hated the guy but in
no means did he serve as a potential threat to her, or anyone for that matter.
Eh, she'd deal with it her own way. If she ignored him long enough that she was positive that he
would just leave on his own. But with her knowing him the way she did, she highly doubted that
that would happen.
" Hello?" She greeted.
Meghan's gloom toned regained some of it's bounce the moment she heard his voice. The instant
his voice hit her ears it was filled with concern and tenderness. It seemed that some how J.C. had
found out about her ordeal early this morning and Meghan had been reassuring him that she was
fine and in good health. It's amazing how fast news can travel these days.
" Don't worry, I'll be fine. There is no need for you to jet from San Francisco all the way over
here. I'm not going to die." She humored. " The doctor says that I'm one hundred percent ok."
After spending a good fifteen minutes convincing J.C. that it would be useless to book a flight
under less than important conditions, she had eventually calmed his racing senses enough to
where he was positive that she was good and well. But just the simple fact that he missed seeing
her face and holding her hand was enough reason for him to want to jump on the first flight to
Ireland.
Meghan smiled softly as he began to profess how much he missed her since the last time that
they had seen each other which happened to be one month ago. A small ' miss you too' from her
and a few more words than him, the two seperated with gracious goodbyes and Meghan's phone
had found itself back onto the table.
Meghan inhaled a pleased breath but slowly released it when Justin posed a question at her. She
had momentarily forget that he was even there.
" How is he doing?" He asserted with a tone of interest. He made it seem as if he was only caring
about the man's well being rather that seem as if he were prying for personal information.
" How is she doing?" Meghan fired back. It was he that wanted to go there.
" I wouldn't know." He seen her brow lift. " It's over."
" Hmmmm." She hummed. " How did that come about?"
Another shrug. " I just........realized that she and I, eventually in the long run, wouldn't have
worked out. So I ended it."
" Hmph, I could have told you that." She mumbled, falling into silence. " So, is that what
happened to your face?"
The injury he'd sustained from the hands of Cameron was still evident on the right side of his
cheek but it wasn't as bad as it had been previous. The swelling was almost invisible and the
redness was replaced with a light bluish, purplish color. Meghan had first noticed it back at the
arena last night but at the moment in being so caught up in trying to get rid of him, she hadn't
really the chance to point it out to him. Not that she cared anyway.
His hand reached up and grazed his cheek and he slightly chuckled. " Oh, yea, kinda."
She nodded and removed herself from the couch. " You really know how to pick them don't
you." She murmured, returning from her bedroom with a small pink tube she retrieved from her
make up bag.
He examined it with curiosity after she tossed it in his lap.
" Vitamin K Cream Solution?"
" It'll help with the discoloration." She pointed at it. " If you use it correctly than your cheek
should be back to it's normal tone in a few short days."
He shook his head and tossed it back. It landed on the cushion next to her. " Thanks, but I'll be
fine."
" Ok." She asserted. " If you want to travel around looking like Scarface all day then, that's your
prerogative."
He sent her a look which she returned with an innocent shrug. " Alright, give it here."
Squeezing out a tiny drop of the white product on the tip of his finger, Meghan shook her head
watching him barely apply the cream onto his cheek. She dropped the remote in her hand and
moved over to him.
" That's not how you do it. You never objected to having your entire face painted with concealer
but your afraid of what a little cream might do to you." Squeezing out a wealthy portion into his
palm, Justin stared blankly at the glob then at her.
" Where am I supposed to put all of this?" He questioned.
" Where else?" She countered.
" This is too much. I'm not going to rub this gunk all over my face. For all I know it could irritate
my skin. I'm not taking any chances with this stuff." Meghan rolled her eyes. " I have to perform
tonight and I'm better off with some cover up."
Swiping her fingers across his palm, she gripped his jaw and tilted his head to the left, massaging
the cream where it was needed. With her index and middle finger, she rubbed small circles
around his cheek. Justin fell quiet as she did this, inhaling the scent of her peach aroma and her
breath that smelled of Apple Juice and throat Lozenges as she took steady breaths while
concentrating on the task at hand.
" There." She breathed. " All done. That wasn't so bad now was it?"
" It kind of was." He joked aside. Her reaction was to roll her eyes again.
As he watched her suanter back to the sofa, leaving him with the cream, the sudden urge to just
reach out and pull her into his lap only grew stronger with each passing second that went by. The
moment her fingers grazed his face it began to feel like old times where she would often get fed
up with his complaining and take over by forcing things upon him just like what she did just
now.
He missed that alot. Her missed her alot.
" Well consider it as we're even."
Her voice broke his thoughts and he gave her an unsure expression. " What?"
" Consider us even." She repeated. " You saved me last night and I returned the favor. You saved
my life, I saved your face."
He was completely lost. " How does you putting cream on my face constitute with me actually
saving your life?"
She shrugged only to lay back in her previous position under the covers. " Honestly, I have no
clue. It must be the medicine talkin."
This caused him to look at her funny then chuckled. She chuckled also and for the first time in a
long time, they shared a genuine laugh. Together.
A knock at the door removed her from her spot. Justin offered to answer it but she refused.
Turning the handle, she was met with Dav on the other side switching off his talkie.
" Hey babygirl, I just came by to check up on you. Is everything good? Are you ok? Need
anything?"
Meghan shook her head and smiled at the burly man. " I'm fine, you don't need to get me
anything. I'm officially putting you off duty for the rest of the day. You work too hard. Take a
break and also pass the word along to Kelly."
He shrugged which caused her to snicker. Rarely did he ever give in that easy. She usually had to
shout at him to take just a five minute break. Seems like today must be an 'off ' day for everyone.
Case in point, she and Justin actually seemed to be getting along. Well, more like she being civil
to him, but it was all the same thing.
" Ok, but only for an hour though and I'll be right back to check on you."
She knew that him actually listening to her was too good to be true. Well, it was fun while it
lasted.
" Alright, I'll leave you alone now."
" Yeah, right." She laughed and reached up to hug him. Dav embraced her with his usual bear
hug when he peeked inside of her room to find Justin on the couch. Justin wearily smiled at the
man in which he crinkled his brow and his demeanor hardened.
Meghan caught his expression and furrowed her brow. " What? What is it, what's wrong?"
Dav pulled her closer to him so that she was slightly out in the hall with him.
" What is he doing in there? Is he bothering you? Do you want me to get rid of him for you?"
When he began to crack his knuckles, Meghan raised a comical brow and rubbed his forearm. "
Just say the word Meg, and he is gone."
" Dav, it's ok. I'm fine." She looked over her shoulder in which Dav was glaring inside at him
and pulled the door closed slightly. " He can stay."
Dav then sharply fixed his gaze on her. " Are you sure about that? I mean..."
Meghan cut him off when she nodded. Biting down on her lip, she looked off to the side as if she
were contemplating her decision before nodding once again to confirm it.
" Yeah, I'm sure."
Dav was hesitant but could do nothing to change her mind being that it wasn't in his position to
do so anyway. Though the fatherly instincts he had over her told him to barge in there and toss
the boy from the balcony, he was going to refrain from doing so. " Ok, I'll be in my room then.
Call me if you need anything."
" I will, thanks." A kiss upon the cheek and another embrace, Meghan watched him bumble
down the hall into his room before staring over her shoulder at her door and entering inside.
She grinned shortly at him and Justin looked to the door where Dav just stood.
" I'm guessing that he doesn't like me too much."
Meghan plopped down on top of her blanket instead of snuggling under it. The sudden laughter
that erupted from her lips made him smile. With her eyes focused on the television, he thought
for a second that she wasn't going to even answer his question when she reached down below
and took hold of her Apple Juice. She held it against her lips and mumbled loud enough for him
to hear.
" Not one bit."
Track 14: Final Bow ( You Desert Me, Baby Boy ) by Koralin_Timberlake
Author's Notes:
I created this chapter so spur of the moment. After I heard the song
used in it, I couldn't help but create what I think would be a proper
video for it. Well, in other words, enjoy. And another thing,
reviews have been sooooooooooooo great. I truly appreciate them
all. Next chapter following the last should be in the next few days.
Kay, I'm done. :)
Stomping out her cigarette on the ground with the heel of her stiletto, Meghan fitted in an elegant
satin baby blue gown, sipped some red champagne out of the flute that she carted in her right
hand. Alone in the back alley of a Jazz nightclub, her back is to the wall as she basks in her own
thoughts underneath the stars and the moon glowing in the sky. Down the far end of the alley in
the streets, cars honk their horns and headlights shine bright as traffic moves slowly due to the
nights congested traffic. The weather outside is frigid and a wisp of cold air and a mixture of
smoke passes through her lips of red as she lights up another cigarette.
Next to her are a stack of wooden wine crates where a white fur coat made of sheep skin lies
ontop of them. Meghan's to be exact. She takes another drag of her smoke at the same time
warming her insides as faint chatter floats from the front of the club around to the back alley.
Meghan turns her head to the left, the direction of where the voices were coming from. In the
distance, the sidewalks were filled with men and women moving about as they exited their
vehicles with the help of valet services, entering inside the club, all anxious for the night's lounge
performer.
Cutting around the corner of the building, infront, a red carpet is laid out on the ground as men
and women of wealth and a small portion of middle class society file their way inside the double
doors of the front entrance. Women link their arms with their male counter parts and some opt to
carry on on their lonesomes, smiling curty, though a few a bit snobbish, being graciosuly
escorted inside. The street ahead is filled with cars manuvering their way from lane to lane and
the sidewalk where benches and light posts are lined, newspapers and other miscellaneous trash,
scatter the ground, blowing softly along in the wind. Light's illuminating from the club spark
brightly, lighting up a general part of the city. Above the club holds a sign that reads: Meghan '
One Night Only ' in black with dozens of tiny yellow lightbulbs cascading in a square.
A newspaper being harshly pushed against the wind across the ground, stops before the opening
of the alley and lays perfectly on the ground face up. Panning closer, in black print the top reads
New York Times and centered below the headline is a black and white photo of the lounge
singer covered in a white sheet from head to toe, being wheeled into the back of an ambulance.
' Lounge Singer Takes Final Bow '
" Hey doll, it's time. The crowd's starting to get restless." One of her band members opened the
door and peeped his head outside. He was fitted in a black pinstriped suit complete with a
matching hat.
Meghan nodded but her gaze kept transfixed on the brick wall ahead. " Give me five more
minutes, Joe."
Stepping out, Joe glanced over his shoulder as voices inside began to rise. " Doll, you don't have
five minutes. They're waiting for you in there. Don't you hear them?"
" I hear them Joe," She somewhat snapped. " But can't you see that I'm a bit busy? Jeez, just give
me five minutes and then I'll be ready. Tell the band to start playing a song or something. That
should hold them over in there." She murmured with another sip of her champagne.
Their dialouge was spoken with somewhat of a Manhattan twang laced in between.
Joe stepped off the small step and over to her. He snatched the cigarette, stained with red lipstick
from her mouth. Meghan glared up at him as he brought it to his own lips.
" What if that doesn't work? What if they start asking for their money back, and you know they
will. You know how demanding and uptight these bougiere folks can be."
Meghan took hold of her cig from his fingers and rolled her eyes. Purposefully blowing the
smoke into his face, Joe slightly coughed and waved his hand infront of his nose.
She smirked with a shrug. " I don't care. Give them their money back, I certainly don't need it. I
have millions remember. They can keep their little dollars for all I care. Bunch of worthless
fucks anyhow." She grumbled. " As a matter of fact, go back in there and tell them that I said
they can all go fuck themselves." She bit.
Joe chuckled at her but she remained serious opting to rest her back against the wall behind her.
Stealing her cig once more, he took a drag then this time instead of giving it back to her, he
flicked it on the ground and stomped it out.
Meghan glared at him with irritance. " What did you go and do that for? That was my last one."
She then began to search through her clutch that lied atop her coat but he snatched it from her.
She snatched it back and again, he chuckled.
" You really have changed haven't you, doll?" He commented, caching his hands into his
pockets.
Failing in finding another smoke, Meghan huffed and flung the clutch on the ground in a puddle
of left over rain water. " What the hell are you flapping about? Changed how?"
His fingers toyed with a strand of her perftecly styled hair that rested on one side of her shoulder.
" Well, ever since you left what's his face, you've become so bitter and.....one of them in there. I
mean, it's not like he was the only one at fault you know."
Meghan eyed him as he took a step closer to her and bowed his head as he took a whiff of her
hair. He then skimmed his finger along her jawline and cupped her chin with his index finger and
thumb. " I vaguely remember you partaking in your own little affair also." He smiled and ran his
thumb over her bottom lip. " I bet he doesn't know about that one, does he?" He spoke lowly
before crashing his lips onto hers.
Meghan recoiled and pushed him back. He stumbled but quickly caught himself. Wiping her
mouth with the back of her hand, her red lipstick smeared, now ruined and she eyed him with
distate.
" Fuck you, Joe. That was a long time ago and a big mistake at that. I would have never slept
with you if I would have known back then what I know now. You're a sleaze Joe. A good for
nothing sleaze. And the only reason why I even let you touch me was because I was vulnerable.
Desperate and vulnerable...."
" Oh really," He cocked a brow. " What about all those times that you snuck into my hotel room
before you even found out that Mr. Man of yours was skating around on you?"
" I never-"
Meghan fixed her mouth to refute whatever it was that he was going to say but clamped her
mouth shut. Glaring into his eyes, Joe gave her an arrogant smirk as he awaited her response.
When she gave him none, he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and smoothed his knuckles where
his lips had been.
" Maybe you should reconsider who those lyrics that you seem to write so well are really about,
huh?" He told her, moving past her toward the door. " Now c'mon, they're waiting."
He held the door open and held his hand out for her.
Tossing her champagne flute aside, it shattered on the ground as she slipped on her fur coat and
shot him with an ice cold glare before rejecting his hand and brushing past him inside.
As the door came to a slow close, Meghan walked in the direction of where her vanity table was
located and sat herself in the high chair provided. Harshly rummaging the cosmetics scattered on
the table, she swiped a napkin lying in a crumpled heap and wiped away her lipstick while
reapplying a fresh coat. In the background, a small tinkering noise what sounded like the high
notes of a child's music box came into play.
Soon after, her movements began to slow down. Staring straight into the mirror, her appearance
began to transform into that of a lounge singer of the 20's era with her hair now styled in the
likes of Marilyn Monroe. Her outfit remained the same but everything around her had morphed
also. Removing herself from the table, Meghan slipped off her coat and dropped it on a couch in
her dressing area before stepping out and making her way toward the front of the small private
stage.
Passing by Joe who held the deep purple curtain open for her, she relunctanly accepted the kiss
upon the cheek as she emerged on the stage and he moved over to the black grand piano
positioned on the side of the stage.
Staring out into the audience, round tables were set up with glasses of champagne set for each of
the persons eagerly awaiting the singers prescene. It was all silent as Meghan situated herself in
the lone stool behind the mic stand. A member from her band appeared from the side and
removed the stand leaving her with the mic before he disappeared behind the curtains again.
Crossing her leg over the other, her thigh exposed from the long slit cut in her dress and she
fixed her posture so that she were sitting up straight.
Panning over her form as she stared out into the distance as well as panning over the entire room
and it's guests, the lights in the room then dimmed to a lower stance and without a single word or
introduction, she began to sing as all eyes in the room stayed glued on her silouhette.
Everyday, I'm in a daze
Looking for that someone
And everyday, I sit and kneel and pray
Oh, sweet love, can I get some
The songs beat had a very mellow kind of bluesy tone to it. Joe sat behind the piano and played
the simple keys that went along with melody that he and Meghan were producing and as this
continued, the screen pans over to the left of the stage and into a different setting.
Opening up to a boudoir located in a pent house on the top floor, Meghan in a rose garter panty
and bra set, her sheer robe hangs open as she emerges from the double doors into the living
quarters. Headed toward the sofa area, she looks ahead as Joe enters the door of her hotel room.
He shrugs off his coat and gives it a light shake from the rain water and tosses it aside. Going for
the glass of alcohol set on a platter on a table in the middle of the room, Meghan drinks from the
rim and ignores his prescence with a roll of her orbs as Joe comes up from behind and skims his
fingers down her arm before securing his arms around her waist, toying with the material of her
panties connected to her hips.
