Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2000 07:38:35 -0400 (EDT)
From: Perfect Guy <talldarknhansom@cliffhanger.com>
Subject: (Gay/Celebrity/Boybands/Alls Fair)

	Lance bounded down the stairs with a huge grin
plastered on his face. Lou was un-believably understanding
and had gone along with all of his plans.

	Soon *NSync would be no more, although Lance didn't
care. He'd rather live a life without bruises, than a life
without music. He was never really into all the dancing
crap.

	What you may not know is that Lance is one of the best
dancers in the industry. But after he constantly showed
Justin and JC up, they had enough and kept screwing him up.

	They'd try to keep him away from practices, or keep
him out of view in the mirrors. When he finally told them he
was gay, they would beat him so that he couldn't dance
right.


	Right now he all he had to do was get to Chris' place
before Justin or anyone else did. It would be pretty simple
since Chris' place was pretty hard to get to, and they
rarely visited each other.

	Jumping into his car he turned the radio on full blast
and sped off singing to himself. Each thought happily
building in his mind, with every word. Soon he had thought
up the perfect torture for Chris, and although often thought
as the 'Perfect Southern Gentleman', Lance could be pretty
evil.

	Turning the radio off, he pulled up Chris' driveway.
Thankfully only Chris' car was sitting there, and Chris was
just getting ready to drive off.



	" OK here goes" he psyched himself up,

	" YO! Chris" he yelled jumping out and slammed the
door shut.

	" What do YOU want, FAGGOT?!?" Chris looked up in
disgust



	Lance walked slowly up to Chris with a huge grin
plastered on his face.

	" Oh nothing much, just like to tell you that...
well... you've been replaced" he sing-songed happily.

	" WHAT! Hmph... Yo fag... get a life... if they were
gonna drop someone, wouldn't it be the faggot?" Chris
laughed,

	" Oh well, that's what I thought, but I just talked
with Lou... well he talked to me, but he said that *NSync is
for the young crowd, and last time he checked YOU weren't
young"

	" HA! W-what a joke" Chris stuttered, Lance looked
dead serious.

	" OH, you want his opinion then, well why don't I just
call him?" Lance said pulling out his cell and hitting the
re-dial button.




	Chris fidgeted with his keys. Although he hated Lance
for being gay, Lance wouldn't ever act like this. He looked
really serious, and Lance was actually quite powerful, when
he wanted to be.

	He was actually the one that forced all the other
'contestants' for *NSync away. He was the one that held the
group together for the first year, and he was the one that
held all their lives together. Without him they wouldn't be
a very sane bunch.

	Suddenly all Lances' actions flew through his mind.
Lance had always kept a secret that was told to him, Lance
would always back them up if they needed him. It didn't
matter that Lance was gay, he understood that now.


	" L-look Lance, I'm sor..."


	" Yes sir, I'm here right now... yes the OLD ones'
place..." Lance looked over to Chris' shocked face, " He
wants to talk to you" and he handed the phone over.


	" H-Hi Lou"

	" Aahhh Chris my boy, look I'm sorry to say this
but... we kinda need to get rid of you... you see *NSync was
brought together for the younger crowds, and to be truthful,
you're just too old now"

	" But... But Lou... y-you can't... I need them... they
need me"

	" No they don't, you're just gonna drag them down...
Joey will soon be gone as well, too big if you get what I
mean, so you two could start something... by they way,
you're very lucky Lance pointed this out to me, or you
would've been the laughing stock of the industry"


	" But... But sir..."

	" Oh by the way, don't worry, you'll have until the
end of the next two tours 'till you'll have to leave OK?"

	And with that Lou hung up.


	Chris was crying by the end of this short call,
although it didn't really matter anymore. He wasn't in
*NSync anymore, Lou didn't need him anymore, and Lance was
the one that told him.

	He looked up in rage to see that Lance was directly in
front of him with a lop-sided grin on his face. Before Chris
could do anything Lance hugged him tightly,

	" This ain't over" he whispered into Chris' ear, and
walked quickly over to his car. Looking around for a second
Lance came back with a book in his hand.

	" You say anything to Joey, Justin or JC... these
babes will be posted all over the net... kapeesh?" Lance
laughed at his own joke and drove off.



	Chris flipped through the picture album that Lance had
shoved into his hand, and his entire body shook in fear.

	There he was, very, very drunk... and it looked like
he was with some girls. But these girls... something was
different,

	" FUUUUCK!!!" Chris threw the picture album onto his
roof,

	" Nononononono" he begged himself, sinking to the
grass. Grasping his head, he tried to massage the oncoming
headache away.


	A strong gust of wind blew the pages of the picture
book open. There was Chris Kirkpatrick, tied up and having
sex with a couple of schoolgirls. Each of them couldn't be
above 12.

	He remembered this night vaguely. He had gotten home
drunk, very drunk, and had found these hot chicks on his
way. They seemed more than happy at the prospect of screwing
an *Nsyncer, but suddenly he was tied up and blindfolded,
and they were riding his body.

	The next morning they were gone, but had one had left
their school badge, and Chris freaked. He had thought that
he was the only one who knew about this and forgot about the
whole ordeal, but then there was Lance.





	Lance pulled up happily in his driveway. Chris would
drive himself nuts over this set-up. Although the pictures
were real, he would never give them to anyone. He did have
the negatives, but the pictures that he gave to Chris were
the only ones he would ever have developed.

	He was sure that Chris would be heart-broken, but he
didn't care anymore. They all deserved to be punished, and
he would be the one to do it.

	Chris was still in the group in fact. What Lou had
said was what Lance told him to. Much like what Justin did
with Johnny.


	Running into his den, he picked up a dart and threw it
at a wall covered with tiny pictures of each of them. Each
the size of a stamp, but enough of them to cover the entire
wall.

	He walked up to the dart and pulled it off. The
picture was stuck to the end of it so he pulled it off,

	Snickering to himself he sighed,

	" Alas poor JC, I knew him well"




Yeah I know, I know. Pretty unbelievable (as in it's really
hard to believe). Lance is tearing the group apart, and not-
so-poor JC is next. I hope it wasn't too confusing or
anything, and sorry if it's too screwed up for you, or
unstable, you know what I mean???

So as usual e-mails always welcomed, no matter what kind. If
it's bad (and I will read them!) they'll only be telling me
what I've done wrong, and help me make it better.

		talldarknhansom@cliffhanger.com