"I don't know why you're so nervous," JC said as he pulled into the nearest parking spot he could find to the building the Girl Radical rehearsal was being held.

"This is like meeting your parents," Rachel told him as she climbed from his car. She ran a hand through her hair nervously, tangling the wavy curls she worked long for that afternoon.

"You've met my parents," JC walked around his car to Rachel. He hit the button on his keys, locking the doors before he stuffed them in his pocket. "And if I recall correctly, you were no where near this nervous. You weren't nervous at all." He reached out fixing a curl that had stayed across Rachel's part on her head.

"I was sixteen when I met them JC! And I met them as Lance's sister. I didn't meet them as your girlfriend."

"There's a difference?"

"Yes!" Rachel said exasperated. She didn't understand why JC didn't get why she was nervous. She was minutes away from meeting most of the members of Girl Radical. She had to make a good impression on them. If they didn't like her, it could spell disaster for their relationship.

"You're crazy." At Rachel's glare, JC realized maybe he shouldn't have used those words. "Calm down," he told her, brushing his fingers on the side of her face. "Stop stressing."

"But I want them to like me."

"They will," JC told her truthfully. The girls had been bugging him nonstop the past couple of days for him to bring Rachel so they could meet her. It had taken him this long to talk her into it. "They will love you," he promised. 'Like I do.'

"Okay," Rachel blew out a breath. She took JC's hand, threading their fingers. "But the first sign of some evil plot to rid me from their Dad..."

JC burst out laughing missing the rest of her sentence. He dropped Rachel's hand, wrapping his arm around her neck, pulling her into his side. "You need to turn off your brain."

Seeing the words, Rachel sighed. She wrapped her arm around JC's waist settling into his side. "Sometimes I wish I could. My head has been overworking since the accident. Guess not being able to hear makes me think too much."

"Well stop it." They reached the rehearsal hall; JC opened the door with his free hand, allowing Rachel to walk through before him. He grabbed the inner door over her head as she pulled it open, holding it for her.

"Wow," Rachel said as she looked around the room taking in the high ceilings and mirrored wall. "Warehouse with no air conditioner was just a boy band thing, huh?"

JC laughed. When NSYNC first started they rehearsed in warehouses with no air conditioner in the Florida heat. It was hell. The guys figured it was hotter in the warehouse than it was in Hell. He had lost weight he really hadn't been able to afford. "Compared to where we rehearsed this is high end."

"The no air conditioning made you guys tough."

"Dehydrated more like it," he said with a smile. He laid a hand against the small of her back as the girls gathered together. If he didn't know better, he would have guessed they were just as nervous as Rachel. He ducked his head rolling his eyes. 'Women,' he thought. "Rachel these are the girls that have been driving me nuts the past few months. Teaching me way more than I ever wanted to know about girls... well, when they put down their phones anyway."

"Like you didn't know a lot about girls anyway," Rachel rolled her eyes.

"All they talk about are boys."

Rachel grinned at the girls in front of her. "That's what us girls do. Talk about boys. How much we like them, how much they drive us nuts and how much we want to kill them. Hi, I'm Rachel. All I ask is that you please don't all talk at once...."

"Good luck with that," JC muttered. He stayed at her side just in case. In case of what he didn't know. It just seemed like a good idea to stay with her.

"Hi, I'm Meeghan," a young Asian girl with long black hair. introduced herself first.

Rachel looked down at her phone reading the girl's name. "Hello Megan. What?" She asked looking at the girl when she shook her head. She looked at JC in question.

"It's not Megan," JC explained.

"Oh I'm sorry," Rachel blushed. "That's how it popped up on my phone."

"It's alright," Meeghan said. "I get it a lot. Just remember it's not 'May', it's 'me'."

"Meeghan?" When Meeghan grinned she knew she got it right.

"I'm Chase," a short girl, with blue eyes and blonde wavy curls pulling back into a messy bun. "Like the Bank, which I founded back in '55." That caused Rachel to laugh.

"I'm Alex." Rachel smiled at the tall, brunette with long legs.

"Darina." The short black girl introduced herself. From her form Rachel knew she was dancer. Of course they all were dancers of some sort, but Darina had the body of someone who had been dancing for a long time.

"Kota," Kota was a beautiful girl with porcelain features. The silver-white hair only enhanced them. It made Rachel wonder if her eyes were that bright blue or if they were contacts.

