The crowd roared as she stepped onto the stage. The cool floor of the stage made her tiny feet feel good as she walked. Wearing a simple pair of jeans and a white tee with ‘JT is dork’ embezzled in baby blue on the front; she made her way to the lone bar stool on the edge of the stage. The lights were bright and the audience got louder as she became visible on the massive stage. Her inner ear was useless, as she removed both of them from her ears. She smiled and flirted with the crowd, she waved like a little child.  Faces she couldn’t see, but she took the time to look around the arena as far as she could see. The posters that were being held up made her smile.

“That’s a very nice poster, you got there,” she said pointing to a guy on the first row. “I’ll make sure to tell him you said he was the luckiest man on the planet! I agree!!” she said with a wide smile and a flirty wink toward the guy.

Looking around and signaling the sound control booth to raise the volume on her microphone a notch, she smiled at the audience. The massive jumbotron behind her had a close-up shot of her face and she pretended to be scared at the sight of it.

“Scary, isn’t it? That thing is huge!” she laughed. Standing from the stool she slowly walked toward the right hand side of the stage’s edge, making that area of the arena even louder as she did so. “I would ask, how you guys are doing tonight but wow, I think I know,” she laughed when the crowd got louder.

“You know,” she started to say as she walked slowly toward the other side. “I usually come out here at this time, sit on my stool here,” she said patting the stool as she walked by it. “And I sing Fairytales for you guys, you know, a very laid back, sexy performance.”

At the mention of sexy, the crowd went into a frenzy, screaming I love yous and she didn’t miss the I love Justin’s either. She laughed and pointed as some more posters in the crowd, giving thumbs up to many of them.

“Tonight though,” she spoke into her microphone. “Tonight is the last show of this tour,” the crowd awed and some booed at the idea, making her laugh again.

“I’ve enjoyed every single moment of this tour, my very first tour. Can you believe that?” the crowd cheered and Amanda placed her right hand over her heart in gratitude. “I owe you.”

Making her way back to her stool, she acted silly for the crowd below her and their cameras, making funny faces and acting like a super model. “When you get those developed you’ll be happy I choose this profession,” she laughed.

“As I was saying, before I interrupted myself,” she giggled. “Tonight is the last show and although every single show has been special, I think tonight is the most special of all.”

“Tonight I get to come out here and hang out with you guys for a few minutes. You know, Justin told,” at the mention of his name, the arena became louder than what it had been, making her jump a bit, but not surprising her at all. She knew the reaction fans had to him and she’d intended to get just that, when she said his name.

“Relax, ladies. Breathe,” she joked. “You wouldn’t like him to see you hyperventilating at my concert, now would you?” she laughed. “I mean I’m not saying that he can see you right now or anything. He’s not here or anything,” she said as the jumbotron displayed the wink she directed at the crowd. The screams shook the stage and she smiled wide.

“It took me twenty some odd years to get here. My cousin, Trace,” not surprisingly, the crowd reacted to that name as well. “He was the person who told me that I needed to do this. For years, he said that I needed to shut up and sing. I don’t know, that doesn’t sound like he’s very smart, but you know what he means,” she joked.

“Looking at every single one of you tonight, I’m so glad I listened. I’m so glad I did it. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart, for making me number one. Thank you,” the crowd cheered and she bowed to them with gratitude and respect.

“None of this would have been possible without the insistence of you know,” she said with a smile and another wink. “You know his name… I’m scared to say his name! You guys are craaazzzyyyyy. It’s just Justin!” she laughed once again when the crowd went wild.

“I wouldn’t be standing here in front of you tonight, if he hadn’t pushed me to be the best that I can be.  I’ve known Justin,” the crowd screamed.

“Justin,” she said making them scream more. “Justin,” she said again.

“Did I mention that you guys are insaneeeee?” she looked behind her, to her band, and laughed as the crowd cheered.

“I’m going to try and not say his name,” she whispered into he microphone. “Let’s just call him the dork. My shirt isn’t just a prop, guys!” she said stretching her tee for the camera to pan in on it.

“I’ve known him my entire life and while some of you might think that’s the greatest thing in the world. It’s not!” she shook her head looking down. “Nah! I’m kidding! I want to thank him tonight for everything that he’s done for me. So thank you, Just…I mean dork!” she said making the crowd louder purposely.

“I wish he could be here tonight, but I’m sorry I can’t deliver him to you,” she said sadly. “But I made him record a message for you. Yeah you heard me, made him,” she laughed.

“I haven’t seen the video myself,” she said standing in the center of the stage pointing behind her to the jumbotron. “I’m curious, aren’t you?” she asked the crowd and the response made the stage shake once again.

“Before you see that, though. I want to thank all of you again for coming tonight. I appreciate every single word you’ve sung along with me. Every single poster you’ve taken the time to make. I thank you from the deepest part of my heart,” once again, she bowed and blew kisses at the crowd. “Be safe driving to your homes and destinations! I love you guys! GOOD NIGHT!”