So why do you desert me, baby boy
I need your love right now
Wordlessly removing herself from his grasp, he lets her wander away from him as he tips off his
hat and sets in on the back of the couch. Undoing his tie, he slid the article across his neck and
placed it next to his hat while he undid the buttons to his dress shirt, leaving them open to reveal
his well defined chest hidden underneath a wife beater.
Headed for the bathroom, Joe passes a look her way as she sits on the side of the bed staring
down a telephone. With a shake of his head, he enters inside the bathroom and Meghan turned
her head in time to see him close the door shut.
And if you desert me, baby boy
Don't you leave me in your crowd
Unh, yea, yea, yea
Now with the phone pressed against her ear, she patiently waits until the other end picks up.
When it's clear that she is speaking with said person, the melody in the background remains but
is lowered considerably so that the conversation could be heard. Mainly her side, but it's evident
by her sour mood that the conversation does not seem to be going well.
" Hey baby, what time are you gonna get home?.......oh, really?" With a frown and a sigh, she
fiddles with the buttons on the base of the phone before sniffling and staring off ahead with her
head tilted to the sky as she glances upward momentarily.
" Alright, well, I'll......see you later, then." Her back is to the bathroom door as Joe steps out and
is staring at her form. " Oh wait, would you mind getting me some um......" She pauses with her
head bowed as he already knows what she asks of him. " Yeah, when you come home. Yeah,
that's it."
With sad eyes, she tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear as she prepares to end the short lived
conversation. " Ok, I love you too, bye."
Hanging up the phone, Meghan pulls away from Joe as he crawls onto the bed behind her and
caresses her neck with his lips. Stepping out onto the small balcony, she over looks the city and
the tall buildings all around. Letting the night wind blow past her face, she moves closer to the
railing and grips the bar lightly.
" You know," A voice appeared at her side. " I don't even know why you take the time to bother
with him. It's obvious that you know just exactly where he is and what he's doing. It's like, he's
not even attempting to hide it from you anymore."
She stared at the side of his smooth but stubbled face as he gazed upon the city down below.
" You don't know what you are talking about. I know him, ok. He would never do that to me. He
loves me." She spoke, though it seemed that she was saying it more to herself.
" Does he love you?" Joe inquired.
Meghan kept her tone calm and soft. " Yes, Joe he does. He loves me and I very much him."
She heard him sigh then chuckle lowly to himself. A small table with two chairs on either side,
Joe made his way over to it and seated himself in the chair farthest from where she stood. " Don't
be so naive, doll. You know just as well as I do that you're not even sure of it yourself. Why kid
yourself? Why are you so wanting to believe and hold on to something or someone that is not
even there?"
She smiled, refusing to give him her attention. " You don't know what you're talking about so
just, leave it all alone Joe." She repeated.
Licking his lips, he crossed his ankle over his knee and interlocked his fingers in his lap. " He
doesn't love you doll. I'm telling you, he doesn't want you anymore."
Meghan blocked out his words and his entire prescene as she studied a single star that she seen
glimmering in the sky. Occasional loud honking of vehicles from down below floated high above
to where she stood.
" Why do you think that he's out with her right now instead of coming home to be with you?"
Meghan chewed her inner lip and willed her eyes closed as she exhaled a silent breath, " You
don't know that."
" I do. I do know that, and so do you. It's time to stop fooling yourself, doll."
Meghan heard him rustle in the back and felt his warm heat radiate from his body as he stood
behind her and placed his hands onto her shoulders with a gentle squeeze. " Face it doll, it's over.
He doesn't love you anymore. There is no use in hanging on anymore when the thread is already
broken."
Meghan was fed up with him at this point and whipped around to face him. Her eyes bore into
his. " Stop saying that! Are you trying to convince me of it? You're not around when he's around
Joe. You're never there when he tells me he loves me, ok. You're not. And that's why I'm damn
sure that he does loves me because he let's me know that he does everyday."
" Is that right, doll?" He was unconvinced
" Yeah, that's right." She quickly retorted.
Joe was quiet, then took a step back, folding his arms across his chest. " Then why exactly are
you here with me, instead of with him?"
His question had defeated her. She had no answer to that. Why was she here with him and not
her actual lover? There was only one reason to that and even though she knew what exactly that
reason was, she wasn't strong enough to voice it. She didn't want to believe, but sooner or later,
she was going to have to.
" You need to stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong and mind your business, Joe." She
spoke lowly.
On her way past him, she felt a grip on her wrist and pivoted on her heels as he moved closer to
her. His eyes darted back and forth into her's and he shook his head.
" Doll, you are my business."
His words were left to linger in the air as she wordlessly removed her wrist from his embrace and
entered into her bedroom.
Oh, oh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhh, oh, oh
Finding herself alone in her dressing area at one of her many shows, her performance had come
to an end minutes before. Seated at her vanity table, she began to remove the pins that kept her
hair in place as she smiled in the mirror at her makeup artist who momentarily stepped from the
room. Massaging her scalp with her fingers, Meghan let out a pleasured sigh as she stood and
slipped on the gray silk robe provided for her on the sofa. Spending a few minutes in making
herself a bit more comfortable, she crossed the room to close her door fully and lock it. Moments
later, she found herself at her vanity once more staring down a line of white powder. A mini shot
glass of alcohol, Jack to be more specific at her side, she glowers longingly at the magical dust
before plugging one of her nostrils with her finger, bending her head down, and it's only from the
mirror that she is seen with her head bowed but it's all too obvious that she has partaken in an
illegal activity.
Ohhh, oh, oh
Harmonizing into the mic, the camera captures the audience who seem captivated by the starlet
before switching back to the dressing room where a very intoxicated Meghan, wipes at her nose
with a constant sniff before gulping another shot of Jack. She looks a bedraggled mess as she
stares at her reflection in the mirror, mascara staining her cheeks black, and her eyes puffy and
pink. A small photo that clung on the side of the mirror, Meghan gently takes the picture in
between her fingers. A lone tear that slid from her cheek landed on the paper, instantly
dampening it. Deciding to trash the photo, the cig that she had lit earlier found it's way ontop of
the photo burning a hole into it before it becomes devoured in flames and formed into a black
ashes.
Oh, oh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhh, oh, oh
Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhhh
A single light shining on only one part of the stage, Meghan is highlighted as she holds the mic
with a firm grip and moves into the next verse with a slow passion. From afar, Joe looked up
from his skilled playing and directed his eyes onto her form. His head bobbed slowly to the
sound that she set and from his own perspective, he could visibl see all of the heartache emanate
from her insides and into the mic.
Someday, when you see my face
You will think that you have won
Inebriated, and highly likely to cause a danger to herself, Joe and Meghan seem to be in a heated
battle as he chucks the bottle that she had been feening from all night against the wall and it
breaks to her dismay. Tired of her irresponsible actions it seems, her bloody nose is a result of
him accidentally striking her with his hand after she and him engaged in a brief scuffle when she
threatened with an attempt to throw him out of her room.
"This ends right here, doll. I'm not going to sit around and watch you drink yourself into
oblivion. You're killing yourself doll." He shouted roughly.
Meghan carried over to the bar set up in the corner of the room." If you don't want to watch me '
kill ' myself," She spat fierce venom, reaching over the bar counter for another alcoholic
beverage. She held the glass in her hand with a firm grip and faced him, wisps of her bangs
fallen over her eyes. " Then why don't you go and gather all of your shit, and hit the road. Leave
me the hell alone." She spoke that last part to herself.
Joe approached her and reached for the drink but she turned away so he wasn't able to. " No, get
away from me."
" Give me the glass, doll." He reprimanded with another attempt.
This time she shoved him back with her hand to his chest and stumbled her way across the room.
" I said No, Joe. Get out of my room."
Thinking she was a safe distance away from him, standing behind a large porcelin Siberian tiger
artifact, she swayed uncontrollably to and fro.
Joe was on the brink of becoming irate. He was concerned for her safety at the moment and
concerned of the person, the alcoholic, that she had turned into in the matter of a few short
months.
" Meg, this is enough." He demanded, now using her full name. " Don't you see what is
happening to you? How you're letting all of this nonsense affect you like this?"
She snarled a low chuckle. " You call my husband sleeping around with some two bit street
whore ' nonsense'?" She greedily slurped her alcohol then smiled viciously at him. " You want to
know something Joe?" She didn't wait for his response. " Fuck you." She coiled slowly.
Down to his boiling point, he stomped across the room before she could even blink and the two
began a tug of war over the glass in her hand.
" Let it go!" She hollered in his face, her breath nearly cindering his brows from his face.
Refusing to let go, she and Joe stumbled around the room and nearly tripped over the rug that lay
on the ground.
" Doll, stop it! You're going to end up hurting yourself! Just give me the glass!"
" No!"
Edging closer and closer to a small glass coffee table located at the end of the sofa, Meghan had
her back faced towards it as Joe advanced closer to her, struggling to release the glass from her
hand. Finally, her fingers slipped and she lost grip, sending her crashing into the table, shattering
the glass.
" Oh my god, doll, are you alright?" Joe rushed to her side and was about to kneel down when
her bare foot collided with his chest and she kicked him away.
" No, get away from me, don't touch me!"
" But doll, you're bleeding. Let me just see where-"
Lifting the 1 pound figurine lying next to her on the carpet among shards of glass, Joe ducked his
head out of the way when she threw it and it went crashing into the wall. " Get out of here!" She
wailed.
Joe stood to his feet and peered down at her with dismay. " If this is how you want things to be
then, fine! Drown in your sorrows all alone then. Better yet, why don't you just do like all of
those other ones out there and pick up the blade."
His words did nothing to sting her as the slam of the door echoed off the walls and he was gone.
Now, alone on the floor in only a robe, hot tears stream down her face and chin as she ran her
hand through her hair. A bloody mess with pieces of glass stuck to her skin and blood dripping
from her nose onto her clothing, Meghan eventually rose from the ground unstable and unable to
see through her blurred vision, she ambled into the bathroom, falling against the door on her way
in, and bumbled toward the sink. Switching on the faucet, leaving blood stains everywhere, she
observed herself in the mirror. Sliding open the drawer on her left side, she reached for a pair of
sharp scissors. Taking a lock of her hair into her fingers, she snipped away a few strands and
watched them flutter to the ground. Soon, more and more hair fluttered onto the ground until she
surveyed herself in the mirror once more and her shoulder length perfect blonde hair was now a
short, messy, uneven bob that barely reached her collarbone.
And someday, when It's all away
Our love just begun
Her eyes closed, Meghan blocked out all persons in the room as she delved into her own piece of
mind, away from all reality, though she still sang her words in a manner in which all who were
there felt her pain and also all who hadn't known, know now. From the audience view, the starlet
was just a lit candle as her beauty glowed throughout the night.
A women who looked to be twice the age of Meghan's quietly leaned toward her male partner
and whispered something to which he nodded and surely passed the word along. Not long were
all of the tables buzzing with whispers and praises all complimenting the incredible display she
was currently putting on. The camera then panned back over to the stage before delving into
another scene.
So why did you desert me, baby boy
I thought that you, you were the one
Trails of hair and blood led to the oval shaped tub in which Meghan, still in her robe lay with her
head rested against the back of the marble, surrounded by water that had turned pink from the
mixture of blood seeping from her cuts and bruises all over. She peacefully closes her eyes as the
effects begin to take over. Her arms dangling from either side of the tub, drops of blood fall to
the floor in a pattern. Her right fist clenched tightly, soon her body begins to relax and her fist
loosen up to the point that a single silver razor blade tumbles onto the cold tile floor. Sinking into
the water, Meghan is completely submerged under the water as bubbles rise to the surface.
Returning from the elevator, Joe takes slow steps down the hall until he ends up at her door.
Unlocked, he pushes it open and advances into the room of pure chaos. Broken glass, items
flipped over, vases shattered, the scent of alcohol, he shakes his head sadly and looks to the
ground where Meghan had been only to find the broken remains of the table and a deep spot of
red.
" Doll?" He called out tenderly. " Doll, where are you?"
He traveled and checked every room in the lavish penthouse but found no sight of her. He had
yet to check the bathroom and was on his way there.
" Doll? Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean all of those things that I said earlier." Outside of the door,
he dropped his head and leaned against it. " I really didn't. Can we just try and work things out? I
don't want us to end this way. It's not right. All I want is for you to hear me out for just a couple
of minutes. Doll?"
He gently rapped on the door with his knuckles when he heard no movement or response. His
brow furrowed when the door creaked open at the contact and then horror set through his body at
the sight.
" Doll!!" Quickly tearing off his jacket, Joe jumped into the tub and switched off the water over
flowing the tub. Reaching into the water, he grabbed hold of her by her arms then cradled his
hand around her head as he positioned her limp body in the best sitting position that he could.
Blue lips, and her skin white as snow, he gripped her jaw with his hand tightly and shook her
roughly. " Shit, no! How could I let this happen? No! Doll, wake up! Wake up for me doll, wake
up!!"
His attempts proved futile and his cries went unheard. Holding her body against his chest with all
his might, her head lolled back as he cried into her shoulder. " Doll, no, come back to me. Come
back to me baby, come back."
It was then as he wailed hysterically did his eyes catch a glimmer of silver and he located the
bloody razor blade on the floor. Snapping his eyes shut, he fell into the tub and laid her body
against his, holding her tight never wanting to let go as his words from earlier then came back to
him full force.
Joe stood to his feet and peered down at her with dismay. " If this is how you want things to be
then, fine! Drown in your sorrows all alone then. Better yet, why don't you just do like all of
those other ones out there and pick up the blade."
Joe smiled at Meghan with pure tenderness from behind his piano as she sat there underneath the
stage light beaming like an angel from above. Gently peeping her eyes open, Meghan observed
her surroundings and even opted to smile at the faces calmed by her soothing voice. Lowering
the mic slightly, her eyes drew shut once more as she sung the last of the lyrics and she and Joe
brought the song and performance to a heart felt close. Inhaling a silent breath, Meghan then
stood as the colorful audience stood to their feet gratefully with generous applause. Meghan took
a bow and fixed her eyes on Joe who sat back and marveled at her. Winking in his direction, she
them smiled shyly at the crowd and remained standing.
So if you preferred the, other one
She won't bring you the sun
Fading from the lounge, outside, a newspaper being pushed against the wind lands face up on the
sidewalk. Below the headline is a photo of the lounge singer covered in a white sheet from head
to toe, being wheeled into the back of an ambulance. Photogs, ambulance and on lookers stand
just outside of the lavish hotel as medical travel away with the body while police calm the yellow
caution taped scene. The headline read:
' Lounge Singer Takes Final Bow '
Song Credit: ' Unknown' Britney Spears
Track 15: Scandal Is A 7 Letter Word ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
Author's Notes:
Gasp, an update. ( Lol ) Um, I would say more but I'm tired and
this chap has been keeping me up all kinds of nights. I hope you all
enjoy it though :) Reviews are amazing as usual though. So here
you are. :) Night!
( On Locaton, Denver Colorado )
Production Set; Ideal Guy
" You sure you've done this sort of thing before? I mean, no offense but.... you're kind of looking
a little wobbly over there."
" Who me? Nah, I've been skating plenty of times. It's just these skates. I think the blade on my
left foot might be a little loose."
James stomped his foot against the concrete ground repeatedly, observing the sliver blade on his
skate that tilted slightly. Mumbling an incoherent profanity, Alyson stood by and looked on with
almost concerned eyes.
A party of four teenagers moved around his form that was currently blocking the entrance into
the rink. Not fazed by the light brush against his shoulder from the young man stepping past him,
his concentration remained on the loose blade. Stamping his foot onto the ground again but with
a bit more force, the silver blade, to his content, remained in place.
" Hmph, there we go." He conceeded with a sure nod. Casting his gaze unto the girl at his side,
he gave her a smirk for her benefit. " Stupid rentals. The price you pay for is what you get, I
guess. Five dollars really says it all." He cracked, jiggling his leg for that main purpose. " So,
what are still standing here for? Let's hit the ice."
" Um," Alyson stalled. " Are you sure you don't want to go back and replace those with another
pair? Perhaps, one with the blade intact?" She fell into step at his side, placing her hand on his
arm to keep his stumbling form steady. " Looks like that one could fall off at any given
moment."
