So I put my hand on his on the microphone and said, "Here, baby, this is how you do it," and turned it on for him.
I used to be a DJ.
In December of 2000, I was hired for a party for the staff of the San Diego Sports Arena. My boss explained to me that I would have to be escorted by security to the backstage area, because *NSYNC was playing a show there that night.
Upon arrival, as I started sorting out what wires hook into what amp, a gentleman wearing a walkie-talkie holster strolled up to me and introduced himself authoritatively as Ralph. "Do you know what's going on here tonight?" Ralph asked me. "Yes," I replied, "it's a party for the staff and some of the crew." Ralph responded, "And the band will probably be here, too."
Shortly thereafter, I discovered that my bladder had been begging to be emptied for about 20 minutes. I put on a good four-minute song to give myself time and headed down off the stage. I walked past the bar and saw...JC Chasez.
After returning from the bathroom, I don't remember the exact sequence of events, but here's a list of what happened:
Later, Justin came up onto my stage again, asked to use my mic, and proceeded to speak into it even though it wasn't not live. So I put my hand on his on the microphone and said, "Here, baby, this is how you do it," and turned it on for him.
He continued: "Hey, everybody! If you see her at the bar, say hi or get her a drink or something, because you know, it's Britney's birthday today!" I looked down, and standing not three feet in front of me was Britney Spears.
Anyway, the rest of the night is a bit of a blur, except for when I actually did play a Backstreet Boys song in defiance. Some guy came running up and apologized for me on the mic, saying I didn't know not to play BB. Oh, I knew. Justin Timberlake had told me not to.
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