The lights went down on the stage as she scurried backstage, for the wardrobe change, for the encore performance. As the melody for Get Out was played, Amanda’s ten dancers took the stage, illuminating it once again.

Suddenly the music stops, and the dancers stand in formation and the house lights go down again.  The jumbotron comes to life and the crowd grows insanely loud. Justin Timberlake is on the screen. He’s walking down a hallway of what seems to be the backstage area. He seems stressed and antsy as he looks around. Finding that no one is around, he goes into a cafeteria where Johnny Wright is sitting at a table drinking a cup of coffee and looking at something on his Sidekick.

“Where’s Jo, Johnny?” he asks in a rushed voice as he looks around the room.

“She just got off stage, she’s getting ready for her encore,” Johnny said calmly.

“What?! She can’t be, I was supposed to record a message for the fans for the show tonight. I forgot!”

“Ohh man! She told them you’d send a message. You’re in trouble, Justin.” Johnny said shaking his head.

“No, I’m not. I’ve got a better idea,” Justin says and he leaves the room and the camera pans away from him and across the backstage area.

The audience sees the backstage area and dozens of people rushing around with headsets on and clipboards in their hands. On the far corner, is a black curtain, covering a cube-sized area. Trace Ayala is standing just outside the curtain as Amanda flings the curtain open and steps out in her encore costume. A scowl is on her face and she has her Sidekick n her hand.

“Where’s Justin, Trace?” she asks irritated and the crowd laughs at her gestures.

“I don’t know,” Trace shrugs. “How should I know? I’ve been here all night. Haven’t seen him,” he said with a shrug once again.

“He forgot!”

“He forgot, what?” Trace asks as he looks at his own clipboard and then at her. “Your boot’s unzipped,” he tells her and she angrily zips up the thigh high boots without a word.

“Johnny just sent me a message saying that Justin forgot! How could he have forgotten?”

“He forgot what?!” Trace asked confused and irritated which makes the audience laugh.

Amanda peeked at the audience as they watched the jumbotron and was glad that Trace’s idea was a hit. The lights were down so that the jumbotron was the only object shading light onto the first few rows but she could tell they were enjoying the video.

“Oh my god!” Amanda on the screen said as she stormed away from him, pushing her Sidekick into his chest. Make-up people surrounded her as she walked toward her marked cue, for her encore performance. “He owes me big!” she yells before her headset microphone is adjusted on her head. “Huge!”

The camera follows her underneath the stage were she climbs on an elevating rig that will take her to the highest point of the stage, stopping directly in front of the jumbotron. Before her microphone goes live in the video, she yells, “I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!”

The audience goes wild when the words come out live instead of on the jumbotron. The jumbotron goes blank and the arena is dark. The spotlight comes on to show, Amanda on the rig looking over the crowd and she smiles.

A second spotlight goes on, and the bottom portion of the stage is illuminated directly in the middle of the dancers. A similar rig comes out of the ground floor and Justin Timberlake is standing on it.

“You looking for me, Jo?” he says into his headset microphone. The crowd is deafening then.

“Maybe,” Amanda says from where she is.

“Can I help you with something?” he asks and the crowd goes crazy at the sound of his booming voice.

“Maybe,” Amanda said with a smile.

“I know I messed up, so what do you want me to do?” he asks playing the part.

“Dance with me, homeboy,” Amanda says and the light go down while the crowd get louder.

“My pleasure,” Justin says in the dark with a sexy voice that makes the crowd cheer.

Pyro suddenly takes over the stage and the lights illuminate the place. The crowd cheers at the spectacle and when it’s over. Justin and Amanda are standing in the middle of the stage surrounded by the dancers.

“My homie since knee high, We came up on the south side,” Amanda belts out as she struts around Justin, and the female dancers follow her lead, mimicking her with their male dance partners. “Where you had to beat the street lights home, We got into some street fights, But the next day we be right back in it all,” she sings as she positions herself ifront of Justin, who stands there watching her. Her back is to the audience as she looks up at him and dances seductively to the beat of the song. “Wherever there was me, there was you, And we were like glue, Straight from junior high school, Then you messed it all up,” she turns around to face the crowd and makes her back flush against justin’s front, as she dances slowly. “Started pushing up,” she sang as justin leaned over and placed his lips on her cheek, making the crowd roar with excitement. “Kissed me on the cheek, And I fell in loveeeeeee.”

The stage is completely illuminated by lights as their dance number starts. Justin and Amanda are next to eachother again and they break into a dance number, Justin takes the lead dancing while Amanda continues singing. "Shorty’s a little taller now, Into big thing, he’s a baller now, His heart never changed, I can see he’s still down, I can’t forget him (no no no no), More than his voice is changing now All that I see is rearranging now (now), Its just ain’t the same, Catchin feelings now, I should tell him..."

The audience is ready to sing along with Amanda like they’ve been doing all night, but cheer when they hear Justin’s voice, instead.