"And I'm Jessica." The final brunette introduced herself.

"JC adorned all her walls when she was younger," Alex spoke up causing everyone to laugh.

"That's alright," Rachel chuckled seeing the girl blush. She wondered how much teasing the girl took when she revealed that piece of information. "He adorned a lot of girls' walls."

"Yours?" Chase asked.

"Never," she laughed.

"I bet it was Justin," Meeghan spoke.

"Absolutely not," Rachel said with a firm shake of her head. "Actually it was Joey..." she watched as they all gasped and started talking about once. Her phone couldn't keep up with their conversations. "McIntyre! It was Joey McIntyre!"

JC watched proudly as Rachel was swallowed into the group as they all started talking about the one topic they knew best: boys. He rolled his eyes and walked over to Jimmy who was watching the giggling fest with an amused expression.

"Now I know why you had them come early. Knew that was going to happen?"

"Yup," JC grinned looking back at Rachel. Her eyes were bright and her smile was big. He felt as if he'd just become king. When he met her eyes above the girls' heads he winked at her. "Hey, I was having a problem on a part for a song. Not coming together like I want it..." As they walked to the corner where the piano sat he explained to Jimmy all about the song he was writing for Rachel.

*~*

"They sure became fast friends," Rachel said to JC when he came to stand next to her as the girls made their way from the room; happy to finally be free. "You sure picked a good group of girls."

"We definitely lucked out," JC nodded as the door closed on their talking and laughter, encasing the room in silence. With any group there had to be a certain dynamic. There had to be respect for the other members. If any one member thought they were better than another, the dynamic would collapse and it didn't matter how much talent was in the group. They had to view themselves as equal, no one was better than another. It was something he preached early on.

"You did. I can't wait to meet the others."

"It's hard to get everyone together. Usually we're missing one or two. Everyone still has their own things going on. School, jobs. But," he shrugged. "We make do."

"Well, you're doing a fantastic job," she pecked his cheek. "They look great and I bet they sound even better."

"Careful C," Jimmy broke in, chuckling. "She's buttering you up for something."

Rachel's lips parted as she read the new words. "I am not!"

"You are laying it on pretty thick," JC teased, his eyes sparkling.

"No way," she shook her head. "I'm just being honest. They look really good. You guys did a great job and I hope they go far. I'm not just blowing smoke, I mean it. Trust me, you'll know when I'm angling for something and you won't stand a chance."

Jimmy laughed. It made him incredibly happy to see JC looking relaxed and happy. Seeing them together he thought it was funny they didn't discover their feelings for each other years ago; that it took them this long to realize. He had a feeling their relationship was going to last for a long, long time.

"And you were nervous," JC grinned, wrapping an arm around Rachel's neck, pulling her around to stand in front of him. "You had nothing to worry about. If you had only listened to me."

"Yeah yeah yeah," she rolled her eyes after reading her phone. "Wipe the smug look off your face; it's not very becoming."

He laughed and leaned down and kissed her.

"Knock that shit off," Jimmy grumbled. "You're gonna turn into a love sick fool who spends all of his time on his cell phone texting how much he misses you. 'I miss you more.' 'No I miss you more.' 'You hang up first.' 'No you hang up first.'" He mocked. "He'll be useless."

JC grinned against Rachel's lips before he pulled away. "I think we're making Jimmy jealous."

"Shit," Jimmy muttered. "Before you split I think I have something for the song you're working on. You got anywhere you need to be?"

"You alright with sticking around a little longer?" JC asked. "We won't be too much longer; there's someone else slated to use the room."

Rachel shook her head. "Go ahead," she motioned toward the piano. She had no where to be. Her calendar had been emptied and it was kind of nice. Sometimes it got a little boring, but it was nice not having to be at a bunch of places and she could do whatever she wanted for however long she wanted.

There would come a time where she would have to start full-filling some of her contract obligations. That meant sitting down with representatives from the companies and reworking some things. She had a meeting tomorrow with her record label about the release of a new single. She wasn't sure she wanted to release the next song off her Blown Away album. After all, she couldn't promote the single. She couldn't film a video for it. Her fans who had purchased the album and attended her concerts knew the song. She just wasn't sure how good it would do.

