Natalie walked back and forth down the hallway waiting for the time to come when she would be now starting one of the guys' hair. She looked around to see all of the chaos making sure certain things were still working properly. Looking over her shoulder, she saw three guys testing out some of the toys for the 'It's Gonna be Me' portion of the show. She grinned when she saw that one of the 'bouncy ball things' as she called them broke. Immediately they came out with another one. Then she looked over to five racks of clothes and saw two ladies going through all of the outfits while there were the dancers and another lady checking out the five girls' clothes for when they would be dancing.

How did she get into this? All of these people were trying their best to do something good for the guys and all she did was their hair. All of a sudden she didn't feel that important for the show or anything to that point. Nobody would really care if their hair was a little messed up. It was still Nsync and that's all that mattered. She almost wished she had a job where she had a huge reason to worry and something to do rather than watch the people who DID have things to do.

Natalie's shoulder was tapped upon quickly. She turned around and looked up at the tall person standing beside her. "Um, hello."

Justin grinned down at Natalie and put a hand on her shoulder. "Staring into space over there?"

"I was just fascinated with everything that everyone does for you guys. It's amazing the work they do just to make every show perfect."

Justin shrugged and looked around to indeed see all of the chaos and the stress flowing out of everyone in the area. "Yea, I understand, but our wonderful tour director would be pissed if anything went wrong."

Natalie nodded her head and cringed when she heard something shatter. "That didn't sound good. Who's your tour director?"

Justin stared at her blankly. He thought she knew that Wade was a big part of this whole deal. "Wade pretty much was in charge in that area."

"Really?"

"Yea, amazing, isn't it?"

Natalie nodded her head in satisfaction. "He certaintly knows what he's doing."

"Yeah, he does." He smiled and removed his hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders. "Are you busy now?"

Natalie rolled her eyes with a deep, friendly sigh. "Does it look like I'm busy?"

"Well, no, but what if that's because I'm keeping you from something."

"Justin, I wouldn't waste important time on you unless it was actually worth it, so don't try to boost that big 'ol ego of yours, you're starting to look like a hot air balloon."

Justin shook his head. "Everyone thinks I have an ego problem."

Natalie looked away and mumbled with a cough to cover. "I wonder why..."

Justin turned right in front of her and stared into her eyes. "What did you say?"

Natalie shrugged and started walking away. "Not a word, not a word."

"Well, where are you going?"

Natalie began to walk further away past all of the wardrobe people and all of the technicians and everyone else who was testing things and the three guys playing with the toys. She pulled out a planner from her purse and looked to see that she needed to get back to the guys dressing room hallway area. Justin ran up to her and began walking with her at her pace. "Where are you going?"

Natalie shook her head and started walking faster. "I have to do Lance's hair now, JC and him switched times and I need to get there. I don't worry about being late for JC because he's JC is, well, JC. But I still dont' know Lance that well and he needs to get that good impression still I think. Besides, didn't I tell you I wouldn't waste time on you if I had something to do? Remember that from probably oh a minute ago?"

Justin sighed and walked with her. The fans weren't loading in yet, so Justin was still partially safe without security guards holding his hands practically like he was in first grade. "Yes, I remember that."

Soon enough they were in the area where the guys would get their hair ready and wait for the fans to load into the building before going to the stage. Natalie went into her room and Justin followed. Lance was sitting there with a magazine. "I'm sorry Lance."

Lance put the paper down and sat down in the chair so Natalie could do his hair. "Don't worry about it, you weren't late anyways. I was early."

"Oh, well, all right, let's get this done."

Natalie worked her hands quickly to send him off. She wanted to get it down quickly so she could talk to Justin. He just happened to be next on her list, so everything worked out good. "All right Justin, sit down."

Justin sat down in the chair and grinned at Natalie through the mirror. "What were you staring at earlier?"

"Just everyone and all of the chaos that was happening."

"And you were thinking?"

