While watching the unfortunately titled Access Hollywood: 10 Stars Undiscovered Before They Were Famous Last Ten Years Show of Holiday Anniversary Special or something like that, I was transported (mentally not like beam me up scotty) to a few years back when I was...*SHOCK* a teeny bopper. This was, in hindsite, the most disgusting time of my life because I liked popstars. Do you remember when you were once in love with a popstar? Be it Justin or Lance, Brian or Nick, the fat one from 98 Degrees or the one from Nsync (NSync, 'Nsync, N'sync, NSYNC, N*Sync) you were [I was] infatuated. You knew JUST KNEW that YOU were the chosen one, you would be the mere peasent who would cross over to the celebrity side and marry the famous one. You would be the one with a television special on your fairytale romance, you would walk down the aisle and see the face of Oprah in the crowd, you would guest star on ... Martha Stewart Living.Then Justin dated Britney, Nick dated Jessica and the dream slowly vanished for many...but not you. Justin would come around, you just knew it...just waiting for that fateful moment when you are dating a celebrity and life is beautiful. And you waited...depending on your sanity or lack there of you kept waiting.
Or perhaps you were a celebrity crush whore - one day your in love with Nick, the next your sure your solemate is Brian. Perhaps you switched to the B-List loves like Ashley Angel (oooooh lol) or maybe became infatuated with half of Westlife (Bryan McFadden, Kian Egan and Mark Feehily) but really who does that?...cough cough.
Then one day it clicked; your not going to marry Prince William. Even if you do go to St. Andrews University in Scotland and work out a lot and practice balancing books on your head (you can stop laughing now) you will not become Queen. Or even Princess Holly - err, I mean Princess InsertYourNameHere. This was a sad day. You realize your dreams don't come true. You will not be Cinderella, there is no Prince Charming and at this very second in time happily ever after is not looking too good.
And Justin Timberlake is engaged to Cameron Diaz.
The end.
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I admit it! I had a crush on Nick...and Justin. I was going to be a popstar. I was going to get a record deal when I turned 16 and move to Orlando Florida. I had a plan.
Then Britney started dating Justin, Nick started dating Paris. Nick arrested...Aaron sued his mother...and I became enamoured with spinsterhood.
Funny how these things work themselves out.
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