He made a noise with his lips that told her not to worry. " Don't worry, it's not going to." He
assured, stomping one last time as they came to the entrance of the rink. His arms gripped the
walls at his side that stood tall at his waist. " I'm pretty sure I jammed this sucker good enough
that it will stay on."
Moving his arm so that she could brush past him, Alyson glided onto the ice. Spinning round so
that she were facing him, her hands went to her white beenie on her head and adjusted it so that it
were more snug.
" I think I can even feel it cutting through my heel on the inside." He clowned in between a light
chuckle.
Alyson's features remained skeptical. " Ok." She relented. " If you're sure but, there's still time to
get them exchanged." She gestured toward the rental booth with her hand but dropped it at her
side when he shook his head with the same refusal noise as earlier.
" Really it's no big deal. I can twirl around in these perfectly fine." He boasted though he still
hadn't yet actually stepped onto the glossy ice. Testing the cold floor, he glid one foot back and
forth. " See... look at that. In just a few minutes I will be dancing all around this entire rink like
Michelle Kwan."
Floating backwards, Alyson skated closer toward him when she seen him get ready to enter. Her
first instinct was to attempt to stop him from setting foot in but observing his foot work, he
seemed to be getting along just as he said he was.
To her surprise, he even perfected a circle. A sloppy one but a circle nonetheless. When he
finished he raised his arms out on either side triumphantly.
" Tada! I'm still standing." He chessed. " See, absolutely nothing to worry about."
With nothing left to do but purse her lips and shrug, a highly amused giggle fell from her lips as
she watched him hobble his way before her.
" I guess you proved me wrong, Michelle." She joked.
Fitted in all winter attire; sweaters and gloves, the rink was full to it's capacity with kids, teens,
and adults of all ages enjoying themselves on the frigid after noon. Bodies soared off the ground
as others jumped and twirled their way around the circular block of ice while others mingled near
the walls, snapping photos of their loved ones or just simply enjoying small cups of hot coffee on
the nearby park benches.
A young girl around the age of four or five, happily scattered pieces of her cotton candy onto the
ground where a flock of pigeons instantly pecked at the sweet confection. Her mother or baby
sitter chatted on a cell phone and at the same time bent down to acclaim the rattle that the infant
boy in the stroller next to her must have dropped. Quieting the baby with his toy, she cast her
eyes on the girl aiming towards a tree and called her back over.
" Well, there is a lesson learned for you. You should never underestimate me. I'm
underestimatable."
Her features were humored. " Underestimatable?" She scoffed through a chortle. " We need to go
and buy you a thesaurus. Christmas is coming soon so I'll mark it on my calender just incase I
forget."
" No need." He spoke, skating circles around her. " It's all up here." He confirmed with a tap to
his temple.
She let him continue to drive her dizzy and skate around her. " Much must not be going on in
there then." She commented when she felt his arms tackle her waist and spin her round.
Gasping as she almost slipped and fell, she balanced herself before that could happen. His hands
extended towards her with a cunning grin on his lips.
" All of this talking you're doing is getting us nowhere. Now, I don't know about you but I came
here to skate."
His brows were lifted upon waiting for her reaction or response. Alyson held out for a moment
before slipping her gloved hands into his and laughing as he pulled her along while he
manuvered backwards.
" Lead the way."
Cold air blew from her lips into the air as she coasted along the ice as if she had been doing it for
years. James followed suit but was troubled at times keeping up with her fast pace. Laughter
erupted from the both of them as well as on lookers as he performed a series of twirls and things
to which a few ended with him on his back.
" You're really bad at that." She teased, sailing along. " Maybe Michelle Kwan wouldn't mind
giving you a few pointers on your technique."
Slowing down to slow her breath from another round of snickers, she slowed to a stop and
extended her hand as he truobled to regain his footing. " Or lack thereof."
He latched on and pulled himself to a stand. " Well sorry ' skating idol '. Not all of us have been
skating since the day we were born like you. Most normal people, like me, were still trying to
distinguish or fingers from our toes."
She offered him a playful swirl of her orbs." Looks like you never found out how to do that
either." She insulted as her voice faded away. Her eyes were glued on his and she smiled at the
glare sent her way.
He feigned a stunned expression. " Ohhhhh, ok. No, you're going to get it." He nodded the
thought furiously. " Yeah, you are. C'mere." He motioned her over with his finger which only
caused her to move faster around the ice and soon the chase was in session.
" Oh, sorry." He apologized after bumping into a girl who ended up spinning onto the ground. He
looked back at her for a second and shouted out another apology before focusing on Alyson
ahead.
" James, stop. You're going to end up hurting someone." She cried in between laughter,
repeatedly glancing over her shoulder to find him hot on her tail.
Knocking out a group of small children and sending a man crashing into the wall which ended up
with him flipping over and kicking another person's pretzel wrapped in a napkin from their
hands, James shook his head and scrunched his face at the disaster." Too late."
Mayhem ensued the rink as the both of them manuvered their way around the rink, occasionally
bumping a person or two, or in his case, a dozen.
" You're going to get us both hurt then." She warned. " I'm sorry, ok? I take back what I said,
now will you stop." She pleaded.
It fell on deaf ears as he contiuned to run after her. " You can't take it back. The damage has
already been done. I'm sure Dr. Hathaway would love to hear about this one."
Dr. Hathaway was the name of the therapist that he claimed he was seeing when he and Alyson
were first introduced. It was a joke that hadn't boded over well with her in the beginning. She
really did think that he had some mental issues going on but he promised that it was all a good
natured joke.
" Whoa, shit." He exclaimed.
Alyson glanced over her shoulder at him quickly. He was recovering after almost taking a fall. "
I'm telling you man..."
His footing slipped due to his blade becoming loose once more but he dismissed it. Instead he
sped up once he noticed that she began to slow down to make sure that he was ok. Using this
advantage his arms grazed the back of her sweater to which she squealed and sped up but was
too late.
" Not quick enough now are we?" He taunted, securing his arms around her waist.
Her arms instinctively grasped onto his forearms to maintain both of their balances. She
eventually apologized after he relentlessly probed her on doing so.
" Alright you win." She surrendered, attempting to move out of his grasp. " Now, can you please
let me go before we both end up breaking our asses? I don't want to take any chances with you."
He made an accusing noise. " You just keep going don't you." She felt him shake his head with
faux disappointment and his grip then located her slim hips where he held firmly. " Well, all I
can say is that you better hold on."
She gasped, feeling his fingers dent into her skin and her feet begin to rise off of the floor. Slight
concern and terror filled her eyes. " Aahhh, wait... no.... James don-" She stammered.
Heads swiveled curiously in their directions. It was as if he were attemtping to pull off a stunt
seen in olympic shows on television. Only difference was that they were actually trained
professionals.
His strong muscles had her completely in the air now. Her pleas for him to put her down safely
on the ground still went unheard as he spoke with confidence that she was in protective care. He
spoke of having performed this stunt with a childhood friend of his back when they were teens.
fifteen to be exact.
His hearty chuckle filled her ears as he spun a circle with her. " It's ok. I'm not going to drop you.
Calm down. I'm completel- whoa!"
Unexpectedly his foot began to wobble uncontrollably as the blade on his skate snapped and glid
somewhere down the ice. Quickly, his hold on her hips loosened sending them both toppling
hard onto the ice. Falling onto his back, her weight landed ontop of his body and her hands flew
to the ground to protect herself from diving face first into the ice, though her head did bump
against the ground.
" CUT!" A voice then hollered. It echoed loudly in the open park area and quickly all movement
ceased.
A small groan escaped Ashton's throat as he sat up and moved closer to Meghan to help in sitting
her up also.
" You ok?" He inquired with concern and a hint of amusement.
She soft chuckled and mumbled a ' yeah ' though her fingers tended to the spot on her temple
where she came in contact with the ice. " Thanks for breaking my fall though." She mused.
After returning the question if he was the one ok, Ashton settled her worries and spoke that he
was fine. " All in a days work." He beamed. " I think you took a small beating there when you hit
the ice." He addressed, seeing as she repeatedly rubbed her forehead. " Lemme see."
" Yeah." She winced when his fingers gently grazed the abrasion. Near by, a camera snapped
away pictures of the entire scene. Reloading his film, a photographer fitted in plain clothes
blended in with the crowd that had formed earlier on in the day to watch the filming of the
production and to get a glimpse at the star casted set. A metal barricade was set up by security
feet away from the set so that there would be no disturbances.
Movement on the set came to a slow halt as production crew and on set medical attendees skitted
onto the ice in protective shoes, rushing to tend to the fallen two. The fall was in the script and
panned out perfectly except for the moment when she crashed head first. Initially she was
supposed to fall directly onto Ashton, into his chest, but he happened to let go to soon which
threw her off guard and screwed her landing. Extra's on the set stood by and looked on while
others skated off the ice to the demand of the director to have the ice cleared.
" Hey," A voice neared. " You both ok?"
Director, Jacob Duchombe bounded toward them with his cap on his head, headphones around
his neck and a megaphone in his hand. Crew and medics were already on the scene aiding them
off the ground onto their feet. Ashton voiced his well being but informed that Meghan was the
one in need of attention as her forehead suffered a small cut.
" It's fine really. Just a tiny nick. I'm sure I'm not going to need a cat scan or anything like that."
She passed.
" How about you go and rest in your trailer for awhile? I'll can call for an hour break and you can
rest up before we shoot the next scene. Passing out on the set definately will not look good on
either of us."
Meghan squinted her eyes once she felt the effects of the alcohol pad sting her head slightly. Just
a bit of blood dripped from the cut just below her hairline and a female medic at her side
carefully cleaned and tended the wound.
" Oh, I really don't want that. Yeah, it would be better for the both of us if I just slipped into a
coma in my trailer where no one will see me." She spat sarcastically. " Way to show compassion
there, Jacob. Like really, I feel so much better knowing that you care so much."
A small butterfly stitch bandaid was attached to her head. Sliding her finger over it afterwards,
Meghan joined in on their chuckles.
" I'm sorry." He told her. She responded with a playfull glare. " But, are you sure that you aren't
hurt or anything?" He expressed his true concern for her, examining the bandaid for himself.
She dismissed with a flick of her wrist. " All in a day's work. I'm fine." She informed, quoting
her co-star's words from moments ago. " Right Ashton?"
" Exactly Meghan." He cooed. Pulling her closer to himself her lugged his arm over her
shoulder. " This is a fierce ass chick right here. Nothing can break this one." He beamed at their
direction.
Jacob agreed. " Well then, if you both are ok and if everything's fine then let's get a move on
shall we."
Leading them off the ice, Meghan latched onto Ashton's hand as they shuffled toward the exit
doors of the rink conversing mirthfully with one another.
" Ashton!!! I love you!! Ashton you are so hott!!!"
" Ashton!!!"
A brunette stationed behind the barricade repeatedly shouted at the actor, furiously waving to
gather his attention. She succeeded and squealed dramatically as he politely waved back and
grinned.
Meghan lent him a questionable gaze. He caught it and returned with a boyish grin. " What? I
told you. It's all in a days work."
She declined to respond to his sudden arrogance and just carried along with him.
They were nearing the production tent where they would proceed to remove their skates and get
prepared to head back to their trailers. Jacob shouted orders through his megaphone for a set
change. " Ok everyone. Moving onto another location. Let's get everything set before we start to
lose all of our light."
Relaying her goodbyes with actress Jennie Garth who played the role of her older sister in the
film, Meghan waved her off as Jennie relocated farther down the parking lot where her trailer
was located among the thirteen that were there.
Traveling up the steps of her own, Meghan turned the handle which she kept unlock and entered
inside the fully furnished area only to find it empty of any occupants.
" Shann?" She called.
Removing the rolled up script tucked inside the backpocket of her jeans, she abandoned them on
the coffee table before the couch and headed toward the back in search for her missing assistant
figuring that she must have fallen asleep on the single bed. She had been up since four in the
morning along side Meghan. Production ran at five which while Meghan had been behind the
camera a majority of the day, Shannon had been performing her tasks as P.A., scheduling,
confirming, and setting up appointments for the girl.
" Hmmm." Meghan sounded, returning to the main area. " Where'd she go?" She murmured
quietly.
Ambling toward the fridge she spotted her cell phone resting atop the counter. It blinked
repeatedly displaying that she had a message waiting. Picking out a banana from the fruit bin,
she lifted the phone with her hand and flipped it open to find a message left on there from
Shannon. It read that she had to step out for a moment and that she would be right back. It didn't
disclose a location of where she was but that she would appear in close to five minutes.
" I guess." Meghan spoke, not knowing what else to do or say. Bouncing her shoulder she carted
the phone along with her toward the back where she was in search of her bag.
" Knock, knock. Anyone home?" Though already inside, Ashton rapped his knuckles along the
door panel to secure his prescence.
" I'm in here. I'll be right out."
She emerged seconds later with a cheekfull of banana. She smiled at the sight of her co-star. "
Hey, what's up?"
Advancing further inside, he spotted the couch and planted himself in it. " Not much. Just wanted
to come by and see how you were doing. I don't know.....hang out for a minute."
Meghan was on the end of the couch as he was on the one adjacent. She stared him dead on. "
Demi left the set early didn't she?"
He dropped his head and released a chortle. " An hour ago." After her ' Ahhh ' he was quick to
explain himself. " But that isn't why I came over here. I really wanted to come by and have a chat
or something. Is that so wrong?"
His mock offensive demeanor elicited a chuckle out of her. " I'm just messing around. You're
welcomed to my trailer anytime you want, man."
Upon recieving that bit of information he settled himself into her couch as if he were in his own,
bouncing his tush into the cushions." I like this couch. I need to request one. "
" Just, don't get too comfortable and don't touch any of my stuff." She added. Following her mild
threat he assumed his position on the couch like before and surrendered his hands in the air.
" Duly noted." He stated. Discarding her banana peel in the waste basket near the fridge, she
bounded toward her seat again this time pulling her legs up and tossing one of the couch pillows
in his direction.
" So tell me..." She started with a cheery breath. " What does Kutch have planned for these next
three days that we have off? Hoping to get some of that family time in huh?" She inquired.
He flipped the pillow in the air quietly before letting it fall in his lap, grinning lazily.. His arms
went on either side of the couch and his head fell back with a loud sigh.
" Something along those lines." He crossed his ankle over his thigh. He observed the space of her
trailer. " Scout is having her graduation ceremony happening tomorrow in Palm Springs and I--"
" From the university? Meghan interjected. " Oh, I didn't know that the semester was already
over."
He nodded. " Yeah, two weeks ago. Tomorrow it's all caps and gown for her."
" That's great." She beamed. " Tell her I said congrats."
He wrinkled his nose. " Not a chance but...." Her expression fell to which he snickered. " I'm just
fucking with you, I will. But yeah, it's her graduation and then Tallulah's high school graduation
a day after that, and lastly, day three belongs to me and Demi. Just me, her, Tahiti, and hopefuly
an entire night locked in a bungalow on the beach butt naked in the bed." He finished with a
crooked grin.
" You just had to didn't you?" She inquired, her face contorted with disgust. He shrugged
passively.
" What about you, miss innocent? What does old Mary Sunshine have written down in her
calender. Nights at home in front of the televison with her favorite Danielle Steel romance
novels?"
She was not amused.
" Only on the weekends." She retorted smartly." I am though, going to that T- Mobile Sidekick
Event tomorrow night. And then after that, Jive is having another annual label party happening in
New York that you know all the cool people are going to attend except for you." She simpered. "
Cause you're not cool and then after that it's spend the night in my bedroom all hugged up with
Daniel Steel and a bottle of Jack."
" You little party animal you." He spoke boredly. " I knew you had a kinky side that no one must
have known about."
She quietly raised her right hand. " Guilty." She pledged.
Enjoying the company of one another for a moment longer, Shannon made her appearance at the
door and soon Ashton was on his way out recieving both hugs from each girls and a promise
from Meghan a card sent to the both of his step daughters. With the clock ticking and no time to
waste, Shannon reminded Meghan that the flight to Los Angeles was still awaiting the woman
and with the help of her temporary bodyguard, they were escorted from the set and to the airport
with just minutes to spare.
( 1 week later; Salt Lake City, Utah )
" I think that you should seriously just stick to singing from now on. As a matter of fact, I'd
advise you to."
