I don’t like boy-bands. I don’t like pop-music, okay I have a New Kids on the Block tape but in my defense it was the 80’s and I was young. If I were to stereotype me it’d be punky/emo/rock/indie/alternative chick… yeah that’s a mighty big stereotype. But it’s who I am. I work for Spin magazine, yeah every music journalist dream, after Rolling Stone. And I have a wonderful husband, which I really don’t deserve considering all the shit we went through the summer he and I got together. Like every other story out there this is about love.
I was 21, the summer before my senior year at Berkley. Of course I was a journalist major, but on the side I also had a band, that I left back at Chicago, along with so many other things. At that point in my life I was all about ‘sex, drugs, and rock & roll’. Nothing mattered but graduating, my internship, and my falling apart band.
Which lead me to the boys of Nsync. It was an assignment given to me by my editor. Little did I know that simply following my dream would nearly lead me to death, a breakdown, and losing some people that meant a lot to me.
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