Natalie shook her head like she always did and grabbed a comb and pulled at his hair. He yelped a few times but he knew that she was doing it on purpous. "Let me guess Justin, you can read my mind, can't you?"

Justin shook his head violently. "No!"

"All right. But I was just thinking all of those people work so hard to make this show work well and perfectly, well as good as it can each time. All I do is make your hair look pretty, and, oh nevermind, I'm not going to let you sit here and listen to me whine like a two year old..."

Justin motioned for her to continue. "I dont' mind, I like to hear what the people who work for us and the show think, so continue, vent, say anything."

"Well, it's just, I do hair. That's it. None of your fans care if your hair is perfect. I do, and that's probably about it. The fans dont' care if you look like shit. They're still going to be excited that they are seeing you guys perform. The hair is just another gem on the overall product, but if you took it away, it wouldnt' be noticed. It's just frustrating. I realized today that it wouldnt' make much of a difference that I wasn't here."

Justin shook his head as Natalie continued taming his curls. "No, Natalie, you are needed here. Sure, the hair doesn't SEEM like a big deal, but it is. Maybe our fans don't care, but everyone who works on the show and gets everything working cares because they want us to look good and I know that all of the guys and I really care what our hair looks like."

"I think you're full of it, I'm not that important."

"If you left, I don't think the show would look as nice as a whole. Without our hair dazzled up, it makes us look like trailer trash playing with expensive things on stage and people will be like, wow Nsync is ending soon. The pop world is ending. They'd be saying that because we look like trash and they'd asume that since our image is slipping that so are we, but the truth of the matter is, we don't want fans to think anything negative about us, so we try hard, and if hairstyle is going to affect their opinion, then we care. We WANT to look our best so we can FEEL our best."

"Ok Justin, whatever you say, I still think you're full of shit."

Justin looked in the mirror to see that he was satisfied with his hair. "Ok, I'm done, that looks good enough for me."

"Just good enough? Are you serious, there's so much more I could do. Hang on, let me do this for one more minute. All right?"

"That shows right here that you are good. You wanted to do better because you know you could do better and that's because you care. We dont' hire people that don't care, and that's why we need you. The more employees that care, the better our show is, even if somethings get screwed up. The guys and I would understand if there are problems, it's not like we're selfish and think everything should be run perfectly just because hey, we're Nsync."

"You know Justin, it's amazing how sometimes you can make a lot of sense, but almost so much that you keep rambling on and just start saying things that I didn't really need to know."

Justin's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. He wasn't one to get embarassed, but he didn't like acting stupid about Natalie. It felt different. HE wanted to impress HER more than she wanted to impress the guys and the whole world that would be seeing them perform, and that's what worried him.

What if he was beginning to like her a lot. That could ruin things on the show. What if his hair wasn't tip-top because they would be concentrated on each other. The thoughts coming to his mind about a relationship with Natalie were making him feel ridiculous. Just because they could talk didn't mean they could end up together as lovers. Or could it?

Justin looked back in the mirror to see Natalie sitting on the couch. "Are you done?"

Natalie nodded her head. "Yes, I'm done, you can leave if you want."

Justin smiled and stood up. "I'll see you later. Before we leave to go on stage, all right?"

Natalie stood up to get the door for Justin. "See you later."

Justin leaned down and meant to kiss her cheek briefly, but his lips slipped and caught the corner of Natalie's mouth. He apologized quickly. "Sorry, that was meant for the cheek and-"

"Dont' worry about it." She stood up on her tip-toes and kissed his cheek quickly. "Go and do whatever your next destination is and send Joey in here. This will be a riot."

"All right."

Joey entered the room and hopped into the chair. "Ok Natalie show me what you can do."

"Ok, I see Justin didn't have to go get you."

"I like it when you do our hair. You're good at it and you care. That's always important. It's comforting to know that someone that actually cares about her work and how it turns out."

Natalie sighed and grabbed a brush to begin. "Well, well. Did Justin tell you to tell me that?"

"No."

"That's like a shortened version of what we were just talking about."

"Oh."