Removing her thick goggles as well as her white beenie cap, Meghan poked her chin out of her
thick bomber jacket that had been zipped up to it's ending point.
Lugging her snowboard inside, she posted it against a nearby wooden beam and brushed off a
clump of snow away from her shoulder.
" Hey," She pouted." Go easy on me. I haven't snowboarded in like, a year. So, I'm a little rusty."
Tyler agreed with a snort. Posting his board next to hers, he started to slip off his snow gloves. "
Yeah. It shows."
He chuckled under his breath to which Meghan whined and discreetly told him to pick on
someone his own size.
" You're one to criticize people, Tyler. You were smacking into trees more than I've seen Tiger
Woods smacks golf balls. And that's a lot of balls."A voice entered belonging to the one named
Ambrina.
Following behind Ambrina, a friend of his, J.C. as well as, Jessica, Eva, Dominic and Blaine,
J.C. was last to enter the extravagant two story lodge cabin that the group had taken up for the
next few days. Closing the door behind himself, he shook off the fallen snow from his coat.
" And she's just putting that in lighter terms for you." He spoke, his board tucked under his arm."
But me, not so much. You looked competely hilarious out there. Atleast she made it past the
beginners slope."
Meghan smirked at Tyler after Ambrina and J.C. came to her defense ever so quickly. Her coat
now completely off, leaving her in a gray wool sweater, she gave him a triumphant stare. " I rest
my case. Thank you guys."
In response and playfully, he lightly tossed his cap in her direction. She caught it before it could
hit her in the face and threw it back at him.
" I see your ' comittee' seems to have a lot to say at the moment." He commented. He directed his
gaze on his brother and shamefully shook his head. " And you, my own brother. Such a traitor."
J.C. ruffled the young mans hair to which Tyler shrugged away the contact and disappeared
somewhere further into the next room which happened to be the kitchen. Dominic and James
followed suit as everyone else removed all of their gear and comfortably situated themselves
around the lodge.
" He'll get over it once he realizes that there is still some left over pizza in the fridge from last
night." J.C. stated.
Not a second later did Tyler stroll by with a content expression on his face and a slice of cheese
pizza aiming for his mouth. Into the den he went where he switched on the massive television.
On the screen was a college football game.
Nodding her head, Meghan pursed her lips with dismay. " Sad."
J.C.'s laugher floated into her ears as he dropped one on her cheek, retrieving her jacket in her
arms and made his way toward the coat closet.
Eva emerged from the den seconds later, aiming for the staircase. " I don't know about you guys
but, I'm ready to dump out of these clothes." She announced.
Meghan glanced down at her lunky snow pants and boots still attached to her bottom half.
" I'm right behind you." She conceeded.
Jessica as well ambled toward the steps and their boots clonked loudly against the wood as well
as left small water footprints lingering behind.
" I'm definately not cleaning that up." Ambrina declared upon noticing the mess on the steps.
Skipping the steps two and two until she made her way to the top, in the hall upstairs, downstairs
she heard J.C.'s faint voice filter aloud.
" Will you ladies please try and refrain from flooding the house with your shoes. I would
appreciate not having to foot the bill."
' Bequiet ' was the response he recieved which floated out of Meghan's open bedroom door that
she shared with Eva. Jessica and Ambrina shared the room three doors down, the boys room
further along down the hall.
" Who said that?" He demanded loudly.
Eva quietly snickered at Meghan through the bathroom mirror. Meghan was seated on her bed
removing the last of her boots and rolled her eyes at his booming voice.
" Who said that?" She mimicked, breaking into a mini grin.
She recieved a finger wag from Eva just as she rummaged her luggage for a shirt to wear.
" Terrible."
Meghan watched her strut around the room in her newly bought Karen Zambos baby doll dress
and sneered. Locating her earrings, she applied one to each ear when a flip flop sandal hit her
backside, courtesy of Meghan.
" You can bequiet too." Slipping on a yellow Primrose wrap cardigan over her white tank
complimenting her knee length skirt, she bumped Eva over with her hip as she acclaimed a
rubberband off the dresser and wrapped her hair in a pony.
" Wouldn't you say that it's a bit too cold outside for that dress?"
Swooping her bangs over her forehead, Eva crinkled her nose at what she deemed an absurd
question.
" When is it ever too cold for beauty?" She inquired replacing her necklace with a beaded one. "
You have so much to learn about fashion, honey. Don't worry though, all in due time."
Meghan eyed the woman next to her. " Right." She spoke unsurly. Eva laughed at her when she
turned her back with a shrug.
Entering the kitchen behind, Dominic, Jessica seen a familiar form peeking his head through the
fridge and subtley pinched his cheek with her finger.
J.C. shot up and snapped his head back. " Hey, hey, now. Not while everyone else is in the
room." He winked, tending to the stinging sensation left on his behind.
She laughed him off and rounded him so that she had access to the fridge. Acclaiming a Lipton
green tea bottle.
" I always knew that you were trouble Chasez." She stated with narrowed eyes. " Luckily
Meghan is just as bad. It's sickening how much you both deserve each other."
" Is someone green with envy?" He accused arrogantly.
She grunted. " Until the ends of the earth." Sarcasm dripped from her words and she offered him
an innocent gaze before rolling her orbs. In response he made a face at her and went to reach for
her bottle for a steal. She quickly turned her back on him so that he wasn't able to and his long
arms went around her shoulders as his front pressed her into the counter.
" Please, not while I'm in the room. Let's save it for the hot tub, huh children?"
Jessica finally escaped him and ambled toward safety, next to Meghan on the other side of the
island.
" See, I warned you didn't I?" She told her. Both women lowered their gaze on the him with mild
shakes of their heads.
J.C. surrendered his hands. " Okay, I get it. I'm the bad guy here but, can I just go on record and
say that in my defense, she was the one who initiated it? I only jump when I'm provoked. So
really, who's the the real one to blame here?"
He was met with blank stares. Finally, they cracked. Jessica's laughter echoed as she exited the
kitchen leaving the both of them alone.
Meghan pushed away from the counter and took hold of the freezer door. " Incredible." She
declared at him over her shoulder.
J.C. dropped his hands. " Hey, you can't blame a guy for trying."
" Actually I can." She countered, removing an ice cube from the tray. She popped it into her
mouth just as he rounded the island, planting his bottom on a stool infront of her.
" May I ask why?" Slumping his shoulders a bit, he stared up at her inquisitively.
Sucking on the cube, she tucked the ice inside of her mouth completely. " Nope." She mumbled,
slurping the water that threatened to spill from her lips. She wasn't as successful though because
she got a few drops on his forearm.
She covered her mouth and snickered as the rest of the ice finally melted inside of her mouth. "
I'm sorry." She got out.
J.C. turned up the corners of his lip and crinkled his nose in disgust. " That's gross, mami."
He got up to wash his arm off in the sink. Shutting off the faucet he tore a piece of napkin paper
from the roll and patted his arm dry. Luckily he wasn't wearing his watch.
Meghan ignored the dirty looks he was casting. " I said I was sorry. What else do you want from
me?" She spoke with exasperation.
Making a swish into the trash with the balled up napkin he folded an arm over his chest and the
other toyed with the small amount of hair on his chin. " Hmmm, that's a tough one sweet heart.
I'll have to get back to you on that."
" You do that. Until then, I'll be infront of the television." She perked already turning on her
heels when his voice halted her step.
" What's the rush for, Can you wait just a second? I wanna tell you something."
Meghan planted her hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side. " Ok. What?"
With his back against the counter, he casually imitated her actions, cocking his head to the side. "
I can't tell you if you're all the way over there."
She humored him and took a step forward. " Ok. Now, what?"
" No, closer."
Another step foward. " Yes?"
He shook his head. " Nope, a little closer."
She sighed and obliged. Any closer and she was going to find herself glued to his chest. "
Hmmm?"
Yet again he was not satisfied. He motioned his finger in a come hither motion and pointed at the
tile floor before him where he wanted her to stand.
Stalling, she slowly took the step and was inches from his form.
She smirked. " Ok, I'm here, now what? Why do you need me to be so close to the point that I
can literally get a glimpse of those baby nose hairs. What's on your mind?"
Slightly deterred by her comment, before she knew it, his arms had snaked around her waist and
loosely settled themselves on her lower back.
" Nothing. I just wanted to hug you that's all." He admitted into her hair.
Meghan felt her stomach flutter at his words. " You're such a dork. A cute, sweet one and that
but still, a dork." She asserted with a crooked grin.
He skimmed his fingers up her spinal cord and nuzzled his smooth cheek on the top of her head.
" Nice way of putting things, mami. Lovely ego booster."
Her voice was muffled by his neck but he caught bits and pieces of her mumblings. Her arms
found his middle and as serene as the moment was, it quickly fizzled when Ambrina filed into
the kitchen, bag and sunglasses in hand.
" Aww, how cute." She gushed, clapping her hand together. " Now, save some for later. Meghan
we're waiting on you."
Meghan spun around but was still catpive in his hold. J.C. took in Ambrina's appearance. " You
clean up nice. You look nice there, girly." She curtised in response.
" So, where are you ladies venturing out to today?"
" Nowhere really. I just need to pick up a few things for the premiere tonight. Lord knows that
I'm not trying to be seen in People Magazine wearing last weeks accessories. I need to update."
" Um, ok." He declared. " Hey, would you guys mind if I tagged along? I was lookin to get a new
tie anyway. Care for an extra traveler?"
" Of course not." She beamed. " The more the merrier. C'mon."
Meghan craned her neck to get a glimpse of him and cheesed. " Yes, my fellow. C'mon." She
gladly pulled him along behind her.
The pack of five casually strolling down the side walk, enjoying the fair breeze of the wind and
the light heat of the sun upon them, all of them toting Starbucks containers, small talk ensued as
Eva led them inside of their last destination, a boutique where they were immediately greeted
and serviced on the spot.
Meghan had her arm linked with Jessica's, observing the scented candles located on the south
side of the room, while Eva and J.C. conversed lightly and Ambrina ventured off towards the
back with the store owner in search of a scarf to her liking.
" I absolutely love coming up here whenever I get the chance." Meghan confessed, whiffing the
Kiwi Apple candle in her hand apprectiavely. " Just the atmosphere and the way things run so
smoothly around here.... I might even begin looking for a more permanent situation. I mean
really, a girl could get used to this."
Jessica inhaled the Pinecone scent of a soap bar carved like a chest nut and sighed. " Please, save
me an extra room."
Lingering around the boutique a moment longer, observing everything from soaps, perfumes,
bath beads, to shoes, hand gloves, jackets and sweaters, Ambrina rung herself up at the cashiers
desk as well as Jessica and Meghan who couldn't resist the candles and purchased a few small
boxes, shopping bags rustled in their hands as the five exited the store and set on the journey
back to Eva's car parked further down the street.
Paparazzi lurking behind, following their trail since having arrived in Salt Lake, the five casually
opted to ignore the stunning flashes popping off so close by, nearly blinding them from all sides.
Flashes and questions mostly being thrown at the yet to be official couple, J.C, quietly released
her hand so that she drifted inbetween Eva and Ambrina once their ride came into view.
Collecting the keys from Eva, he short smiled at the relentless photographers and disarmed the
locks on the door while on the other side of the car, Meghan politely asked one of them to step
aside who's camera was literally shoved in her face so that she could climb inside the back after
Jessica.
Buckled and safe, J.C. took off down the street. Ambrina in front, Meghan, Jessica and Eva in
the back, Jessica tucked her bags in between her legs on the floor as the clamor left behind
faintly echoed in the distance.
" So, still thinking about that permanent situation?" She questioned Meghan who glanced over
her shoulder at the vehicles now following them. She comfortably sat back and didn't hesitate for
a second.
" Definately. It doesn't get any better than that." She comically gestured at the scene behind
them.
Jessica nodded for sure. " Exactly."
Ambrina spoke up from her seat up front, the air from her rolled down window, blowing her hair
to and fro. " Hey, I'm calling up the others and telling them to meet us for lunch. Any
suggestions?" She questioned, already dialing on her cell.
" The Blue Iguana." Two voices simultaneously boasted.
J.C, caught Meghan's stare from the rear view and grinned.
Jessica cocked a brow at the sudden likeness, a bit weirded out. " Wow, you two really do
deserve each other."
" I'm not complaining." Came his reply over the radio.
Meghan retrieved her blackberry when it vibrated against her hip sgnaling she had a text. She
flipped it open to view it but not before responding. " Neither am I."
Red carpet, reporters, celebrities, designer as well as casual duds, personal questions, live
televised candid interviews, flashing and more flashing, J.C. assumed his composed demeanor,
often smiling and waving at the photogs behind the metal barricades, strolling along with one
hand cached into his pokcet. Fitted in a black long sleeved that complimented his form perfectly,
sleeves slightly rolled up on either side, midnight blue jeans with red stiching and a white belt
clung neatly to his lower half as fresh black and white sneakers adorned his feet. Topping off his
attire was the black and white patterned scarf wrapped around his neck. His mini faux hawk gave
him that added touch of sex appeal as his blue eyes gleamed under the lights.
Behind him stood a large poster display of a film titled ' Witness ' where he reserved the main
characater along side Dustin Hoffman and Ryan Gosling. The loud voices of the reporters were
deafening as various celebrities posed and strutted along the carpet. Conducting what seemed
like his hundreth in a matter on ten minutes, J.C. kept his fair distance away from the news
correspondant he was conversing with, but easily answered each question appropriately.
Displaying his pearly whites from time to time.
" Tell me J.C.," J.C. made a motion for the man to continue. " What was it like working
alongside Dustin Hoffman with such a demanding director like David Caruso filming from
behind the camera? It's been said that Caruso at times can be unmerciful when it comes to his
films. Was it difficult at all transitioning into the role of this emotionless...killer that you potray
when coming off from a movie like ' Post Hostage Effects ' filmed last year? I mean, how do you
go from being the victim to becoming the murderer?"
" Well...it was a definite challenge in the beginning. I think that I.." His eyes casually darted back
and forth between the chaos beside him and the reporter before him as he went into a detailed
explanation on how complex he found it to be when auditioning for both films when another
uproar further down the carpet escalated full force.
Meghan stepped onto the red carpet stunning casually in a Maroon Christopher Fischer
Cashmere sweater, fitted True Religion jeans and gold ballet flats. Her hair was let down from
her pony tail earlier in the day and straightened delicately. Displaying her signature smile, her
makeup was done lightly which accentuated her natual beauty even further. She also went light
on the jewelery opting for only a single red bangle bracelet and a silver chain necklace.
Being shouted and tugged at in every which direction, Meghan settled for a quick interview with
Shaun Robinson of Access Hollwood. Meghan exchanged a warm hug with the caramel beauty
before her and the interview went underway.
" Now you know that there is no way that I can't ask you these next few questions. It's the dirt
that we look for over here at Access."
" Oh, of course." Meghan exclaimed. " I think that I would be a little scared if you didn't. It's all
about that nitty gritty. That raunchy business, right?" Meghan entertained.
" Yeah, that raunchy business America." Shuan repeated with a look into the camera." That's
what we like to hear aint it?"
Meghan fixed her gaze into the lens as well. " Just want the dirt on all of us celebrites." She
comically added in.
Composing themselves after a brief laugh of their goofy actions, Shaun held her mic in between
them both and cleared her throat. " Ok, let's do this."
Meghan bobbed her head. " I'm ready. Give me all you got." She amused.
" Alright, but first off, I just want to congratulate you on the first leg of your tour coming to an
end. I'll admit that it was probably one of the hottest shows that I have been to this year.Woman,
you were really working it out this summer!"
The mic was now aimed at her for her response. " Aww, I do my best but thank you. The first
half was great and I really enjoyed getting to fly around the country and perform in crazy places
like India and Estonia. Just...unheard of places like that where I didn't even know my music
existed. I was kind of like' whoa ' are these countries even on the map and if so, where the hell
have I been? But yeah, It was all incredible and I can't wait until the second legs kicks off next
month."
Her theatrics brought on a chortle as Shuan drove into her next question.
" You don't even have to tell me twice. I have my tickets already on reserve. So while you have
this break inbetween all of your touring, do you have any plans or other projects that you're
working on? Like say follow in the foot steps of Usher who's already in the studio recording for
a new album only a month into his tour?"