She watched Jimmy at the piano his hands on the keys, his face tilted up looking at JC as he talked. The music for 'So Small' had stalled which frustrated JC to no end and it killed her not being able to help. If she could hear the music, she might have been able to provide a riff that would get JC's brain moving again. She hoped Jimmy would be able to help him.

As Jimmy started playing, the door to the room opened and Rachel watched as a couple guys walked through carrying equipment. She gave them a small, welcoming smile as she moved out of their way. She didn't recognize them, but that didn't mean anything. There were a lot of unknown bands floating around the LA area.

"We'll be out of your hair in a minute," JC said to one of the guys, who didn't look older than twenty.

"It's cool, Man," the kid said with a smile as he sat the amp down. "We have to carry all this stuff in and set up." He let his eyes drift toward the blonde standing alone, watching them silently. She looked familiar, but he couldn't place her. He wondered if she danced. She was hotter than the dancer they hired for their video. He eyed her up and down, giving her a smile and a wink. Her eyes drifted back to the man standing at the piano; the one who had spoken to him when he walked in. The man was staring - glaring - in his direction. He was smart enough to decipher the look. The blonde was off limits.

Rachel giggled seeing the glare JC had sent the young kid who had been eying her. As the kid went back outside, presumably to carry in more gear, she made her way over to the piano. She let her hand drift across his back as she passed him to stand to the side of the piano. She crossed her arms across the top and leaned against it, watching.

"Are you even paying attention?" Jimmy asked glancing at JC whose eyes had moved back to the kid as he reentered.

"Yes," JC removed his eyes from the kid back to the piano.

"Right," Jimmy rolled his eyes. "Pay attention this time," he said as he started the piano riff again.

Rachel played around with her phone as she waited for JC and Jimmy to work out the kinks and fit what Jimmy had just played to what JC already had written. The band continued to set their equipment up. She snapped a photo of the two men. 'Making magic happen!' She tweeted.

Placing her chin in her hand she browsed her Twitter time line. JC and Jimmy were lost in the music and judging from their smiles and nods it was coming together. The band had all their equipment inside and they were now setting everything up where they wanted. Giving them a final look she stared at her phone scrolling through her mentions.

'Are you going to be working with @GirlRadical now?'

'They don't need my help. They are surrounded by great and talented people already. Can't wait to meet the rest of @GirlRadical!'

Refreshing her mentions, she smiled reading the comments from the girls she met today. She had so much fun with all of them. Her sides ached from laughing so much. The girls were refreshing to be around.

The pain was sharp and sudden. Rachel dropped her phone onto the piano and pressed her palms into her ears, clenching her eyes shut. The nauseous feeling came back. She was scared. What was going on? What was happening? But she was too afraid to open her eyes to find out. Hands grabbed her and carefully lowered her to the floor on her knees. She swore she could hear her name being shouted which was impossible. She couldn't hear.

"Damnit," JC muttered as he pulled Rachel against his chest. He sent a glare to the men behind him, but they were too busy arguing over whose fault it was for their blown amp. His heart had yet to calm. It still pounded wildly in his chest. The loud explosion of a sound had caught him off guard. He had nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Is she okay?" Jimmy asked rubbing his chest; his own heart doing double time. He been around the scene long enough to have been near a speaker blowing or an amp. Trapped in this room where every sound was echoed, amplified the noise.

"I don't know," JC said worried. He hadn't expected Rachel to be affected by the noise. He didn't expect her to have a reaction. His heart had nearly trampled over itself when he looked at Rachel after the noise and seen her clutched her ears in pain. He held her against his body and started rocking slowly, hoping that would calm her down enough so he could find out what was wrong.

"Don't," Rachel whispered taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly. "Please don't move."

JC stopped immediately. He felt his phone in the front pocket of his jeans, but didn't want to jostle Rachel too much in digging it out. He nodded toward Rachel's phone still on top of the piano. Jimmy handed it to him. With one hand, JC opened up the talk-to-text application. "Talk to me Rachel," he spoke. "I need you to tell me what's going on." He gave her a little nudge.

Rachel focused her eyes on the phone, reading JC's words. "I don't know, JC. I was fine, then all of a sudden pain. It doesn't hurt so much anymore. What happened? Did something happen?" She lifted her head from JC's chest slowly to look at him.

It was that movement that alerted Jimmy. "JC," he said. He crouched down next to JC and reached out, gingerly turning Rachel's head to show JC her ear. There was a thin trail of blood leading out of the canal.

