Behind His Smile---JC Chasez Fanfiction

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"I wanna see you out that door, baby,  BYE BYE BYE"

The screams. They were so loud. The lights, so bright.  JC Chasez clicked his mic back in the stand and threw a kiss to the huge masses standing in the park.

"Thanks for coming out tonight,  London!" Justin Timberlake cried out. The cheers grew louder.

"We love you!" Chris Kirkpatrick added. He did a spin then danced of the stage. Still, the applause grew.

JC swiped his sweaty brow with a damp towel then tossed it aside as he also exited the stage, blowing one last kiss to the screaming girls.

"You're a sweet one, JC, " NSYNC's stylist said in a sickly sweet voice as JC descended the stage.  "Hope none of those fans show up to your door tonight wanting more of those kisses... Except real ones." she threw him a flirty kiss in pretend mockery.

JC smiled weakly. "Let's hope no one shows up." was all he replied, ignoring her flirting.

"Bro, the crowds were bad tonight!" Joey Fatone exclaimed, making an exaggerated move as he hopped into the waiting black suburban.

"What do you mean bad?" Lance Bass asked. "I thought all those girls were pretty damn hot."

"Yeah that was the problem," Joey insisted. "One of them raised her t-shirt and I got a view!"

The rest of the boys smirked at Joey as they all got into the Suburban.

"Away from the vehicle please!" policemen were trying in vain to direct the screaming and crying fans away from the band.

JC stared in silence as girls pressed their faces up against the windows trying to see past the dark tint. One girl even lifted her shirt and pressed her chest to the window, screaming JC's name.

"Whew!" Joey whistled. Then he winked at JC. "Wanna take her home tonight?!"

JC smirked and looked away.

After a few minutes. Everyone managed to back away from the boys' vehicle and they drove off.

JC was strangely quiet as he laid his head back against the head rest and stared at the ceiling of the suburban. How could he ever get used to all this?  The thrill. The excitement. The nerves. It was almost too much. It all felt fake until he was in the quiet of the hotel, every single detail coming back in vivid memories.

I'm a popstar.

It was too much to believe. Never had he dreamed it would happen. It had been a dream when he and his fellow band members had signed with the great producer and manager, Louis Pearlman. Ever since then,  life was surreal. And JC just wanted to wake up.

"Hey!  Earth to JC!"

JC fluttered open his eyelids looking into the face of the driver.

"You want dropped off at your girlfriend's condo? I'm taking the rest of the lads to the hotel."

"Hey, no fair!" The other boys complained. "JC is gonna 'get some' tonight." they all winked at him.

"Uh, yeah that would be great," JC answered to the driver.

"Alright then," the driver answered.

"I still think that's unfair," Joey complained. "The rest of us don't have girls to lay tonight."

"Maybe if you had a rich London girlfriend you would," was the driver's reply.

JC smirked. "If I'm lucky I'm just gonna sleep tonight. No adventures."