"What the hell is taking them so long?!," one of my friends, Veronica, wondered out loud. "Ronnie, think about it...these guys get mobbed almost everywhere they go, plus they've got a jam packed schedule," another one of my friends, Jesse, reasoned. I rolled my eyes. I didn't understand why girls did that to boy bands. I mean, *N Sync were normal people just like you and me. They sleep, eat, burp, go to the bathroom, drool, ect. I couldn't make head or tail of it all. What made them so different and unique? "You know what I wonder, is why a group like *N Sync would chose a group like us to be their openning act," yet another one of my friends, Kristin, said. "Maybe because they were desperate...I dunno and I don't care," I replied. I really wasn't in the mood for meeting new people. My throbing headache would make me irritable and cranky, not a good first impression. But I had to push that all aside as 5 guys came storlling into the studio casually. At first I thought they had lost their way or something, but when I learned that they were the famous *N Sync, I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. These were the guys girls cryed over? These were the guys who got attacked almost every day by phsyco-path fans? "Um..., Ziggy...," Lacey, our manager, tryed to figure out what was wrong with me. "S..Sorry," I managed to get out. I took a few deep breaths, then was ok. Everyone was giving me strange looks, and I couldn't blame them. "Well...ok...*N Sync this is Watchful Star, you might as well get to know eachother now cause you'll be touring together for a long time," Lacey went on, giving me one of her looks that said "you-better-have-a-good-explination- for-that." I gave her a meaningful glance. I could tell the guys were a little afraid of me at first. But finally one came up to me. "Hi, I'm Chris," he said, holding out his hand. "Hi Chris, I'm Ziggy," I responded, taking his hand. "That's a nice name, I don't think I've ever heard that one before." "You have now." "So, Ziggy, who came up with the name 'Watchful Star?'" "Me actually. I was just thinking how the millions of stars watch over us every night, and so it led to the name." "That's very creative." "Thanks...your not afraid of me?" "Terrified. But I figured I best get to know first before judging you." "And?" "Your pretty cool." "Why thank you Mr. Chris." "Your welcome Miss Ziggy." We both started to laugh. The rest of the guys followed Chris' lead, introducing themselves to me one by one. They were all pretty cool, nicer then I expected. "Well guys, I'm afraid it's time for *N Sync to go, they have an interview in a couple of minutes," Lacey annouced. The guys groaned and said goodbye. "C~ya around Ziggy," Chris said, waving. I waved back and watched him and the rest of his clan walk out of the studio. "All right Zig, mind telling me what that outburst was earlier?," Lacey continued. "You wouldn't understand," I replied, still staring at the door they left out of. "Well that was a good first impression,"Zig," you know one of these days your gonna regret how you act around people," Jesse said. Jesse was the oldest and often bossed us around. But me and her never really got along, so she always rubbed it in my face. "Well if people don't like me for me, then tough shit," I replied, giving her a know-it-all look. I know that seems childish, but she got on my nerves so bad sometimes. "Come on girls, no fighting, why don't you all just go home and get some rest. It'll be your last good nights sleep in a long time," Lacey said. Even though Matea, one last friend of mine, was usually the peace maker, it often took more autority to break up a fight we might get into. "Well, c~ya tomorrow guys," Veronica said, grabbing her purse. The rest of us did the same and headed home. I had a simple apartment here in Orlando. It wasn't very big, but then again it didn't need to be since I was the only one living in it at the time. It often got lonely and drab with no one around. Everyone else had at least one other person to live with, except me. I had always had a reputation for being a loner. The only reason I even got into this group was because Veronica, my only real friend, said I would be great. The others were kind and generous, taking me into their "group," but I could tell sometimes they wished I would just disappear. I never showed all the pain I had to go through each day. On the outside, I was as a hyper as the next person, on the inside, I was torn up. Deciding not to torture myself, I got into my PJ's, grabbed a pint of icecream, and helped myself to cheesy romance flicks. My problems were once again pushed aside.