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Mentor Amidst the glaring lights and screaming fans, Britney stood beside Carson Daly. She clutched a black microphone in her right hand, and picked at her cuticles with her left. Wavy, golden locks trickled down her head, across the poofy shoulders of a long, pink blouse with white polka dots. Over the past hour, she had been reunited with people from her past and had met so many more, all courtesy of MTV. But, as she stood there, she couldn't help but feel that something was missing. Someone, to be precise. "It is time now to meet our final surprise guest." Britney's eyes widened, and she looked at the fans crying out around her. Her sights returned to Carson, who glanced up from a red card. 'I'm not sure if Britney will actually remember this person. Um, she's somebody from your distant past, being a mentor figure..." Scanning the stage, Britney watched as a blue screen lit up and a husky silhouette appeared. "Somebody who guided you early in your career," Carson read from the card. Propping her right elbow on her left hand, Britney clutched the microphone to her chest and furrowed her eyebrows. "And is very proud of your success now." Britney raised her index finger from the mic and held it to her lower lip. "And instead of just bringing her out, I figured you need to work for this one a little bit..." The hand against her midsection shot to her side. "Okay." "If you notice, just behind us, that is the figure of our surprise guest." Carson gestured toward the screen behind them, and Britney again gazed upon the shadowy figure. "And I'm gonna let you ask five questions. We've altered her voice, so it's not so easy." "Can I look over here?" Britney pointed to the screen. "Yeah, you can look." "Okay," Britney turned toward the screen. "Can I ask her right now?" "Yeah, ask your first question to the mystery guest." Carson lowered his head. "Uh, what colour hair do you have?" Britney asked the shadow, then glanced toward the audience. "It's blond," a strange, feminine voice responded. She looked back at the screen, at the stationary figure. Her eyes lit up. "It's blond?" "Some would say." "It's blond? And what colour eyes do you have?" She furrowed her brows. "What colour do you want them to be sweetie?" The audience howled, and Britney turned toward them. "Keep going," Carson chided with a smile. "Um, and have we worked together before?" She pivoted on her foot. Drawing her left arm under her right, she held on to her shoulder. "We work all the time," the voice replied, and said more, but the audience's cheers drowned it out. Carson laughed. Britney held the mic to her lips. "I don't know!" she exclaimed. "You don't have any idea?" asked Carson, and she shook her head at him. "I don't know... waywaywaywaywaywait!" She looked again at the screen, then to the audience. Could it really be who she was thinking? Could it be the person whose name the crowds cried out? "It may not be what you're thinking, by the way," Carson commented. Britney hoped that it was. "You might want to ask one more question." He tapped the card against her shoulder. "Ask one more." "Um...," Britney held the mic to her lips. "Do you have a nickname?" She narrowed her yes. A few voices from the audience yelled, "Stinky!" But Britney waited for the shadow's voice. "Well, yeah," the mystery guest replied. "But it's southern." "It's what?" Carson asked, and Britney leaned in for the response. "Southern!" More audience members were now yelling "Stinky!" but were barely audible through random screaming. "Southern," Carson repeated, and Britney squinted at him. He drew both hands to the mic. "Why are we milking this? Come on out, mystery guest!" He held a hand out to the screen. Britney watched as the shadow stood from her sitting position. "I think everybody already knows who I am," the figure said, then stepped out from behind the box. She pulled off a long blond wig and threw it to the side... Or, rather, he. Shrills rang out as Justin Timberlake stepped onto the stage, shedding a black cloak as he walked. He ran a hand over his curls. He kissed Britney's cheek, and they embraced. The beat for "Pop" and the screams of fans drowned into the background as Britney held Justin in her arms. And, as he rubbed her back, she knew now that NOTHING was missing. THE END -------------------------------------- A/N: This last chapter is NOT fiction. This actually took place on the MTV special Total Britney Live. It was the most adorable thing I ever saw!!! I was in the middle of writing this fic when I was watching the program and, as soon as Justin came out, I knew that this HAD to be the last chapter of my fanfic!!! THEY ARE SO CUTE!!! Okay, I'll contain myself... maybe. Please review! Tell me if you think I did justice to this real life occurrence, and if you liked the story in general. Just tell me whatever. It's your review! |