"Ok, now Justin, make sure you be nice to everyone, and try you're best at everything." a mother said in a country accent to her curly haired son Justin. While most boys would say something like "Mom, I'm 12, I think I can handle this." Justin said, "Thanks mama, and yes, I will be nice to everybody." with an accent identical to his mother's. It was Justin's first day on The New Mickey Mouse Club and he was so excited he was shaking. "I wish you didn't have to leave for the day, mama." said Justin. "Aww, sweetie, don't be nervous, you'll be fine." said the mother, giving Justin a hug and a big kiss on the cheek. Again, while most boys would cringe or move away if their mother tried to do something like this, Justin hugged his mom back and gave her a kiss. This caused the other mothers to wish that their kid would be a little bit more like Justin. "Ready to go Lynn?" asked a man, walking up to her. "Yeah, I think so Paul." said Lynn, thinking of how much her little boy seemed to grow so fast. He went from singing in the living room for her to this in just a few years. She wiped a tear from her eye and gave Justin one last hug before turning around to leave. Justin, now feeling a little lost without his mother, turned around and surveyed the crowd. He saw mostly mothers with a mix of female and male children, there was the occasional Mom/Dad/Kid group, and about one or two kids had only their dad's with them. And then, he saw her. A girl with brown hair that was up in a ponytail.
I know that girl from somewhere thought Justin. That's a girl I saw on Star Seach a couple years ago! Justin finally remembered. He stared at her for a while, trying to remember her name, when her parents walked away. She looks so lost. thought Justin, contemplating if he should go over there and say hi or not. Why do I feel so shy? Justin asked himself, wondering why his legs felt like jelly when he thought about going and talking to her. He finally decided on going. "Hi, my name's Justin Timberlake! What's your's?" He asked, probably a little louder than he should have. He noticed she had very beautiful brown eyes. She was biting her lip with her head cocked to one side and was looking at the ground. "Britney Spears." she practically whispered. She has a beautiful voice. Justin noted. Hell, she's just plain beautiful.
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When her parents Lynne and Jamie Spears walked away, Britney was feeling so scared. She looked around the room and felt totally out of place. I mean, sure she had taken part in many different things, from gymnastics competitions and singing in her church choir to Star Search, but her parents were always there for her. But this would be totally different. She would be totally and utterly alone until she made friends, And God knows how long that could take! thought Britney. The thought of being alone for any period of time always scared Britney. She was looking around the room when she caught a boy with curly brown hair staring at her. God he's cute, why is he looking at me? Britney asked herself. At once she bit her lip and look at the ground. It was a habit that her father had always hated. Oh my god, he's coming over here! Don't act stupid Britney! she thought to herself. "Hi, my names Justin Timberlake, what's your's?" he exclaimed. Why is he talking so loud? And oh Lordy, he's even more adorable up close. Britney thought to herself, looking up for just a moment. Oh, shoot, he asked me a question didn't he? What was it? What's your name? Yeah, had to be. She thought. "Britney Spears." she stated in a voice that was basically a whisper. He gave her a smile that was bright enough to light up the room and said "That's a really pretty name." In a voice that was, thankfully, quieter than the last time he spoke. "Thanks." said Britney, noting that he had a little bit of a Southern accent. She was about to ask him where he was from when a man came in and told the kids to follow him.
They followed him untill they got to a room where chairs and tables had been pushed back onto the walls. A carpet that was big enough for all of them to sit around the perimeter of. "Ok, if you'll all sit around the carpet, we are going to play a name game." the man said, holding up a basketball.
