For as long as he could remember, He was his idol. And he was His aficionado. He was his role model. He was the paradigm he molded himself to. Everything He had become, he wished he could succeed at becoming half the man He was. He was God in his eyes. He could do no wrong. He was his idol. And he was His aficionado.
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There was no denial that ‘Nsync was successful. With their record-breaking ‘No Strings Attached’ and numerous of music awards came opportunities they had only dreamed of. Chris launched his clothing line, FunManSkeeto. Joey steadily gained more roles in Hollywood. Lance refined his management skills with FreeLance. JC unleashed his creativity on other people’s records. And now Justin received a phone call from his idol.
Michael Jackson of all people had called him to invite him to Neverland Ranch. Michael had expressed interest in helping Justin on his solo album. There were countless others who wished to lend a helping hand to Justin, but no one caught his attention like Michael had. After all, he had been idolizing him since he was a mere toddler. Michael Jackson was his idol.
The man was God in Justin’s eyes. He reminisced the times as a child when he would dance around in the living quarter of his parent’s home dressed up like Michael Jackson. For talent shows, he would moon walk to the tunes set forth by Michael. As a child his mom would take him to numerous concerts, but Michael’s one was the most memorable for the boy. He was his everything Justin had wanted to be. He was his idol.
“Wow! You’re really going to see Michael Jackson tomorrow.” JC said as he watched Justin intensely shoving his belongings into the small luggage.
“I know!” Justin said with a brilliant smile that appeared to stretch for thousands of miles. “I still can’t believe he called. I mean he’s been my idol every since I was little.”
“I know, Just. I’m happy for you.”
“I mean, Janet Jackson’s cool, but not like Michael. You know?”
“Yes. I know. I’ve known you for nine years now. Michael Jackson is God.” JC said, annoyance crept in his voice. “Ever since Michael Jackson called you yesterday, you can’t stop talking about him.”
“Josh, what’s wrong with you?” Justin asked, irritably. “I don’t complain after you come home talking about Richard Marx for an entire week, do I?”
“I’m sorry.” JC quickly apologized, bouncing off the bed. “I know how much this means to you and I wish you the very best, Justin.”
JC said, reaching for his younger best friend to envelop him in a hug when Justin backed away quickly.
“No time for a hug.” Justin said, dragging the luggage out of his room. “Britney’s waiting downstairs for me.”
“Why, Justin?” JC followed pursuit outside into the hallway. “Why are you taking Britney with you?”
“Because Josh, she’s my girlfriend. Besides, it’s not like you adore Michael Jackson.” Justin explained. “You’re a Sting fan, remember? If not, I suggest you reread your biography. I heard Barnes & Noble is having a sale on your biography.”
“Funny, Justin. Now get your ass out of here.” JC commented as they approached the last step. “Hey, Brit. Keep an eye on Justin for me.”
“No hellos or anything?” Britney mocked, leaning past Justin to hug her one-time co-star on the Mickey Mouse Club. “I said ‘hey’, didn’t I?” JC joined her in the laughter. “You two have fun at Never Never Ranch.”
“Bye, JC.” Britney said, making her way toward the door. “C’mon, Justin.”
“Alright, Brit!” Justin hollered over his shoulders. “Bye, Josh.” He said, pulling his best friend into a hug. “Be happy for me, okay?”
“Good-bye, Justin. Take care of yourself, kid.” JC held onto Justin for an infinite amount of time. He just couldn’t let go. “And if Michael refused to work with you, you can screw him and come back here. I know this great singer/writer/producer who would give anything to work with you.”
The ride to the airport was like any ordinary ride before that. Britney sat in her seat with her sunglasses over her eyes, to disguise herself from any annoying fans more than to protect her brown eyes from the sun, as Justin buried his head in her chest. Together, they remained entangled in one another. Justin slipping into slumber by the beating of her heart as she twirled his hair around her fingers. Contrary to popular belief, their relationship did not rest solely on sex. It was more about trust and the simple thing of security. They trusted themselves to each other. They felt safe in each other’s arms. It was as simple as that.
At their arrival, Michael’s employees waited to greet the young lovebirds and ushered them inside the Ranch away from the scrutinizing eyes of the media. Justin felt a bit uneasy with so many press cameras blinding him all directions. Both he and Britney had experienced a great deal from the media, but never to this degree here at Neverland Ranch. The two songsters were led inside the magnificent mansion in the middle of the luscious green terrain. They were treated to a brief tour conducted by Charles, the head butler, around on the first floor and were led up the stairs to the second floor where the guest rooms were found. As they climbed the stairs, Justin couldn’t refrain himself from leaning over the railings to catch a glimpse of the distant ground floor. The place was colossal, reminiscent of prestigious hotels Justin had stayed in while on tour with ‘Nsync.
“Here’s your room, Mr. Timberlake.” Charles handed Justin the key to his room. He moved out of the way for Justin to walk past him and enter his room.
Amazing. The room was amazing, beautifully decorated in a mixture of royal navy and sky blue. The only peculiar thing that caught his eye was that there was only one large pillow with two smaller pillows. The bed, although of king size, appeared to be prepared for one occupant as evident in the single cherry oak desk in the corner of the room.
“Um…my girlfriend is here with me, too.” Justin managed to stutter, wishing not to sound rude.
“You’re concerned that the room is a single.” The butler confirmed with the young singer. “That’s because Master Jackson didn’t expect anyone else to come with you. While I was giving you the tour of the mansion, we have arranged a room for Miss Spears.” The butler informed.
“Okay.”
“Why can’t I just stay here?” Britney pushed Charles aside to plop down on Justin’s bed. “The bed is big enough for two.” “But there is only one set of toilettes.” Charles explained as another colleague joined him at the doorway. “You can come with Stuart here to your own room, Miss Spears.”
“But.” Her weak argument was unheeded as Stuart entered the room and practically dragged her away.
Justin followed her, but his path was intercepted by Charles.
“Stay here, Mr. Timberlake. I’ll bring some maids to help you undress.”
“Undress?” Justin asked with a bewildering look.
“Yes. Undress. So you can shower.” Charles elaborated.
“I don’t need to take a shower.” Justin argued.
Charles circled around the boy, leaning closer to him to sniff his musky scent.
“Trust me. After that flight, you will need to shower.”
“Okay.” Justin finally submitted. “Is Michael here?”
“Michael?”
“Yes, Michael Jackson. Is he here?”
“Master Jackson is not here at the moment but rest assure he’ll soon join you.” Charles clarified. “In the meantime, shower yourself fresh. I’ll send in Jack and Jared to fetch you when you’re done.”
“Fetch me?”
“Sure, bring you downstairs so we can continue the tour of the Ranch.”
“Oh. Thanks.” Justin thanked the elder gentleman politely.
The door slammed shut and he was left with his thoughts. He thought about how excited he was about meeting Michael Jackson. He had waited forever it seemed for this chance. Now, he had the opportunity of a lifetime to meet his idol. He only wished that he could share his happiness with his girlfriend. Justin sighed deeply heading off into the bathroom. Why was he making such a big deal out of this? She was only going to stay in the room at the end of the hall. They would still get to see each other. They just couldn’t sleep in the same bed. Oh well. House rules were house rules. And Justin had to respect Michael’s rules. Once inside the bathroom, he began to peel off his clothes, piece by piece. Charles was right. He needed to take a shower. He smelled awful with his sweats sticking to his skin, almost rendering him unable to breath through his pores. He quickly discarded all of his clothes and hopped into the shower.
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