"Shit," JC said staring at the blood. He turned her head to look at her other ear, seeing the same trail of blood.

"What?" Rachel asked seeing their worried faces. She lifted her hand and touched one of her ears. She felt the foreign substance and pulled her hand away. She gasped seeing the blood on her fingers. "JC..." Now she was scared. Why was she bleeding? What was going on?

JC wrapped her in his arms hearing the waver in Rachel's voice. He knew she was scared and worried. He was too. When he pulled back he kissed her softly. "Come on; I'll take you to the hospital."

Jimmy gathered their things while JC helped Rachel to her feet. He wasn't sure what he should be doing so he held the door open, allowing JC and Rachel to pass and stayed with them as they walked to JC's car; just in case he was needed. When JC shut the door after Rachel sat in the passenger seat, he shot him a questioning look. "What happened?"

"I don't know Man," JC said reaching for the few things he had brought with him. He opened up the backseat door and tossed them in. "I have no idea."

"Alright," Jimmy clasped JC on the back. "Let me know what you find out?"

"Yeah man, I will," JC hurried around the front of his car and climbed in the drivers' seat. As he pulled into traffic, he reached for Rachel's hand, threading their fingers together. He sent her a reassuring smile all the while his insides were twisted. He was scared and he did his best not to let Rachel see. The last thing she needed was to know that he was just as scared as she was.

*~*

"JC?" Lance called out hesitantly, looking at the curtains drawn cubicles of the emergency room.

"Here," JC parted the curtain and stuck his head out, spotting Lance and Michael. He held the curtain open allowing the men to enter.

"You didn't have to come," Rachel told Lance when she saw him. He took her hands staring at her before drawing her into a hug. "I'm okay," she wrapped her arms around him.

"I'm getting tired of getting these phone calls," Lance told her, half teasing. His sister sat on the end of the gurney with her legs dangling. There was a cotton ball in both of her ears. "New fashion statement?"

Rachel lifted JC's cell phone lying on the gurney next to her thigh. Her cell phone was missing at the moment. She hoped it was in the backseat of JC's car mixed in with the things Jimmy had gathered. "I told JC not to call. He didn't listen."

"They had you back for tests a long time and I caved," JC shrugged. He wasn't all that apologetic. At the time he'd been left alone in the small cubicle, sitting on the gurney in the same spot Rachel sat now. He listened to all the sounds around him. As time passed he grew worried thinking whatever injury Rachel had was more serious than the doctor originally thought. Despite Rachel telling him not to call Lance, he did.

"So what's going on?" Lance asked. "What did you find out? Do you have to stay over night?"

Rachel shook her head meeting Lance's gaze again. "Ruptured both ear drums again. They want me to keep cotton in my ears to ward off infection."

"So it's another wait again?" Michael asked. The only thing you can do for ruptured ear drums, as they found out after Rachel's accident, was to wait. They would heal on their own.

"Yeah," Rachel sighed. Time had started all over again. She was still on the healing clock from the first round of ruptured ear drums from her car accident. Those hadn't fully healed and now they were reinjured. "I still have my appointment day after tomorrow with the ear doc. Probably find out more then. Hopefully..."

"Are you ready to go then?" Lance asked.

"Just waiting on discharge papers then I'll be ready," Rachel said. "The nurse will be bringing them; though I'm sure she's in the bathroom primping in the mirror." She rolled her eyes.

JC grinned happily at Rachel's words. "Someone's a little jealous," he explained for Lance and Michael's benefit.

"I am not jealous," Rachel huffed.

"Right," JC drew out slowly. "She was jealous," he told Lance and Michael.

Lance laughed seeing his sister's face. "I don't think I've ever seen you jealous."

"That's because I'm not jealous," Rachel told him. "I'm not!" She repeated seeing Lance and Michael send her disbelieving looks. "Oh don't you have a radio show to get to?"

"Nah, we got time," Lance grinned. "I wanna hear more about this nurse."

Rachel glared at Lance. "Funny. I thought your type was nice, Jewish boys. Nurses seem more Joey's type."

