Story about how TRUE LOVE has no true color!!
Disclaimer: written by:Jaye...published by: her lil sister
Set in New York City, Justin Timberlake and Amelia Domineck are the hottest couple in the Manhattan social scene, and their wedding is fast approaching Event of the Year status. Amelia, headstrong and domineering, is not just planning her wedding, she’s choreographing it and Justin seems to simply be along for the ride, as well as Amelia’s assistant Charlotte who after accepting the job wonders if slavery somehow became legal without her realizing it. A Lolita wedding planner, a flakey assistant, and one bridezilla converge together to bring Charlotte and Justin closer and Justin begins to wonder… is this really all that’s left for him? A ring and a promise of forever with Amelia, or does he dare to dream of something more?
Justin Timberlake used to be the biggest icon in pop music, and an even bigger entrepreneur. But a twist of fate took his life, his career, and his future, and smashed it into 100 million pieces. What happens when Justin moves back to his childhood home to try and salvage what's left of his manhood?
The story inspiration:
he stood up out of bed,
it was as high as he could get.
but the limit was the sky,
way back when he was a kid.
but now he's hooked on the casino
'cause it's always an open window
that keeps the wind in his sails
while everything in life just fails.
he used to be a swan
but now that bird is long gone
flown from a property
with no equity
so he buys the sunday paper
he likes to read wedding announcements
is he the son of a doctor
well if so, i bet that choice pleased her father
its not the sanctity of vows,
nor the white picket fence house--
it's the inenvitable parting
the ending of the dream starting.
the medication he's on
keeps him moving along
but he's still afraid to sing
afraid that he will be seen
and look like a fool
like he did at thirty two.
when she finally told the truth:
"i found someone new"
and you may think it is pathetic
sadness must be genetic
but if someone shot you through your window
yeah you may live to feel the wind blow
but will you be able to stand up?
walk around and throw your hands up?
and if those bullets fly again
what the hell will you do then?
yeah, what the hell will you do then?
-imaginary.baseball.league, "sara"
He could press Star 69 but that still won't tell him her name. It's almost four in the morning. Does he even want to know her name? She seems to have issues, and anyway... he's seeing someone. Knowing her name would just complicate things.
3 reasons why Michele loves December.
Merry Christmas LTaylor03! I'm your Secret Santa! I hope you like the story!
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