They way she spoke it was as if she were saying that his whole idea was absurd.
" Crazy ain't he!" Meghan spoke widening her eyes." No, I can't be Usher. I think it's going to be
awhile before I even look at another song lyric let alone get behind the soundboard." She
breathed, calming after a laugh. " I don't know how he does it but more power to him I guess. I'm
pretty much preoccupied going into next year with the In/Exhale World Tour."
" So, I'll take that as an ixnay on the possibility of another album being fit into next year's artist
line up?"
" Not completely." Meghan asserted. " You can expect to hear atleast something or the
other...just not in the form of a definite studio album. A greatest hit's maybe with probably a few
unreleased singles?"
" Can I hold you to that? Or is this just useless information that you celebrities like to feed and
give all of our hopes up like always."
Meghan beamed at her sour/ dirty expression. " No, no. I wouldn't dare do that to you guys.
There will be a greatest hits out soon. You can go ahead and quote me on that and if I fall though
then you can....print some... nasty rumor about me, for example, like, me picking my wedgie in
the street or losing my underwear somewhere in a gas station bathroom. I know how you all
would like that."
Shaun perked at the notion " Its' a deal then. Nice touch on the wedgie." She addressed the
camera. " You all heard it hear first. Reporting live from Sundance. This is no ploy people."
Grilled to the core with all sorts of personal questions containing her private life as well as
questions referring to one unsaid popstar, Meghan found herself under the same situation she had
been with Shaun except this time with a reporter from a station that she wasn't all too familiar
with.
" We hear that you have been spending the last few days snowboarding down the hills with a
certain someone recently." The reporter pried. " Care to share what's going on there with you and
J.C.?"
Meghan furrowed her brow and maintained a baffled expression. " J.C.?" The reporter nodded.
She looked off to the side as if she were in deep thought. " You mean J.C. Chasez? That guy
from that group Nsync back in the day?"
The reporter was unsure of what to say until he seen her lip twitch with a mischevious grin. He
was quick to catch on.
" Yep, that's exactly who I'm talking about. J.C. Chasez, he's here to promote his new film in
Sundance."
Meghan was stunned. " You mean... he's here... like... here in Sundance right now?"
" Yes. He's actually walking down the red carpet as we speak."
Meghan let out a gasp and smiled. " You're kidding me. He's here right now? On the red carpet."
The man conceeded. " Oh my god, that's so great. I've always wanted to meet him. You're not
joking with me are you?"
Finally putting her antics aside, Meghan calmed herself and rolled her eyes though she was
laughing. " I'm just messin." She breathed. " I have taken a few strides down the slopes since I've
been here and yeah and I did run into him a couple of times while I was up there but it was
nothing. I'm just here hanging out with a few friends and for support."
" And that ' support ' would be for J.C. wouldn't it?" He eased.
Meghan looked to the sky with a cutesy expression, cocking a brow. " No." She drawled with a
slight pitch to her tone. " For all of the actors here tonight. He just happens to be among them
all."
The man was not convinced one bit but accepted what little she was willing to give him.
" There you are, babe. I've been searching all over for you."
A new voice entered the picture from behind and both she and the reporter turned their heads to
find Ryan Gosling ambling over to them. Meghan couldn't stop the laughter bubbling out of her
mouth when he ever so sweetly embraced her into a hug. A billions flashes seemed to shoot off
at the contact and the amused reporter looked on.
Ryan turned his attention to the reporter and shook the man's hand. " Don't mean to interrupt but
are you all done here? I'd like to escort my girlfriend inside before all the seats get taken up."
" Oh! Your girlfriend you say?"
Ryan nodded at the man. " Yep. This is my lady right here. We've been dating for the last eight
months. Ain't that right darlin?"
Meghan was too amused by him to say much and released a snort. He came along every
unexpected.
Ryan himself had to chuckle. " That's means ' yeah '."
" But what about J.C.?"
Ryan grunted. " J.C. is old news." He held her at his side closely. " We're the new sizzlin couple
in Hollywood right now."
Meghan finally found her voice and agreed, though her grin was from ear to ear. " That's right.
It's all about Meg-Ryan."
Ryan beamed at her thought to mesh their names together so perfectly. " Always thinkin. Give
me some." A quick kiss was dropped onto her lips so quick that the camera barely caught the
scene.
Ryan's publicist called for him to which Ryan waved off the reporter bringing Meghan along
with him.
" I owe you." She hugged the tall blonde.
" Not at all. Just remember to ring me up if unfortunately it doesn't work out between you and
him. I'll be waiting." He joked before vanishing among the chaos that was the red carpet.
Unfortunately for Meghan she found herself stuck in another interview but this time with the
help of Shia Labeouf at her side who made it all the more fun.
" Sorry man, but you know I have to ask?" The man began.
J.C. anticipated the question that seemed to rattle every single reporter there that night. " You're
not sorry. You were going to ask me one time or another." He cracked.
" True." The man agreed then prepared himself. " Alright, you and Meghan? Official or not? I
saw you two shopping earlier today with some friends. What's up man?"
" Oh, you haven't heard yet?" J.C. questioned out of no where.
The prying reporter shook his head just as J.C. was summoned by his publicist informing him
that it was time to head inside the venue.
" Heard what?"
J.C. shook his head in mock shame at the man as if he should have known the answer to that.
Disbelief fell over his features before he broke out into a simper.
" It's all about Meg-Ryan right now. They're hot."
And with that he was escorted inside of the venue where he met up with Meghan and they
ambled toward their seats hand in hand.
Happy faces entered inside the threshold of the lodge, voices loud as each person praised J.C. for
pulling such an amazing job on the big screen. The movie premiere went off without a hitch and
the after party couldn't have gone any better. Still in their attire, having not changed at all, hours
passed as they all gathered in the den situated around the large fireplace and television.
" You want your life then you better get down on your knees and beg me for it." Tyler began as
he quoted the line in the film that would secure J.C.'s status as the next big Hollywood actor. "
Say... you ever stare down the barrel of a gun before? Wanna take a look inside? It's kind of like
a Cracker Jack box except..."
Everyone then spoke the last part. " You won't find a prize inside this one. Bang!"
J.C. buried his face into Meghan's back as she sat in his lap on the couch that they shared. She
shifted in his arms slightly so that she could run a soothing hand down his arms that clutched her
middle.
" Awww, Movie Star is all red now." She taunted.
Meghan gently fell into the couch when he stood abruptly. " I'm thirsty. Anyone want a drink?"
To laughter and applause he was out of the room mumbling to himself about how strange these
people were.
" Get me a Crystal Light please? The red bottle." Eva shouted out from her position on the rug.
Reaching over the head on the ground before him, Tyler stole the remote out of Ambrina's grasp.
The televison was displaying a product of hair extensions.
" Hey!" She sneered.
He gave her a light pat on the head before setting against the pillows on the couch.
" Now, for some real television. Might even catch the last five minutes of UFC." He flipped
through the channels until halting on Spike.
" Here."
" Thanks babe." Eva spoke as J.C. handed her her drink.
Meghan shifted over to make room for him. " Hey." He spoke.
She rested her hand on his thigh. " Hey, yourself." Leaning against him, her back to his front, the
room settled into a comfortable zone, enjoying the television.
" Hey, change it to Comedy Central real quick. I just remembered that Dave Chappelle's Laugh
Out Loud special was coming on earlier. Maybe it's on a re run. Let's see."
Tyler obliged to her request when his finger accidentally grazed over the wrong button and the
channel ended up on Inside Edition.
You've heard the speculation, but is it true? Well a source has the evidence that proves it other
wise. In our top breaking news story of the night; Proof that it's exists is here and I'm not talking
about aliens here. The Justin and Meghan Sex Ta" My bad you guys..." Tyler apologized as he fumbled with the device
" No!" Jessica burst. " Change that back, Tyler!"
He did so unaware of the stunned expressions in the room at the last sentence spoke before he
abruptly cut it off as he was not paying attention to the reporter. Meghan had already sat upright
and the color on her face drained when he switched it back just in time for the segment to begin.
Welcome to Inside Edition, I'm Deborah Norville, and I'm Bill O' Reilly.
After the mini introduction Deborah had taken over. Behind her on the large screen held a photo
of a VHS Tape with the words Sex Scandal etched in bold on the center. Just then the photo
switched to a photo of Justin Timberlake and Meghan Carter with other famous faces plastered
around the screen.
'Paris Hilton, Tommy Lee, Pamela Anderson, Colin Farell, and Kim Catrall are just a few of the
names listed in the on going wring of celebrities exploited by such private vidoes and dvd's
which have since then embedded themselves onto the internet on sites such as ' Star XXX ' and
the most infamous of them all ' V.I.P. Axcess '. But just how are these tapes finding their way
onto the net and into public hands but the bigger and most poignant question of them all is not '
where ', but ' who ' are they coming from?
Acquired off of stolen laptops or even going as far as breaking and entering or....in most
cases....black mail, all of the these three actions have been performed in either most or all cases
in the crime against illegal extortion and distribution occuring to it seems most of Hollywood's
best and sometimes even worst. Even though investigations steeming deep into these videos and
dvd's prove neccessary, results have been futile in the actual capturing and arrest on these so
called ' anonymous ' or sometimes ' secert sources ' who seem to be the masterminds behind the
demise of these victimized stars.
And just when you think that the list couldn't get any bigger, the pages only begin to get thicker.
To name a few who kick started off into popularity behind the camera, Hayden Pannatierre and
now ex- beau Milo Ventimiglia were the latest involved only a few short months back and not
forgetting most recent of the bunch, Jennifer Lopez and husband Marc Anthony who are both
proud parents of newly born baby girl, Thalina 'Raquel' Anthony endured the sudden infringment
on their private lives, but the former couple now set to stand before a jury of millions?
You've guessed it and though it comes as a shock to us all, Hollywood's once reigning king and
queen of love surpassed and a marriage which lasted four years; Justin Timberlake and estranged
wife Meghan Carter will now have to face the scrutiny of it all.
Not much detail has been given about the spicy footage but it is said and warned to be extremely
explicit and that it would make Paris Hilton's infamous home made sex movie seem tame.
Possibly filmed in a private location along the islands of Jamaica, it's not sure whether the
footage was filmed before the two became nuptials or during the period of time that they were
married. One thing for sure is that it's said to be ' all real ' and completely ' raw '.
Meghan, 24 has been photograped days earlier taking in the slopes at Sundance in Salt lake and
seems to have no intention of leaving just yet as reports tell of a small outing earlier today with
gal pals, Jessica Simpson and Eva Mendes. Joining the trio also was friend Ambrina Owen and
J.C. Chasez who this week will be promoting and premireing his second on screen debut at the
Mcmenamins Theatre to an anxious crowd of thousands. Still, though. Carter and Chasez have
not confirmed nor denied speculation of a ' more than friend's ' relationship as of yet.
Representatives for Timberlake as well as Carter have been unreachable at this moment in time
and messages sent have failed to be returned.
In other news related to Timberlake, it seems that the thirty one year old singer has landed
himself back into the dating game just weeks after an interesting split from girlfriend, turned ex,
to girlfriend again Cameron Diaz. Who's the luck lady this time? None other than' Sexiest Body '
in the world two time title winner, Jessica Biel.
That concludes our top breaking story of the evening and more details in soon on the
Justin/Meghan Sex Tape as we receive them throughout the program.
Bill now stood infront of the large screen fitted in an all black suit and demeanor ready to speil
the latest of celebrity gossip.
Mark Wahlberg is ok after an accident on set injured.........
To be continued.....
Track 17: She's Unforgettable.Net, Tabloid Kickoffs ( Interlude ) by
Koralin_Timberlake
Author's Notes:
:) Gasp, I know, an update. ( LoL ) It's a quickie though. Off to
brainstorm on the next chap. Hope you enjoy this one. Oh, and
reviews are awesome as usual!! They make my week. Lol. :) :)
Track 18: She's Unforgettable.Net, Tabloid Kickoffs Cont'd. ( Interlude ) by
Koralin_Timberlake
Author's Notes:
And with photos, comes the gossip. :)
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August 3, 2012 Shocker: Meghan And J.C. Already Call It Quits! Also, Justin And Meghan
Come Together Against Their Own Sex Tape Which Now Has A Title " Screwin With The
Lakes "
It's been a fierce tidal wave of a week and it hasn't even moved past Monday into Tuesday yet.
No matter what you've heard and where you've seen it already, the juicy gossip, the shocking
rumors, the outrageous accusations and stunning allegations just keep filing in and piling on
top. The madness is completely and without warning extremely overwhelming! Pretty soon this
might just become all that we can take!!
Think you've stomached enough? Yeah, we didn't think so either.
Just one name says it all.....
Meghan Carter
As if you hadn't suspected already, no surprise there that behind the mayhem and havoc been
wreaked upon the media and all across the country lately, the ' Miss American Dream since I
was fourteen ' crooner absolutely cannot seem to catch a break. A bitter divorce battle which
left her temporarily fallen into a mild state of depression , an almost music career down fall,
an abrupt separation from her so eloquently put ' dysfunctional ' family, legal woes between
companies, the recent loss of her beloved pooch ' Rika ', and to add the cherry on top,
exploited; baring no top during a private swim in her pool which led to zillions of covers
distributed of the nearly nude pop starlet which then led to a lawsuit 'out of this world', how
much is it that one single individual can take?
A whole lot more if that's the case.
Compared to the last two months, the damage that a now back to blonde Meghan has suffered
over the last two years is nothing but a grain of sand approximate to the bang she commenced
this year with. A comeback peformance that secured her position on top again in January and
then an album release that obliterated soundscans across the nation, Carter always seems to
remain not one but ' two ' steps ahead of the game reminding us all that since the beginning
she was to be a force to be reckoned with and till this very second in time, that title still holds
true. But even though she maybe sitting high on the top, untouchable, not everyone can
acquire the power to wish themselves invisble, especially if you at a time shared the last name
of one of the most powerful male artists in the industry and then hooked up with a former
band mate of his only for the relationship to last shorter than a fifty five hour marriage in Las
Vegas.
Did you miss it? Yeah, we almost did too. It was that quick. But, yes, you've heard right,
Meghan Carter and J.C. Chasez are NO MORE!
For weeks and weeks these two have been giving everyone the run around wondering whether
or not they were a true couple or was it all possibly a publicity stunt in the making. Whatever
the case may have been between them, the point was that for a moment there Meghan and J.C.
had all of Hollywood's hopes and dreams relying on their shoulders in hopes that these two
could have actually been the ' Perfect ' couple, and for three and a half months they led us all
under the impression that they were the twosome that everyone wanted to be. Just the thought
of them together was enough to have us all believing that Cinderella's really do get that whole
bit. Pumpkins, Princes, Fairy Mothers and all.
That was all very short-lived
Bringing us all back down to earth in realizing that celebrity relationships regretfully will
never last in the end, it's ok for us to admit that we kind of did and kind of didn't see this one
coming. The buzz circulating the media is more than just unclear, it's nerve racking.
Speculation is spilling in from all ends of the earth as the entire nation it seems wants to find
out the sudden details and what could have possibly gone wrong here. We too are caught up in
the curiosity and confusion but a little less than we have been before. Instead of holding back
on it we're just going to come out and say it. Our sources are keen to believe that an
unexpected yet utmost intriguing cinema involving Carter and Justin Timberlake may be the
initial reason behind the break up. In other words, Chasez must have jumped ship once he
found out '. Sounds harsh but it seems to be the only theory that makes sense. Aside from
gossip rumors that spurt of possible infidelity in the short-termed three and a half month
relationship, for now Chasez and Carter insist on keeping tight-libbed not wanting to divulge
into any details as of yet. And we say ' yet ' because pretty soon someone is going to want to
address these rumors and we're betting on a statement by the end of the week.
