It's Gonna Be May
My love for *NSync is no secret. And though I discovered the Backstreet Boys first (and boy did a younger version of myself decline to see *NSync live because I was a BSB fan? Yes. Do I regret it? Every day of my life.), my devotion to *NSync ran deeper and more intense.
It also so happened that my love for *NSync (Specifically JC Chasez) coincided with my teenage years and the birth of the internet and MTV and hormones. Despite our 11 year age difference, I thought we'd end up together surely, one day.
And although I enjoyed Justin Timberlake's solo career, it made me sad that his success would mean I would never see *NSync reunited again (except at the VMA for five seconds as they honored Justin). So this week's Hollywood Walk of Fame honoring brought so much joy to my life and so much nostalgia.
I remember how intense my love was complete with wallpapering my bedroom walls with their posters and listening to their albums non-stop! I wrote fanfiction! Chapters upon chapters of love stories devoted to JC (and Justin, too).
And I had a shit ton of merchandise! The marionnettes, the magazines! The lipgloss! The pencils! I wish I had more but also looking back on it, wow, I had a lot of things I probably didn't need. But I wanted it all.
Thank goodness for Ellen De Generes and having them play cutesy games on her show and just generally come out together as a unit. They all looked so old (adorably old) and sobered by this honor and just watching them come together really makes me wish for a reunion tour. I will travel to see them this time.
I've seen the Backstreet Boys 200% more than I have *Nsync and with this latest development (and the fact that Justin's current album ain't all that), I'm holding out for something. Anything. Vegas residency? Why not. Charity anything? Yes, please. Let's do it, *Nsync. Don't let this be bye bye bye again.