"It was cute," JC sat down behind Rachel on the gurney with his legs hanging off the side. His hip nudged the small of her back; his shoulder between her shoulder blades. A small grew on his face when he felt her arc back into him. Lifting the hand of the arm closest to Rachel, he wrapped it around her. It was amusing to see Rachel get jealous. She had tried to hide it - poorly - but it still came across. Her eyes had turned a dark jade color. The small on her face became forced and fake; not the easy, open one he was used to seeing.

"She was hoping you were injured so she could lay you down and give you a thorough examination," Rachel muttered.

"Not jealous at all," Michael grinned.

"Not at all," Lance echoed.

"I could have been laying here bleeding profusely and she would have still drooled all over JC..."

JC smiled as he turned his head and leaned forward pressing a kiss into her hair, his hand tightening across her stomach. At that moment the nurse walked through the curtain with papers in her hand. When Rachel folded her arm across his, entwining their fingers on her stomach, he ducked his head, hiding his grin.

"Well..." the nurse's eyes widened, catching sight of the two new men in the room, "I certainly wasn't expecting this. I think this is about the biggest star power we've had behind these curtains. Any other NSYNC members going to be popping out?"

"I don't think so," Lance bit back the grin seeing Rachel roll her eyes behind the nurse's back and smiled nicely. Turning away from him, Lance watched the nurse smile at JC and he saw what Rachel was talking about. He'd be in the same boat if a man looked at Michael the same way the nurse was looking at JC. One thing he notice though, JC didn't even know the woman was alive. 'Oh Rachel,' he thought. 'You don't have to worry about a thing.'

"Are those my discharge papers?" Rachel asked, bringing the reason they were gathered in the emergency room to the foreground. After all, she was supposed to be the center of attention right now. She was the one injured.

"Yes," the nurse drew her gaze to country singer and went over the paperwork; her eyes flickering to the man sitting behind her often. "Any questions?" She asked, looking at JC.

Lance had a couple but he swallowed them at the look Rachel shot him. He shook his head instead. The most important thing right now was getting Rachel out of the hospital.

"Alright," the nurse said once Rachel signed the discharge form. "You're free to go," she said almost sadly.

"Whew," Michael rubbed his upper arms feverishly after the nurse left. "It's cold in here," he stated causing JC and Lance to laugh.

"You really oughta work on your people skills, Sis," Lance teased as his sister hopped off the gurney.

"She oughta work on her bedside manner," Rachel huffed as she folded the papers in her hand in half.

"Bedside manner seemed fine to me," JC grinned when Rachel glared at him.

"I'll bet it did."

JC laughed as Rachel started mumbling something about men and dogs. He wrapped his arm around her neck, pulling her to his side as the four of them walked through the parking lot toward his car.

"Can you take credit for hooking them up?" Michael asked watching JC and Rachel.

"Totally," Lance said. He was very good at introducing people who he thought would make a great couple. So far, he was credited with nine relationships. It didn't matter if they were straight or gay; he just had the knack for knowing the people who should be together.

"Then they definitely go down for being the ones who took the longest getting together."

"No kidding. Took 'em awhile."

"Took who awhile?" JC asked as Rachel opened the door to the backseat and started searching through the things Jimmy had tossed in the back for her phone.

"You and Rachel to finally hook up. I only introduced you seventeen years ago."

"Was that your intention?" JC tried to imagine what it would have been like for them if they had started dating back when they had first met. It was sort of surreal to think about. Would they have made it through everything that had happened in their lives? Would the things that happened to them still happened or would they have been sent on different paths?

"Absolutely not," Lance chuckled. "None of you guys were good enough for her.

"What was wrong with us!"

Lance laughed. "Right. You know exactly how every one of you acted in Germany. Rachel knows how you guys were in Germany."

"Ah-ha!" Rachel held up her cell phone in the air victorious. "I knew it was in here." At least she had hoped it was in there. She made a face seeing all the alerts. "There goes my relaxing afternoon." There were a lot of emails and texts from Alison and Megan, representatives from her record label, her mom. "Did you call Mom?"

Lance grimaced. "I forgot. I take it she heard?"

Rachel nodded. "And knowing the reports they were way off." She quickly fired off a text to her mother, reassuring her that she was indeed okay.

"Are you coming home or to JC's?" Lance asked checking the time on his phone. He needed to hurry home before his show started without him.

"Home," Rachel told him reading the words from JC's phone. She still held the device and felt bad for commandeering his phone so much. "Do you want me to ride with Lance?" She looked at JC.

