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crack_van2006-04-27 10:27 pm
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A Free Man in Paris by Sandy (R)
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Justin Timberlake/Lance Bass. (And: Chris Kirkpatrick/Lance Bass, Justin Timberlake/Nick Carter, Justin Timberlake/Chris Kirkpatrick, Chris Kirkpatrick/Nick Carter, Justin Timberlake/OFC)
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callmesandy
Author Website: Suitable for Framing
Why this must be read:
What's not to love? Businessman!Lance working as Justin's manager. Actor!Joey. Artiste!Daddy!JC. Documentary-Maker!Chris. And solo!Justin worrying about his Mom, searching for love, and trying to find his own musical path. Here the band politics are minimal because these are five guys who love each other and their legacy, yet the relationships are complicated by personal baggage, particularly Lance and Chris' break-up and everyone's growing pains. This story is a great look at how life doesn't end when your boyband does, no matter what you believe when you are a teenager. And sometimes endings really are beginnings of better things even if they aren't the ones you used to dream about.
Finally, I also love how it is set solidly in the pop world. Touring, recording, photo shoots, and the rest of Justin's solo career are the bedrock of this story and it is this kind of exploration of celebrity that makes Popslash shine. And when the story wraps around to the possibility of an NSYNC reunion, it is a wonderful boon to wishful fans and totally plausible for these characters.
"Right. Right. Point taken. I'm happy, I really am. I'll be less pushy and you can be less order-y."
"Order-y?"
"Look, it's a two way street. I'm an ass, you're an ass. We should both be less ass-y." Justin stirs the sauce and then grabs two plates. "Does that work?"
Lance licks his lips, and then sighs. "I don't, okay, you tell me. What's too order-y? I'm your manager."
Justin starts talking like Eeyore. "Don't wear those glasses, they make you look stupid. You shouldn't use that language in interviews. Blah, blah."
Lance says, "Was that an imitation of me? You were talking like Eeyore."
"You talk like that." Justin shrugs and grins. This isn't the best way to end an argument, but it's one he's pretty sure will work. "Dinner's ready."
"I don't talk like that. Eeyore and I have nothing in common. We're not, there's nothing vaguely Eeyore-like about my speaking voice."
"It's pretty deep. Like that." Justin walks over to the table and puts the plates of pasta on the table. "Eeyore talks all low."
"I don't. I mean, yes, I have a low voice. I have an accent but I don't talk all slow and drugged." Lance smirks. "You're just avoiding the subject."
"Doing it pretty well, right?" Justin starts eating his pasta. It's good. "I mean, point taken, etc etc. You talk like a cartoon character, I'm an ass, we're good."
Lance rolls his eyes. "Do not." He looks five years younger and noticeably hotter than when he walked in the door, so Justin decides everything's okay again.
A Free Man in Paris by Sandy
Pairing: Justin Timberlake/Lance Bass. (And: Chris Kirkpatrick/Lance Bass, Justin Timberlake/Nick Carter, Justin Timberlake/Chris Kirkpatrick, Chris Kirkpatrick/Nick Carter, Justin Timberlake/OFC)
Author on LJ:
callmesandyAuthor Website: Suitable for Framing
Why this must be read:
What's not to love? Businessman!Lance working as Justin's manager. Actor!Joey. Artiste!Daddy!JC. Documentary-Maker!Chris. And solo!Justin worrying about his Mom, searching for love, and trying to find his own musical path. Here the band politics are minimal because these are five guys who love each other and their legacy, yet the relationships are complicated by personal baggage, particularly Lance and Chris' break-up and everyone's growing pains. This story is a great look at how life doesn't end when your boyband does, no matter what you believe when you are a teenager. And sometimes endings really are beginnings of better things even if they aren't the ones you used to dream about.
Finally, I also love how it is set solidly in the pop world. Touring, recording, photo shoots, and the rest of Justin's solo career are the bedrock of this story and it is this kind of exploration of celebrity that makes Popslash shine. And when the story wraps around to the possibility of an NSYNC reunion, it is a wonderful boon to wishful fans and totally plausible for these characters.
"Right. Right. Point taken. I'm happy, I really am. I'll be less pushy and you can be less order-y."
"Order-y?"
"Look, it's a two way street. I'm an ass, you're an ass. We should both be less ass-y." Justin stirs the sauce and then grabs two plates. "Does that work?"
Lance licks his lips, and then sighs. "I don't, okay, you tell me. What's too order-y? I'm your manager."
Justin starts talking like Eeyore. "Don't wear those glasses, they make you look stupid. You shouldn't use that language in interviews. Blah, blah."
Lance says, "Was that an imitation of me? You were talking like Eeyore."
"You talk like that." Justin shrugs and grins. This isn't the best way to end an argument, but it's one he's pretty sure will work. "Dinner's ready."
"I don't talk like that. Eeyore and I have nothing in common. We're not, there's nothing vaguely Eeyore-like about my speaking voice."
"It's pretty deep. Like that." Justin walks over to the table and puts the plates of pasta on the table. "Eeyore talks all low."
"I don't. I mean, yes, I have a low voice. I have an accent but I don't talk all slow and drugged." Lance smirks. "You're just avoiding the subject."
"Doing it pretty well, right?" Justin starts eating his pasta. It's good. "I mean, point taken, etc etc. You talk like a cartoon character, I'm an ass, we're good."
Lance rolls his eyes. "Do not." He looks five years younger and noticeably hotter than when he walked in the door, so Justin decides everything's okay again.
A Free Man in Paris by Sandy