Let's go to Justin Timberlake's 12th B-Day Party!
Okay, this guy is really weird, you say to yourself. You like N Sync
and can't wait to meet
Justin. Best of all he's your age! "Yo Justin," says
Phondeleco, "Happy Birthday!" "How are you?"
says Justin. He looks the same, except way more zits and he's got a
'fro that's about eight feet tall. It's the 70's, what can I say.
"Hi Justin, you giggle. "I'm (your name)! "'m a big
fan of yours," you say, shaking his hand. "How are you a
fan of me?" he asks. Oh yeah, you remember, he's not famous
yet. "Well it was nice meeting you," he says. "Gotta
go open my 763 presents." He's spoiled rotten. Phondeleco
hisses in your ear, "that was a close one! Watch yourself! You
might give us away!" "Sorry," you say.
Later, Justin comes up to you and you start talking. You start to
notice his beautiful blue eyes and the way his hair falls across his
face when you remember that Phondeleco said not to get to know him
very well, because we would have to leave and I'd never see him
again.
You arrive at Justin T.'s of N Sync birthday party. "Now,"
says Phondelecor. "We usually are not supposed to change
history, but this Justin is really annoying me. My wife is in love
with him, and she says she'll divorce me if I don't perm my hair and
sing "Byebyebye" in a girly voice. So, I've come to his
birthday party. He decides here what he's going to be in life. I'm
here to persuade him to be a doctor. Now, while we're there, don't
get a crush on him, because you'll never see him again. Okay?"
"Okay," you say.