In the meantime while J.C. mends the little pieces of a broken heart which we are positive
must not be much, Meghan has little time to spare any emotion infact as she and ex- hubby
Justin Timberlake have teamed up alongside manager Johnny Wright as well aside an
aggregation of Professional Legal Advisors in resorts to take on the declared ' sex tape ' which
emerged to the publics attention a week earlier. Certain content of the video still remained
sealed from the public view which has brought up quite a stir amongst those claiming to have
seen the footage and those anticipating a glimpse. Illegal distrubution against the video which
has now been particularly titled ' Screwin With The Lakes ', representatives for both
Timberlake and Carter have taken exquisite action to keep the tape from reaching public
hands and eyes but the application is proving weak as certain blogger websites who have
obtained the footage have it streamed onto their websites recieving astronimical numbers of
hits a day. The manhunt to track down the person or quite possibly individuals responsible in
what officials are calling an ' unlawful invasion of privacy and an unconstitutional violation
interference of the 1st, 4th, 5th amendment rights' continues to be pursued and if found, those
responsible will be looking to face very serious criminal charges steeming from thousands and
thousands of dollars in damages to even long term prison sentences.
Johnny Wright, Chief Executive Officer Of Wright Entertainment Group ( WEG ) to which
both Justin and Meghan are signed, a press conference is scheduled to be held within the next
few days this coming from the recent meeting at the Los Angeles Courthouse three days before
where an uproar of news stations and paparazzi commotion ensued as both parties (
Timberlake, Carter ) arrived at approximately three p.m. following an entourage of security as
well as attorneys. The confidential gathering lasted well into three hours until Justin and
Meghan were then rushed into seperate SUV's and escorted through California traffic with
the aid of the Los Angeles County Police Department providing assistance from the
unrelenting photographers trailing behind the two Expeditions.
The result of the three hour long affair left if anything, little information as Officials emerged
from the courthouse without addressing reporters but what little that we do know is that
Meghan and Justin both have been advised to keep out of the media eye until further
investigation can be further done. In doing so, it has been reported that both Expeditions seen
leaving the Courthouse were the same one's traveling to LAX later that evening, only a single
charter jet provided, without the escort of police.
Now, whether or not the pair were traveling together it had not been confirmed but it is
believed that the undisclosed location that the Jet had flown off to, Meghan and Justin will be
arriving with one another.
Stomached enough yet? Yes, we're quite full as well.
Source: UK Times
Track 19: Breaking News ( Interlude ) by Koralin_Timberlake
Author's Notes:
Whew, it's been a minute on this one, hasn't it? I, know and I
severely apologize on lack of updates for anyone still reading.
I've just been lost on what more to do and write so I decided to
cool off and take a break from it until I could come up with
something diffterent, and finally, I did. Now all I want to say
is..... please don't hate me for this chap * runs and hides * And
I'll be back with more soon. :) Promise not to keep you waiting.
Toppled on it's side in the middle of the road, paramedics as well as the fire department
rushed onto the scene......
Twisted and mangled, the pavement had been covered with endless amounts of broken glass
everywhere and......
Wrapped around a pole, the Mercedes had been split into two pieces, right down the middle.
the image is without a doubt something you'd see coming straight out of a movie.........
One of the most horrific accident's since Princess Diana's inevitable fate.....
It hasn't been reported yet how many survived the crash.....
Pronounced dead on the scene.......
We interrupt your regularly scehduled program to bring you breaking news......
Standing in the fore front of the MTV news background, John Norris stood tall and somber,
baring a most arduous expression.
" I'm John Norris reporting with a shocking breaking news, as it has become a most
devastating day in the history of the music industry and all across the world as it has been
confirmed that singer, Meghan Carter has been killed in a car crash late last night.
A photo still of Meghan Carter beaming with a warm smile appeared on the right hand side of
the screen, top corner.
" The time was exactly 11:33 p.m. when the Los Angeles Police Deparment recieved the
frantic 911 calls, flooding the lines as witnessess on the scene of the crash quickly called for
emergency paramedics to arrive on sight of the tragedy involving two vehicles, one of which,
belonged to Meghan Carter."
Following her still photo, an image of the crash involving a massacre of twisted vehicles
appeared. The red Mercedes ripped into two affirming her license plate and the black
Surburban dented and mattered, affirming the second victims.
Approximately ten minutes after the phone calls had been placed, Fire and Rescue along with
two ambulance trucks immediatly arrived followed with the police department who labeled the
scene a ' gruesome impact ' as one of the worsts motor vehicles accidents the city has seen in
the last year.
The 24 year old singer and actress, born Meghan Rebecca Carter, was one of three people
rushed to Cedars- Sinai Medical Hospital where she had been pronounced dead during
transportation, leaving the other two victims, one female passenger wounded and the second, a
male, in critical condition. The driver who's name has not been released yet has been taken
into custody with the contingent possibility of being charged with vehicular man slaughter and
driving under the influence of narcotics.
Police reports state that Alochol and Drugs have played a role ensuing the collision as a
search of the second victims SUV found bottles of alcohol, unsecured in the backseat area as
well as five ounces of illegal paraphanelia found hidden inside of the glove compartment.
A brief search of Carter's vehicle revealed a small envelope of Marijuana tucked underneath
the passenger seat ruling out any traces of Alcohol in or on her possession.
Recorded statement's from witnessess on the scene claim reports that the fatal crash had been
initiated by the Surburban, inside it's three occupants, but a further thorough investigation
will be performed leading into more information.
Undoubtedly our thoughts and prayers are certainly strong with the Carter family and again, a
devastating time right now for the music industry as singer, Meghan Carter has been killed
last night, Thursday, June 27, 2012.
I'm John Norris and I will be reporting soon with more updates and information as we recieve
them here throughout the day. Please log on to Mtv.com for more news and feel free to voice
your thoughts and concerns in our dedication forum we'll have set up in the mean time."
To Be Continued.............
Track 20: Invisible ( Memories Montage ) by Koralin_Timberlake
Qudduss stood by with Natalie as the studio audience cheered loudly as TRL returned from it's
commercial break.
Natalie waited until the noise simmered down before bringing her mic to her lips.
" Hey, welcome back to TRL. Quickly jumping back into the countdown, climbing two spots
from yesterday that was Bow Wow feat T-Pain with ' Outta My System' at number 2. Now
before we see what artist claimed the number one slot today on our countdown, the moment
that you all have been waiting and anticipating for all show long has finally arrived."
Thunderous cheers and hollers erupted once more. Fans in the bleachers stomped their feet
and clapped their hands fiercely in which Qudduss had to slightly wince but recovered.
" Yes, lined up for you right now on the play deck, we have the World Premiere Video from
Meghan Carter! Yall excited!" The afro haired V.J. pumped the already out of control crowd
of rowdy young adults.
Quddusss turned to Natalie who was all smiles. " I'll take that as a definite ' yes ' Natalie."
She chuckled. " Well, then let's get to it. But first, I just want to say that Qudduss and I got to
see a little preview of it before the show started and the video is just amazing. You guys surely
will not be disappointed."
More cheers.
Qudduss took over. " Alright. Settle down, settle down. We still have one more thing to show
before we actually get to the video. A treat I guess you can say. To premiere the video we have
a video message from the singer herself. Everyone, Meghan Carter."
The studio turned their attention to the televisions screens as the black screens opened up and
revealed Meghan. The background behind her illustrated that she was in the backstage area of
a photoshoot. She sat in a high chair made up in light make up as she clutched a can of Red
Bull in her hands.
She smiled brightly.
" Hey TRL what's up It's Meghan. I just wanted to come by and say that I hope you all enjoy
my new video for my single ' Invisible '. It took three days to throw together and a lot of long
hours of editing sooo, I'll be expecting it at number 1 tomorrow." She mildy threatened,
directing her finger at the camera.
She then released a soft giggle. The audience laughed along as they gaped and awed at the
singer.
" I'm just kidding. Not really but, " She smirked adoribly. " Here it is, my video. Love it,
cherish it, and don't forget to save it on Tivo."
Meghan waved goodbye and the screen faded to black. Applause erupted once more then died
down as the picture changed and the ' World Premiere ' sign came into view.
The focus opened up to widescreen as a silent image began to appear in black and white as the
start of the video.
~*~ ~*~
A closed solid white door comes into view. Next to the door on the wall is a white sheet of
paper taped on all four corners. In black bold letters the name ' Meghan ' appears before the
focus lands on the door again. An unseen hand then turns the handle as the door is slightly
pushed open. As the camera shakily moves forward, it pans around the room and takes in the
neutral tones of the furniture and the warm eggplant colors of the wall. The person behind the
camera films as the female occupants of the room linger as they are either deep in
conversation or bustling in and out of the black and gold curtains across the room that served
as the fitting area.
Looming over a large ceramic vase that sits in the corner of the room with bamboo sticks
sticking straight into the air, the camera keeps up with it's holder as they turn their attention
over to a vanity table on the right side. Zooming in, the small table is cluttered with cosmestic
products: Mascara, Eye Liner, Lip Liner, Hair Brushes, Makeup Brushes, Concealer, Blush,
Lip Gloss, Fake Eyelashes, Hairspray, Shimmering Lotion, Glitter, etc. Then focusing on the
open carrying case in the chair, it is filled to the brim with more and more cosmetics and some
stray pieces of blonde, brown, and black hair extensions.
Moving away from the box, the camera then faces the mirror as the dozen lightbulbs
surrounding it shines brightly. The camera zooms in again and the reflection of the person is
seen in the mirror, their face being shielded by the hand held mini camera in their palm. It's
evident that it's a male filming as his clothes consist of jeans, shirt, and a button up with the
sleeves rolled up. A diamond Rolex secured on his wrist gleams under the light.
Figures move in the mirror from behind him as well and Justin turns round to film the
dancers as they bumble around the room. To his left, Justin captured a brunnette by the name
of Ariel. Revealing her smooth rows of teeth, she gave the camera a short wave on her way
past. More waves and goofy faces pass by the camera before Justin keeps the focus on Zaria
who shieled her face with her hand as she stepped by the camera. Her hair was done up in
sparklers and glitter and as Justin moved to stand infront of her so he could get a shot of her
face, ducking her head down she stepped to the side to walk around him. The camera wobbled
as Justin attempted to pull her hands from her face.
Dropping her hands, Zaria stared past the lens at him and growled with laughter as she
whined for him to leave her alone. Her glare was the last thing he captured before she pivoted
on her heels and scampered behind the bathroom door. Resuming his filming, he turned the
camera over to the sofa's where two other girls were already in the process of retrieving
pillows and articles of clothing to bombard him with. Justin dodged a hot pink pillow that
Cherise had thrown his way just as the door opened up again and Meghan donned in a
trucker hat stepped inside after her makeup artist.
As the camera switched from her back to the ladies who were ready to attack, the movements
of their lips and body language displayed that they were doing some serious tattle taling as
they gestured toward Justin with frowns on their faces. The camera switched back to Meghan
just as she approached Justin. Standing before him, she stood on her tip toes to place a small
peck onto his lips. As they booed and jeered the public display of affection, as Meghan moved
along to another part of the room, Justin filmed the ladies who were shooting glares in his
direction. Suddenly Meghan who stood by the door called him over. She signaled with her
finger to come hither and he did so. Arrogantly strutting over to her, her smile turned even
wider and she pointed behind him. As the camera did a 180 degree turn, the focus landed on a
big burly black man with his arms crossed as he peered into the lens with intimidation.
Justin merely sucked his teeth as Big Dav guided him out of the room and the ladies inside
began to cackle. As he stood outside the door, he filmed Meghan blowing him a kiss as she
waggled her finger then slammed the door closed in his face. The camera jiggled as Justin
turned it onto himself. His expression was one of boredom as he mouthed the words ' Women '
before the screen cut to black.
Like a grain on the beach
Like a star in the sky
Far too many to count
Upon returning, Meghan is seen standing in a large circle of people. Dancers, band members,
technical crew, stagehands, all are holding hands with the person next to them as their heads
are bowed and eyes closed as a prayer is recited. Zooming in more closely, Meghan's hands
are seen as they nervously tremble in the hand of the male dancer next to her. Shots of their
backs and a shot from in the middle of the circle, seconds later the circle is broken as everyone
begins to clap their hands and cheer as they prepare for another nights show. Hugs and kisses
were spread all around.
Now walking the all white halls, the camera follows Meghan as she adjusts her mic set around
her head and behind her follows an entourage of seven. Meeting her at the end of the hall was
a stage manager as he directed her to her mark under the stage. Nervous but all the while
excited, her entourage stand watch as Meghan ducks down and pushes aside the black
curtains that leads to a trap door to enter the stage. Turning round at the camera she stuck her
tounge out before replacing it with a smile and two thumbs up before vanishing behind the
curtains.
With the naked eye
They won't see you
The picture being filmed from hidden cameras on all angles in the arena, the stadium is
dimmed but lighted at the hands of glow sticks and things that the sea of fans have carried
along with them for the show. People of all ages from men, women, children of young adults
and teens, the legion of fans is over bearing as ear splitting screams take over the entire
stadium. Posters and decorative homemade signs are held high in the air as some jump up and
down or even cry as the chant for Meghan to appear begins.
A little girl who is perched on her father's shoulder waves a cd back in forth in her hand as
when zoommed in closely it had been autographed by the star herself. The cameras continue
to swim the ocean of overly excited bodies as the frenzied crowd grew even more enthusiastic
as the lights on the stage began to brighten and dim as the start of the concert took place.
Rising on a platform that elevated high above the air from underneath the stage, Meghan
fitted in a black and gray body suit with an open front kept her demeaner as calm as possible
as she was secured to the railing behind her by a harnsess attached at her back. Peering deep
into the audience, she let the screams consume her as she remained unnmoving. Moments
after not moving an inch, she finally sang the beginning verse of a song then halted. Suddenly
a blast of pyro ricocheted high into the air and the band started up the music and the start of
the two hour long show was underway.
Go ahead, walk on by
You don't know I'm alive
An hour and a half into the concert, Meghan and her dancers kept on enticing the crowd as
they danced and moved along under the bright lights of the stage. Performing her more older
of hits, Meghan skipped all around the stage in yet another costume as she performed to the
best of her ability. Finalizing the concert as it came to an end, Meghan did the rounds as she
introduced the band members and her back up singers graciously. As the band came into the
finale music, Meghan and her dancers lined up in the middle of the stage hand in hand with
her in the middle. Raising their hands above their heads, they took their bows and clapped and
cheered along happily as they waved goodbye to the crowd.
First one to emerge from the stage, Meghan glistened with perspiration as she took in labored
breaths on her way to her dressing room. All smiles, she stepped inside for a quick dress
change. Seconds later she was out and fitted in more comfortable attire as she accepted the
water bottle and towel from her assistant who stood waiting for her in the hall. Firmly
speaking into his walkie talkie, Big Dav, lead security and her bodyguard freed her of the
duffel bag in her arms as he protectively placed his large hand onto the small of her back and
ushered her to where her tour bus was stationed.
Greedily gulping down her water, Meghan quickly hopped onto her bus as the doors closed
behind her. Pounding twice against the bus with his fist, Dav confirmed that all buses and
trucks were clear for take off as he recieved that everyone was done and ready to move on to
the next city. Through the open curtains of her window on the bus, Meghan could be seen as
she then moved to the back of the bus and from far range the buses and trucks started to drive
off.
Maybe one day you'll find
You should open your eyes
You don't know me
The footage coming into view has apparently been filmed from a far distance through the
large window of an airport by most likely a local newstation. Looking out at an almost empty
lot accompanied by two massive Expeditions and a large white private jet, a set of steel steps
led up to the door of the jet as it carefully falls open. Minutes later, Meghan is seen stepping
off the plane and down the steps accompanied by Big Dav and a few others. Toting an
oversized tan Dolce bag on her arm and a cup of Starbucks coffee in the other, her lips move a
mile a minute and form into a smile as she conversates on her cellphone. The weather outside
is cool and breezy as the sun shines brightly on the contented group of travelers. Fitted in
frayed jeans, a glamour tank and a pair of tan Uggs, Big Dav met the driver of one of the
vehicles around back as the two loaded up the trunk with various luggage. This went on for a
few minutes as Meghan and the others merely stood around and chatted with one another.
When the loading was finally complete, her entourage broke into two groups as they climbed
into the two seperate vehicles. Perching her sunglasses upon her head, Meghan thanked Big
Dav with a curt nod as he held open her side of the door for her and waited as she climbed in.
As he was positive that she was safe and secure, he shut the door behind her then climbed into
the passenger side himself. Still from a distance, the camera filmed the two vehicles driving
toward the exit gates of the airport until they passed through and were completely out of sight.