"I can take you home."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," JC nodded. He just wasn't ready to let her go yet.

*~*

"Welcome back to Dirty Pop on OutQ108 with me, Lance Bass," Lance spoke into the microphone, swiveling in his chair. "We have a brand new peanut in the house."

"Brand new," Drew echoed.

"We're popping his cherry today..."

"I've done this radio stuff a time or two..."

"Nothing like this," Lance grinned. "I'm sure you listeners recognized that voice just now. Please give a Dirty Pop welcome to JC Chasez!"

"Thanks," JC grinned.

"I think our listeners just doubled," Drew pushing aside the notes he made for the second half of the day's show. He hadn't expected JC to come down to the basement for the show. The older man had been upstairs with Rachel when he arrived.

JC chuckled. "I wouldn't go that far now. I'm just me."

"And everyone wants to know what you've been up to; where you've been hiding?" Lance asked with a smile as Lisa took a picture of JC, no doubt tweeting it out. "And what's up with you and my sister?"

"I see you're going straight for the tough questions."

"Dirty Pop's a tough radio show. We go for the dirt."

"We make it happen on this show."

"Right," JC laughed. "Rachel and I are dating. It's not a secret..."

"With the way she's posting photos on Twitter it's definitely not a secret."

"No; she's addicted to Twitter," JC stated. "I manage twelve girls all in their early twenties with one being nineteen. They aren't as addicted like Rachel."

"You're gonna get in trouble," Michael said chuckling. He agreed with JC though; Rachel was addicted to the social media site.

"Nah," JC laughed. "I tell her that all the time. She knows. But she does interact with a lot of her fans. More so now since her accident. I don't know how she keeps up with her mentions. I tweet one thing and I'm bogged down and behind. By the time I think I've read them all, there are more to go through. It's crazy."

"I wouldn't know what you're talking about," Drew said causing laughter.

"There's a science," Lance explained. "I don't read all the tweets that come my way. Sometimes it's impossible. I do read a lot. Some days I read more than others just depends on what I'm doing that day."

"Or if you're waiting for something," Lisa broke in.

"That's usually the time when I'll respond if I'm waiting to start an interview or something. I can't imagine what it would be like if we had Twitter accounts back during NSYNC."

"Oh it would be crazy for sure," JC said. "I get some pretty crazy tweets now. Just multiply those by a hundred. There would be no way we could read all the tweets we'd get or even come close to responding to them all."

"Today we see people like Justin Beiber and Lady Gaga with millions and millions of followers," Drew spoke. "Backstreet Boys have only garnered half a million followers and they were one of the top boy bands...."

"Heeeey," Lance and JC spoke.

"I'm just saying, it was you guys and Backstreet Boys," Drew explained. "Those two bands were 'it' in the 90s and early 2000s. You guys sold millions of albums, completely shut down Time Square. Anything with your faces or names sold...What I'm asking; you guys think you could match the numbers Beiber and Gaga have put up?"

"Without a doubt," JC said. "If Twitter was as popular back in the late 90s, early 2000s I say we blow their numbers away. Collectively as a group."

"So you think under an NSYNC account you'd blow away the numbers Gaga and Beiber have put up, but broken down into your own accounts, you don't think you would have that many followers?"

"I don't believe that," Lance shook his head. "NSYNC would crush the top numbers today. Individually, well... okay. Not all of us would get Beiber-like numbers. Justin definitely would and JC would as well. He just doesn't want to come out and say it. The rest of us would be vying for the numbers."

"You saying your fan base didn't match up?" Drew asked.

"Compared to Justin's and JC's? Not even close."

"Well look on the bright side," Michael grinned. "You have more than JC now."

Lance laughed. "That is true. But considering he's tweeting now, he's going to be gaining a lot more followers. I better enjoy this while I can."

"I'd just like to have half as many followers as Rachel," JC chuckled. "I think she was close to five million."

"How fair is that," Lance said, shaking his head. "I'm struggling to make it to half a million and Rachel is almost at five million? Come on people! We're the same person!"

"I only have nine hundred," Lisa spoke up quietly.

"Quality over quantity."

"Says the guy with the most followers in this room," Drew rolled his eyes.

"We'll curb this talk of Twitter and the number of followers and take a break right now. When we come back, we'll jump on the topic of this group JC has put together by the name of Girl Radical. So don't go anywhere, we'll be right back."