“Oooh when the girl next door, Don’t want to be my homegirl no more, Saw something that she never saw before, I think she wants to be my baby, baby,” his hands are on Amanda’s hips as they master Marty’s choreography on the large stage. “Been thinking bout her all my life, my life, Now I see her in a whole new light, Something about it feels so right, that’s why, I think she wants to be my baby, baby.”

Amanda picks up the chorus as they effortlessly continue their choreography. “Every night when we get home, Undercovers talking on the phone, Here comes my mother, It’s way too late, Might get in trouble, My heart can’t wait, so much to say, Writing till my hand cramps up, Four pages saying I’m in love, I got a crush, Can’t get you off my mind, can you pick me up baby, I’m sure I’ll be fine when I look into your eyes.”

Justin smiles at the audience as he dances close to Amanda and winks at them before going into the chorus. “Shorty’s a little taller now, Into big things, she’s a baller now, Her heart’s never changed, I can see she’s still down, I can’t foget her, More than her hips’ changing now,” as he sang the words he smooths his hands over her hips and the crowd is insane. Amanda smiles. “All that I see is rearranging now, It just ain’t the same, Catching feelings now, I should tell her, gotta tell her that I love her.”

Amanda picks up the song once again and the end of the performance is nearing. “Oooh when the boy next door, Don’t want to be my homeboy no more, Saw something that he never saw before, I think he wants to be my baby, baby, Been thinking bout him all my life, my life, Now I see him in a whole new light,” she sings as she looks over her shoulder at him before fanning herself for the audiences’ benfit, making them cheer. “Something about it feels so right, that’s why, I think he wants to be my baby, baby.”

They break apart and the dancers followed suit as they had been during the entire performeance. The dancers continue a different dance routine in the middle of the stage while Amanda and Justin head over to opposite sides of the stage.

Together they ask the audience to sing with them. “You know the words, sing with us, if you don’t, the words are on the screen behind me. Sing!” Justin screams out loudly before both of them start singing together, perfectly in synch. “Chocolate covered candy kisses, They keep me reminiscing, All I want is what your giving, Nothing like your affection, So in love and you’re the reason, There’s no more lonely season, Lately, you drive me crazy, Think I wanna be your baby.”

The music gets really low and Amanda sings in a whisper. “Oh-we-oh, Oh oh oh, don’t wanna be my homeboy no more, Oh-we-oh-oh-we-oh, Oh oh oh…..

Justin follows suit and he sings in a whisper as well as they meet eacother in the middle of the stage. The dancers have scattered off the stage and the spot light illuminates them. “Oh-we-oh, Oh oh oh, don’t wanna be my homegirl no more, Oh-we-oh-oh-we-oh
Oh oh oh…..”

Amanda and Justin are standing back to back, both a little out of breath but smiles adorns their face.

The music has stpped completely and in accapella, she sings. “I think he wants to be my baby, baby…”

Justin looks over his shoulder and does the same. “I think she wants to be my baby, baby…”

“We love you! GOODNIGHT!” they say and bow to the audience before waving and exiting the stage while the dancers appeared to close the show to the tune of Homeboy once again.

“That went well,” Justin said kissing Amanda on the lips quickly as they walked backstage. Towels and water bottles were handed to them as they rushed to the bus.

“Yeah, I think so. It was fun,” Amanda said a bit out of breath. “Glad we can go home and relax for a while though.”

“I hear ya,” Justin chuckled.

“Wait,” Amanda said stopping her steady walk in front of their bus.

“What?” Justin asked confused.

“I want you to meet somebody,” Amanda said grabbing his hand and pulling him around the other side of their bus.

“Now?” Justin asked shocked.

“Yeah,” Amanda said pulling him behind her as much as she could, considering she was three feet shorter than he was.

“Who?” Justin asked as he handed Eric his towel and water. The four bodyguards that surrounded them as their steady walk stopped in front of the bus.

“There she is,” Amanda said pointing to a crowd of press who snapped pictures as they approached. “Lynn!”

“Who the hell is Lynn?” Justin asked loudly.

“Hey girl,” this woman turns to them and smiles.

“Hey,” Amanda says. “Lynn, meet Justin. Justin, this is Lynn. She wants to work with us.”

“Work with us? On what?” Justin asked looking down at his girlfriend with a raised brow.

“Well, she’s a writer, homeboy. She’s going to write about us.” Amanda said with a smile.

“Write about what? Does Trace know about this?” Justin asked completely off topic.

“Yup,” Trace said from behind them.

“Jesus, Trace! Don’t creep up on us!” Amanda yelled. “Anyway I just wanted you to meet her.”

“Umm.. okay,” Justin said hesitantly. “It’s a pleasure meeting you, Lynn.”

“The pleasure is mine, Justin,” Lynn says with a sincere smile. “You guys better get on that bus,” she says as she looks behind them to see a crowd of fans outside the parking lot, waiting for their departure.

“We’ll see you later, Lynn!” Amanda yells behind her as she’s rushed to the bus along with Justin and Trace.

“What have you gotten us into, Jo?” Justin asks before the doors to the bus closes behind them and they’re gone.