Now catching up with Meghan in the car which was filled with music blasting from the radio,
Meghan was seated in the middle row near the door on the left side of the car. Upfront, Dav
comfortably slouched in his seat occasionally bopping his head back and forth as the car's
driver Rodney commanded the streets of New York while listening along as scattered
conversation began to take over. The focus landing on Meghan again, she was shifted in her
seat so that her back was against the door and her arm was lazily draped against the back of
the headrest. Crossing her eyes at the camera focused in on her, she made another silly face
before pointing toward the third row with her finger telling the camera man to film Shannon
and Janaie, her two frineds who were currently acting up in the back. Following her orders,
the camera switched over to the two young women dancing around in their seats without a
care in the world of who were watching.
Capturing Janaie who was singing into the attennae of her cellphone, Shannon opted to croon
into her pen along with the sounds of ' Be Without You ' by Mary J. Blige on the radio. The
occupants of the vehicle found their antics to be hilarious as Dav turned round in his seat to
shake his head at the girls. His lips were moving but no sound was heard but he must have
mentioned something along the lines of the person sitting next to Meghan, her publicist
Matthew who's expression was as if he were being tortured. When the camera focused itself
on Matthew, he quickly cut his eyes at the lens before busying himself with his Blackberry
when from out of the way of the camera a caramel colored hand found it's way toward the
back of his neck. Startled, Matthew sharply turned round only to find Janaie falling back into
her seat in a fit of giggles. Along side her, Shannon reached over to ruffle his perfect head of
hair and while he shooed her away and the pestering continued on, the picture quickly shifted
back over to Meghan who's attention was aimed out of her window and her finger pointed at
something in the sky.
You're the one who looked right through me
Now you're saying that you knew me
Filming the congested streets and side walks of Times Square in the heart of New York City,
the camera tried to follow Meghan's finger as she pointed above all of the tall buildings that
made up the city and to a billboard that hung just above the Virgin Mega Store. Zooming in
more closely, it was then that it became clear just exactly what she was gushing about. It was
an ad for Polo Jeans and choosen to be the spokespersons for the popular clothing, she and
Justin stood before an all white backdrop dressed in similar clothing; white tanks and faded
jeans. The ad displayed Justin staring down at Meghan with an eyebrow cocked as she looked
up at him fisting his collar in between her fingers. His hands remained tucked in her back
pockets as she pressed herself into his broad chest.
Just as the camera panned back over to Meghan who grinned shyly as she spoke some more
about how cheesy she felt about the photo, her hands moved along wildly as random shots
from the photoshoot came into play from that long houred day.
Behind Meghan is a plain white backdrop. The music of N.E.R.D'S ' Things Are Getting
Better' blasts from the radio around the room as she moves to the beat while the photographer
man snaps away photos with his camera. Executing a few poses, Meghan then bursts into
laughter. The wind from the fan blows her hair behind her as she hunches over with a clap of
her hands. Dressed simply in a pair of jeans, her toes peeking out from the bottom and a white
fitted tank, she spins around in a circle, stopping to look over her shoulder at the camera, with
a pucker of her lips, her left hand rests on her back pocket as she tussles her locks with her
right.
In the next moment, Justin has joined her on the set and is dressed in similar clothing.
Securing his arms around her waist from the side, Meghan brings her knees up as he lifts her
from the ground effortlessly. Her jaw is slightly open as she squeals holding on to his
forearms tightly while he stares at the camera triumphantly. Jumping onto his back, Meghan
places a kiss upon his stubbled cheek as he wraps his arm around the back of her thighs and
doubles over, the photographer just barely catching the wide grin on his face as more outtakes
pass through.
When I was invisible
And you're the one who walked right through me
Finally having arrived at their destination Battery Recording Studios after a most definately
chipper car ride, Meghan with a white, pink and purple striped bag of Mother's Circus Animal
Crackers set in her lap had one leg dangling off her executive chair and the other tucked
underneath her sitting next to world renowned music producer Timbaland as he worked the
controls of the soundboard and played a random beat that he had created specifically for her.
Offering up an animal cracker, Timbaland kindly refused before pressing down on the
intercom button to inform Pharell that he was doing a great job on the drums. The focus
moving to the booth, the camera filmed through the glass that seperated the booth from the
studio at Pharell who was currently beating on the drums with a pair of headphones covering
his ears.
The camera panning over Meghan and Timbaland who's attention were locked on the
amazing talent of Pharell, the camera then passed over the entire room and it's occupants of
just a few. On the couch placed against the wall, sat Dav next to Terrance, Janaie's older
brother. Terrance and Dav idly chatted over a car magazine in Dav's hands as Janaie,
Shannon, Rodney and Matthew were off in their own little worlds toying with the instruments
and what not.
Emerging from the booth a few moments later, Pharell with his cap tilted, with his fingers
threw up a peace sign toward the camera just as the door to the studio opened and in walked,
Justin, Trace and Trace's girlfriend. Seconds later, Hugo, Meghan's other producer arrived
with a handful of cd cases. Making the rounds around the room, Justin did the deed of
greeting everyone, opting to give Pharell and Timbaland brotherly handshakes before making
his way over to Meghan and placing a kiss on her forehead then bending over to embrace her.
Greeting Trace and his girlfriend while also warning Trace to stay away from her cookies,
Meghan shuffled into the booth to lay down a few verses then emerged thirty minutes later to a
merry audience. Passing by Timbaland and Justin who now claimed her seat, he informed her
that the take was great. Satisfied she bumbled across the room over to where Shannon, Janaie,
and Trace's girlfriend were hanging out. Different clips of people making their ways in and
out of the room, Meghan was perched on the back of the couch with her feet planted into the
cushions looking on at the men of the room as they huddled over the sound board when it was
then that she noticed her bag of Animal Crackers currently missing. Averting her gaze at
Trace who greedily snacked on her cookies by the keyboard, everyone turned their attention to
Meghan as she stomped over toward him and snatched her bag from his hands.
Amusement written on everyone's features, howls of laughter soon erupted when Trace ever
so innocently shrugged at her before offering up the frosted elephant shaped cracker hanging
from his pouty lips.
Now you're saying that you knew me
When I was invisible
The footage has changed to capturing a bunch of men and women in hats and tool belts
shuffling busily hard at work around an empty stadium setting the arena up for another
concert. A large square light fixture hangs from a bunch of cables connected to the ceiling as
it is then slowly pulled high into the sky. Quickly the screen begins to speed up and captures in
fast movements the large stage in which Meghan will perform being set up. Finally as the
stadium begins to take shape a few clips later, Meghan has entered the staduim in university
sweats and lets her eyes wander the large area as it swallows her whole. None of the seats have
been arranged just yet so the stadium appeared more massive than usual. Carefully
manuvering her way through the mayhem around the stadium, Meghan alongside her
manager Johnny, scale the side steps of the stage and onto a platform as she seems to be
listening intently to the words flowing from his lips.
The camera then circles the two as they linger on the stage before taking in other parts of the
arena then changing pace and switching to a clip of Meghan bounding the backstage halls
and into her dressing room where she is instantly met with cameras and a correspondant from
Access Hollywood. Holding her bottle of Fiji water in her left hand, Meghan extended her
right hand toward the older woman and smiled warmly before taking a seat next to her on the
creme sofa provided. Facing one another, Meghan politely humored the camera crew
surrounding them as the interview went underway.
Finished with the small interview moments later, Meghan and the Access Hollywood
correspondant has come to a stand as they exchanged a quick hug. Sending the shortest of
waves toward the camera, with an escort, the crew were led from her dressing room just as the
scene changed and picked right back up with Meghan standing in a studio before a green
screen.
Little things adding up
Try so hard not to rush
It's a late afternoon day in Japan on another one of Meghan's international visits of her
promotional tour. As she is getting prepped and briefed for another day's filming for a
commercial involving Japan's special Tea, Meghan takes all the information with stride and
let's it sink in as she moves to take her mark in the middle floor green screen backdrop directly
behind the camera. She closes her eyes and wrinkles her nose as the set makeup artist adds a
few touch ups of blush on her face. Ready to go, Meghan fakes as if she's having a sneeze
attack from the amount of powder on her face at the back of her makeup artist before sobering
up with a series of giggles. Just barely dancing along as music for the commercial is qued up
and blasts loudly, Meghan holds off a minute and looks toward the director as he informs her
to switch the can of Tea in her hand over to the other. In doing so the music was turned off
then turn back on and the countdown to start filming began.
As soon as she recieved her cue, Meghan perked up instantly and began to promote the drink
in an almost too bubbly personality. Holding the can up so that it would be eye level with the
camera, she pointed at the can's label gingerly before popping the top and sipping from it with
satisfaction. As she was doing this, the camera cut to one of the many small portable
televisions behind the directors chair and watched from there along with the majority of the
crew on set. Now having done the last shot of the day, the director with blonde hair tied into a
pony, stood from his seat and began to clap. Meghan who was very high strung from having
taken thirty one sips of the drink avidly pumped her fists in the air before foolishly dropping
them at her side. Having moved behind the director's chair to view the commercial for herself,
Meghan inspected the two minute final cut with an bemused smile. Then nodding and giving
herself a small clap as it came to an end, a hug and a kiss to the director and also hugs all
around, Meghan clamored back into her original attire before calling it a day and exiting the
studio.
Giving in, letting go
New footage is of Meghan as she lays on her back on a creme colored carpet an arm draped
over her lower abdomen. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her face turns a light shade of pink
as she laughs hysterically, tears streaming down her face. Blowing out a deep breath, she
quickly shuffles to her feet when she sees the person bounding her way. Dashing from the
room, the camera catches the words ' Juicy ' on her cotton covered bottom before she rounds
the corner escaping down the long narrow hall. Her pursuer picks up his speed and the
camera jiggles wildy as when turned the corner the back of Meghan's pontytail was seen
swishing from side to side before she disappeared behind a door and vastly attempts to slam it
shut. The person on the other end of the camera though does not allow that to happen as they
push on the door with little strength and it slowly begins to creep open. Just as it does, the
person enters what seems to be a lavishly decorative bathroom and reaches out for Meghan
who is standing near a shower curtain and uses it as a shield from her attacker. In the next
second, she attempts to cover her body with it as she turns her head and continues getting
soaked with water courtesy of a water gun.
Leaving the confines of her curtain, Meghan fumbles past the camera and over to the sink
where she has turned the faucet on full force and begins to cup handfulls of water and douse
it on the camera and the person behind it. The camera violently shakes and skips past the
bathroom mirror and reveals Justin with his hand infront of him holding a water gun and
inching closer to Meghan as he bumps her with his hip away from the sink. Meghan who put
up a tough fight returned to the sink and doused one last handfull of water at him as she
dashed from the bathroom before the screen cut to black then returned with Meghan pointing
the camera at herself. Her hair is wet and she seems to be out of breath. She speaks into the
lens before looking away then directing the camera at Justin who had just entered the room
with shaving cream smeared on his hair and face. The background is filled with her cackles as
he takes a moment to just stand there and glare past the camera with a smile begging to tug at
his lips. His mouth moves and he directs a presage finger at the camera before taking some
shaving cream from his chin and smearing it on the camera's lens.
With their brief game of water war coming to an end, the camera rests on the two as Justin
focuses it on the both of them. Seated next to one another on a couch and leaned in, words
form from his mouth as she looks to the side of his face with at first a strange expression then
with an overly done loving smile while mouthing the words ' awwww '. He nods his head
smugly as she secures her arms around his neck and plants a smack of a kiss on his cheek.
Facing her, Justin puckers his lip in the form of a five year old child. As hilarious as she finds
his expression she relents to giving him a kiss on the lips in which he suddenly began to ravish
her by pushing her down onto the cushions and with a dangerous wink at the camera in his
hand the screen then cuts away.
Of the world we know
They won't see you
Now in this next clip, It's another night, another city, another show as Meghan powerfully
struts across the stage. A large sign outside the Aladome Stadium in San Antonio, Texas reads
' Meghan Carter Live In Concert! Unrevealed World Tour'. The pandemonium inside the
staduim arises with each show stopping second as Meghan astonishingly executes a series of
demanding dance movemets with ease. Pyro and such is booming left and right of the stage as
the camera takes in clips of the audience and some of the concert.
Diving into a performance of one of her less older of hit singles but certainly not recent,
Meghan with a playfull swagger in her step is fitted in metallic blue booty shorts with a white
t-shirt knotted up in the back. On the front of her shirt in spray painted colors reads the words
' Baby M ' in signature graffiti markings. Her converse on her feet match the style of her hat
that is tilted to the right as her hair sits in a ponytail over her shoulder. Oversized hoop
earrings dangle from her ears as the band behind her plays a reggaeton remix version of her
song ' Straight Up '. In sync with her dancers as they move about the stage in street apparel
the song has come to a part in which the Ying Yang twins have appeared from the shadows of
the stage in which the crowd went ballistic. Sandwhiched inbetween the two men as they
executed their rap, Meghan begins to move and grind in a sexy manner before cracking up at
her attempt to be ' thug '.
Waving the Ying Yang Twins from the stage as she began to fan herself, she looked out into
the crowd and released a tired breath. Suddenly one of her male dancers appeared at her side
with a plastic cup. Graciously accepting the offer, Meghan's dancers all began to surround
her in question. She looked to them with a sideways grin and then motioned to the crowd
asking them if it were ok if she took a sip. The crowd screamed in response and to that
Meghan took a small gulp then giggled as the liquid dribbled from her lip. With the music still
playing in the background, Meghan left her dancers to arouse the crowd as she innocently
threw the remains of her water into the unsuspecting audience. With the cutest of grins, she
covered her mouth and rolled her eyes to the sky and let out a small ' oops ' before full out
laughing and tossing the cup itself into the frenzy below. Waving her hands above her head
while enticing the crowd to clap also, she picked up where the last verse left off and back into
the chorus as she coasted up and down the stage again.
Force it down
Lose the taste
It's the release date for another one of Meghan's albums and as a black Expedition pulls up
and comes to a halt in the middle of the street, the footage is being shot on the side walk as Big
Dav rushes out of the passenger side of the car and holds open the door for her as she climbs
out. In an instant she is met with flashes and the relentless shouts of the photographers and
fans lined up outside of the ' Tower Records ' music store. Carefull in her step, Meghan
presents herself accordingly as she is all smiles and waves and stops to sign a few autographs
while Big Dav and a few other of her bodyguards protectively lead the way inside the store.
The camera captures the enormous amount of excited, tearful expressions on her fans faces
before following inside where then again Meghan is met with more flashes and praise as she
makes her way to the table provided. A line soon begins to form as one by one die hard fans
recieve signed posters and autographed material from the star. A clip of her looking up at a
brunette girl with braces passes through as the girl is almost in tears as she clutches a
magazine to her chest while Meghan signs a picture for her with permanent marker. As soon
as she finishes, Meghan hands her back her photo with her signature smile before moving
onto the next person in line.
Now standing on a small stage addressing the crowd, next to her are three contest show
winners and their movements are timid and anxious as a radio D.J. from Kiss FM reads off
questions from his cue cards in which the three all jump at the chance of answering, An older
male who seemed to have provided the correct answer does a victory dance as Meghan and the
rest gleefully applaud him. As the event moved on clips from the event begin to pass through
the screen then ending with Meghan posing for photos with various fans and store employees.
The last clip was of her posing next to a cardboard cut out of herself before the clip changes
and she is seen exiting the store under heavy protection and back into the awaiting vehicle
near the curb.
They all think it's a waste
The next couple of clips provided by an episode of Mtv's ' Diary ', Meghan is seated at the
table in the small kitchen of her childhood home. A pitcher of lemonade sits on the table and
her feet are pulled underneath herself as she relaxes herself with a pair of sunglasses perched
on her head slurping on a popsicle. In shorts and a bathing suit top, she looks to her aunt in
the chair next to her and her eyes bug out and she laughs at a joke that her uncle spilled about
her aunt. The main diary background comes into play as Meghan is seen commenting on the
family subject matter before gearing into another clip of her and a few family members just
mingling around and enjoying one another's company.
