*Gotta find JC, find JC, find JC, sittin' in a tree, woe is me, where's JC? Find JC-*Dude. Pet cracks me up, yo. Taking Care Of Joey by Pet.[...]
*Gotta get to the shoot, find JC's boot, it's gonna be a hoot, time for the shoot, Justin's so good--wait, that doesn't rhyme.*
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It was wierd, not having Joey around to nudge when Justin did something really unbelievably pretentious, so they could mock him together. Chris just didn't have the attention span, and was off chasing a pigeon that had gotten into the soundstage or something.
Under pressure, but not bent out of shape
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