Returning to the scene in the kitchen, Meghan happily pops up from her seat and into the
arms of her brother Nick Carter just as he entered the doorway. Excited over the fact that it
was the first time she's seen him in eight months, she clings onto him a moment longer before
retracting herself and removing his hand that was ruffling her hair. She threw a childish glare
in his direction just as the clip changed with her lounging out by the pool with her sisters and
friends looking on as her smaller cousins and also her other brother Aaron tussled with one
another on the diving board then making bomber splashes into the pool. Drenching most of
everything in site including the camera, a bunch more other entertaining clips come into place
before transitioning into another.
Taken again from an episode of ' Diary ', Meghan holds a strainer under the sink as she
thoroughly rinses off the bowl full of potatoes. It's early evening as she stands comfortably in
the kitchen of Justin's parents home in Memphis Tennessee. Carrying the strainer with her
back to the island counter, she laughed off a comment said by Lynn, Justin's mother who
stood at her side mixing lettuce and tomatoes in a bowl. Across from them sits Justin's
grandmother Sadie, in a stool kindly chopping up chunks of watermelon. The focus leaves off
them for a second and onto Justin who wearing a straw hat with a toothpick peeking from his
lips enters the kitchen. The ladies idly notice him as he rounds the island and heads toward
the fridge pulling out a bottle of Apple Juice. He says something insulting while motioning at
the stove which held a pot of boiling onions in which Lynn with a narrow of her eyes chucked
a leaf of lettuce in his direction missing him by an inch. Their joyful banter continues on as
more of his family members enter and leave the kitchen.
Coming up behind his wife, Justin's arm was quick as he stole a strawberry from the container
that she was opening. Rewarding him with an elbow to the ribs, Meghan shooed him away
from her person after he left a sticky mess of a peck on her cheek. Using her shoulder to swipe
the juice away, the camera remained on them as Justin stood leaning with his hip against the
counter while Trace who stepped into the kitchen tipped Justin's hat off his head on his way
toward the fridge. Following that was laughter as Justin sent Trace who was now buttering up
his grandmother a nasty glare. The expletive that flew from his mouth earned him a scolding
courtesy of Lynn and a teasing grin from Meghan.
Justin's stepdad Paul now entered the picture. Falling into the commotion and chatter of the
room, out of the way of the camera, Meghan was squirming under Justin's hold as he tangled
his arms around her shoulder. The two went on with each other for a couple more seconds
when just as the camera turned on them, Meghan was now wearing his hat and he held her
from behind with his arms secured around her waist as he playfully attacked her neck. Most of
the occupants in the room paid them no mind except for Trace who looked to the camera and
made a sickened face along with a gagging noise.
We don't need to believe
Every word they say, no ( they say no )
They don't know me
The footage shot now is from Meghan's personal camera. She adjusts the setting on it before
peeking through the lens again. Seeing as all was perfect, she settled the camera on Justin
who stood tall chugging on a can of pepsi. Curled up on the couch, Meghan filmed him as he
slightly stumbled forward as a result of the rocking of his tour bus. It's apparent that she was
bugging him with a series of pointless questions as his expression would often change from
confused to annoyed. Often answering with a shrug or a head nod, Justin finished the remains
of his drink then let out a retched belch. Meghan swiveled the camera onto herself to reveal
her disgusted expression before flipping it back to Justin who stood with a mad grin before
patting his chest and discarding his can in the trash.
Meghan then flims his back as he retreats toward the back area of the bus.
Climbing off the bus with the camera still in hand, Meghan films the back of Justin's head
that is secured with a red baseball cap before flipping the camera onto Trace as them as well
as security enter the arena. He seems to be going on about something or the other just as they
round a corner and keep on down the hall. Having finally arrived in Justin's dressing room,
Meghan films as he tiredly plops his bag onto the couch before filming the rest of the room.
Scenes later she records Justin as he begins his stretches with the help of his personal trainer.
Now fitted in his suit and ready to go, the camera still remains on him as he and the others
make their way toward the stage for his show.
Accepting a firm pat on his back from Trace and Johnny, Justin craned his neck from side to
side and adjusted the cuff to his suit before making his way toward Meghan. Shaking his head
at the camera still aimed at him, he disappeared behind the lens briefly to give her a kiss. After
that shots from his concert come into play as she continued to film from a private area,
sporadically zooming in and out while capturing a few shots of the crowd mostly filled with
girls and women.
You're the who who looked right through me
Now you're saying that you knew me
When I was invisible
Now with Trace serving as the video director, he travels around the set of Justin's music video
for ' My Love'. He takes in the green screen back drop as well as a few other set ups before
filming the busy bodies of dancers and others browsing by. Carrying the camera with him over
to a section of folding chairs and one single couch, he records as Justin stands by with
Timbaland, TI, and a friend of theirs by the name of Venus. The men chat heavily and pay the
camera no attention as Trace keeps it steady.
A few clips later, Trace still records as now Justin, Timb, TI, and Venus have moved over to
where the couch was located now joining Meghan and a few others who were seated on it. As
Timbaland recounts a funny story about Venus or the other, Justin stands before Meghan who
is seated on the couch and all the while is listening fumbles with a phone in her hands.
Justin's back is to the camera so Trace opts to film them from the side. Bursting into quiet
laughter with one another as the filming for the video seems to be still going on, Justin then
looks down at Meghan who still seems to be troubled with her phone and signals his hand for
it. While he tinkers with it, Meghan is speaking with him as he then returns it after having
fixed the problem.
From there the clip then changes.
And you're the one who walked right through me
Now you're saying that you knew me
When I was Invisible
Unmoving underneath a bundle of covers, the camera zooms in on the lump resting in a
massive king size bed. Looming over the time that read 5:16.a.m., a hand sluggishly shoots out
from underneath the covers and aims for the telephone at the bedside. It disappears as
Meghan answers the wakeup call from underneath the covers before finding it's way back to
it's base. Minutes later when it's apparent that Meghan had fallen back asleep, ever so slowly
she pushes the covers back and sits up in bed. Her hair arranged in a very messy ponytail, she
brushes the stray stands of her bangs away from her face before tiredly rubbing her eyes with
her palms.
Swinging her legs round the side of the bed, she trudged sleepily toward the bathroom leaving
the door open a bit as from the mirror the camera surveyed her movements as she set up her
tooth brush with tooth paste. Running the brush underneath the faucet, she began to brush
her teeth while at the same time run a brush through her hair. The toothbrush hanging from
her mouth, Meghan made her way out of the bathroom and toward the front door of her
hotelroom after hearing a knock. Soon, Shannon, Dav, and her hair and make up artist
entered the room with her wardrobe for the day as she scurried back into the bathroom to
finish up the task of getting ready.
The rain was light and the sky was gray as Meghan hurriedly exited the hotel. With an
umbrella hovered over her head, Meghan quickly climbed inside the vehicle to begin her busy
schedule of the day. Following her through as she made the rounds to five different radio
stations for an hour each of interviews and then to a photoshoot for Maxim Magazine, the clip
has changed as Meghan fitted in track pants and a zip up hoodie bounds off her tour bus on
the back of her body guard Dav.
Seconds later she is once again traveling the white halls of another arena. Her personal
camera now being used again, the focus is on her and her Dad who had come down to visit
her as he steadies the camera on them both. His arm is secured around her shoulder and both
of her's are wrapped around his middle. She happily rests her head on his chest as they
continue the walk into the stadium in delighted spirits.
Having taken over the camera, Meghan films her dad and Johnny who seemed to be in heavy
conversation with one another near the sound boards before becoming bored and moving
along. Conducting a few interviews with the technical crew and stage hands here and there,
Meghan has now focused her camera on a worker by the name of Charlie. He was well into
his late twenty's and was very good looking. His eyes would often divert from the lens shyly
and his cheeks would rapidly brighten as she contiuned to shamelessly grill him on some very
personal matters. As a garbled voice floated through the talkie attached to his belt, Charlie
used that as his perfect escape before scurrying away leaving Meghan laughing aloud and
highly tickled. Upon hearing her name echoed across the arena Meghan swiveled her camera
until it landed on her Dad. His face was slightly stern as he shook his head and mouthed the
words ' stop distracting the workers'. Beside him, Johnny her manager, could be seen
smirking. Turning the camera onto herself now Meghan rolled her eyes and made a face
before switching off the camera.
The camera now back on, Meghan's father was the one filming from a secluded section of
folding chairs in the middle of the arena. He positioned the camera on Meghan who was in
the middle of her yoga stretches as she geared up for a sound check. Dusting off her bottom,
she came to a stand with the help of one of her dancers. Adjusting her mic set on her head,
Meghan moved to stand on an ' x ' marked with tape on one of the many trap doors. Looking
off toward the side of the stage, Meghan nodded off Wade Robson, her choreographer as he
directed her movements. She imitated the dance step that he had just shown her then nodded
off once again as she pefected it. As the music began to start up, her head turned in the
direction in which her father had just shouted out to her. Her dad zoomed in on his camera to
capture her squint then small wave in his direction. Concentrating more on her vocals then
her dance movements, Meghan lazily began to run through the choreography just as her dad
then flipped the camera onto himself.
Beaming with a proud smile, he mouthed a few encouraging words just as the screen cut to a
different clip.
It's so easy to be lost
But maybe, you're not lost at all
Oh ho oh
Do you recognize me
Oh ho oh
Directed above the window of her tour bus a sign written on tape comes into view. The sign
reads ' Toronto Canada ' as the next stop of her tour. Leering away from the sign, the camera
rests on Meghan as she enters the living area of her bus from the back with a blanket and a
pillow tucked underneath her arm. Curling herself in them on the couch, she began to flip
through the channels of the small screen hanging in the corner with her remote. A bag of
Habenero Doritos at her side with a bottle of water, the expression on her face is tired and
bored as she stares from her window into the dark night before turning her attention back
toward the television.
Moments later her exhaustion has seemed to have caught up with her as she has now fallen
asleep. Burying her face under the covers, her hand dangles off the edge of the couch and her
bracelet threatens to slip from her wrist as her fingers curl around the remote. On the ground
rests her bag of Doritos next to her bottle of water. The steady hum of the bus motor has
seemed to calm most of everything down. As the camera loomed away from Meghan it then
settled on her small pomeranian 'Rika ' who was snuggled underneath the dining table
sleeping soundly. A tiny pink bow was nestled at the top of her head as her tiny form took in
deep breaths as she snored away and the clip moved along.
Oh ho oh
Do you know who I am
Oh ho oh
Hunched over Justin's shoulder, Justin held a firm grasp on the back of her thighs while
Meghan beat down on his back with a very weak attempt. Spinning her round in a circle,
Justin casually strolled up and down the back parking lot of the MGM Grand Garden Arena
in the city of Las Vegas. Crew members were still unloading the long lines of semi trucks and
his dancers were just beginning to pile from their assigned buses carrying duffel bags and
their personal properties. Meghan still hoisted over his shoulder, Justin went around while
filming himself with his camcorder wandering aimlessly inside before exiting again. Making a
pit stop at the tables of food set up outside shaded with large umbrellas, he filmed the table
taking an apple for himself and continued on with his journey.
Finally having set Meghan safely back onto the ground her fist came in contact with his bicep
as the clip then changed to them moments before Justin carted her around the lot like a tiny
rag doll.
Justin arms are folded across his chest adamantly as he shakes his head repeatedly in a
fashion that seems as if he is mocking the person pointing the camera in his face. The focus is
then brought to his shirt as Meghan lowers the camera and speaks to him directly. The lens is
returned on his face again and this time he does not look swayed. As a result, the camera
seems to be moving away from him as she advances then shakes violently as Meghan dashes
down the steps of his bus with Justin hot on her tail. Soon, he has caught up with her and she
suddenly found herself hunched over his shoulder.
Do you see me now
Do you see me nooooooooow
You're the one who looked right through me
Now you're saying that you knew me
May 5th, 2008. The day of the official wedding ceremony of Justin Randall Timberlake and
Meghan Rebecca Carter. Held in a luxurious chapel in Memphis Tennessee, the rows of the
church are filled to the max with friends, family, and celebrities of 300. Flowers and a white
grand piano are just two things among the many decorations planned and arranged with the
help of Lynn and a wedding coordinator. Everyone stands their positions on the carpeted steps
leading to the stage as a small young girl of five with a basket in her hands, tosses her flowers
about before reaching the end of the walk way where everyone awed the young one.
Finally, the wedding march begins to float from the piano and as if on cue everyone turned
their heads toward the double doors of the entrance as the time to begin the ceremony has
begun. Like an angel, Meghan appears in sight looking like a bride out of a movie, escorted by
her father down the aisle. A model of pure perfection, Meghan smiles softly to keep her lip
from trembling as she nears the altar where the love of her life stood aweing at her, he himself
an emotion wreck.
Clips later, Meghan had made it to the altar in which she and Justin were faced toward each
other holding hands as the preacher spoke a few words to which Justin responded by slipping
a ring onto her finger and she imitating his movements. Capturing the tear that slipped from
his watery eyes closely, its not long before Justin flips over her veil and takes her lips into his
own as the preacher then pronounced them husband and wife.
Cheers, tears, and happiness, Justin and Meghan bow their heads from the rice thrown into
the air as they exit the chapel to an awaiting stretch limo.
Then clips from their reception and their 5 tier cake reel by sharing all of the good times once
again.
When I was invisible
And you're the one who walked right through me
Now you're saying that you knew me
Kicking up the water in the ocean, Meghan stands by and films Justin from afar as they enjoy
their time in Kaui on their beautiful honeymoon vacation. Shots of their hotel room as well as
them together engaging in all sorts of activites, the camera captures the lingering kiss he
plants on her shoulder as they lay pool side before more and more pass by and the clip
switches once more.
When I was ( oh ) Invisible
Oho, oh
Walking the red carpet and posed infront of the cameras for pictures. Flashes as well as more
exceeding flashes shoot off, the couple turned to their left, looking out into the crowd with
smiles and waves. Gliding further down the Red Carpet, Justin placed his hand gently on her
lower back as he guided them through the slew of celebrities mingling and speaking with
various news stations and television correspondents covering the night's award show.
More images of Justin and Meghan glaze over the screen of them at random charity,
television, and also red carpet events. Speaking to Pat O' Brien, who was standing behind a
metal barricade thrusting a microphone into his face, Justin answers the question posed at
him while Meghan who stands just over his shoulder turns to wave gently at Selma Hayek a
little ways away. Another question was posed but this time it was directed to her. Hugging
herself to her husbands side after supplying an answer, her pink lips formed into a pout, then
a playfull roll of her eyes followed after Justin had made some goofy comment about her.
Soon she cracked a smile and the three fell into a brief laughter. Saying their goodbyes, she
followed behind Justin as they entered the Sundance Theatre for the premiere of Julia Roberts
new film.
A few more of them posed with various celebrites and backstage and aftershow parties and
such, also a couple with Meghan and Trace or Meghan, Trace and Justin together, the screen
flips to Meghan seated next to Justin in a plush leather recliner on his jet. Justin, donning a
pair of aviator shades, munches on what looks to be a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich while
Meghan makes idle conversation with the camera. Adjacent from them at the table, Lynn falls
into laughter with Meghan and in response to that, Justin unexpectedly crushed his lips
against his wife's cheek which causes her face to contort with disgust at the crumbled mess he
left behind.
I'm Invisible
Oho oh
Scenes later after a brief playfull arguement, Justin and Meghan seemed to have made up as
he secures his arm over her shoulder and she snuggles into his chest, gaping up at him. They
exchange small pecks repeatedly before he captures her lips in a tender, sensual kiss. A hand
blocking the lens, the camera flips onto Trace who is seated next to Justin's guard lonnie.
Lonnie rolls his eyes and shakes his head while Trace, beside him, directs his finger to his
temple in the form of the gun and pretends to pull the trigger
I'm Invisible
At last, Meghan's Unrevealed World Tour has finally come to an end. After waving away the
audience one last time and preparing to load onto the bus backstage, Meghan offers the
camera a sad wave followed by a pout before smiling brightly and ambling toward her tour
bus. Moment's later when all is loaded and ready to go, the camera keeps focus on the back of
her bus as it pulls from the parking lot and moves into the distance, signaling the end of the
video.
RIP Meghan Rebecca Carter
December 7, 1987 - June 27, 2012
Angel Sent To Earth From Above
Never Forgotten
Forever Will Be Missed
Song Credit: " Invisible ' Ashlee Simpson
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