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A NIGHT OUT WITH THE BOYS IN WHICH ONE MEMBER IS PICKED ON. ONE IS CALLED A MONKEY AND ANOTHER ADMITS TO KICKING OLD LADIES' BUTTS
The 'NSYNC guys think it's funny to say really gross things in front of me because they know TEEN PEOPLE can't print them. I've got pages of notes, all great stuff, and I've got to throw them away. There's sex jokes and bathroom humor and cracks about each other's penis sizes, and they won't knock it off because they know the dirtier they get, the less chance I can use it. Chris Kirkpatrick is wearing a shirt with a message I can't even hint at, other than to say it details a physical desire for obese women. They can be as bad as they want to be and I am helpless to stop them.
This is the tougher 'Nsync, the one that writes most of its own songs and uses the first two cuts of its new album, Celebrity, to bitch about music critics and being famous. They drive motorcycles (at least Chris, 30, and Justin Timberlake, 20, do) and talk like they're all grown up. Do they ever.
But even if they've acquired a tiny bit of an edge, they're not out to give anyone anything worse than a paper cut. That album cover picture and title track complaining about fame--that's supposed to be a joke. "We would never be so egotistical to say that we're upset because we're celebrities," Chris says.
"If a girl likes us because we're in a group, cool," agrees Justin. "I never got dates before I was in a group," says Chris.
Sure, they knew some people wouldn't get their irony, but they figured people were going to pick on them no matter what. They are, after all, 'Nsync. "Some people want to tear us down," says Lance Bass, 22. "So we gave them something to find."
Other than their funny, foulmouthed outbursts, I can't really find much stuff to tear them down with. Despite their many cars and record-breaking album sales and pride of teenage girls who follow them everywhere (at this very moment, dozens of them are holding vigil outside the band's Manhattan hotel this Sunday night, getting soaked in the rain), they're still pretty much the same unpretentious guys who shifted around in their seats at the stuffy restaurant where I ate dinner with them last year. JC Chasez, 25, is the only one who seems to be maturing a little. He's acquired an appreciation of good food and wine, plus he seems pretty devoted to his smoking-hot girlfriend. And all of this causes some player hating from the guys.
So when the meal from the hotel's five-star restaurant is brought into the conference room, JC is the only one who is into it. Lance got chicken Caesar salad and Joey Fatone, 24, ordered the steak and fries, while Justin brought up a sandwich and chips from the deli across the street and Chris has two Taco Supremes delivered from the Bell ("Rich people's food sucks," he says). After downing his entire sea bass dinner in an astounding three minutes and waiting for his highly anticipated creme brulee dessert to appear, JC makes the mistake of saying, "Y'all don't know good food." That's when the attacks are launched.
"You look at art and drink wine," Joey accuses.
If we get a day off in the city, JC will go to an art museum," Chris adds, shaking his bandannaed head. "It's because of his new girlfriend. He wasn't like this before."
When I ask Chris what JC's girlfriend, Bobbie Grund, does, Chris says, "I think she's a professional girlfriend."
I think this is how the trouble with the Beatles began.
But it only get worse for JC. He's knee-deep into an admittedly endless story about how the government created both the Slinky and Silly Putty, when the rest of the guys, who've been ignoring him, relaunch a conversation about who makes the best French fries (Checkers gets major props).
"Do you want to hear this or not?" yells JC.
"No!" they all yell at once.
"Well, I'm going to tell you anyway." And he does.
Afterward, to give a sense of both the player hating and his love for artsy stuff, JC says, "They were making fun of me this one time--"
"One time?" Justin asks. "We make fun of you all the time."
"So I look at my food and I said, 'I have such a colorful plate...'"
Maybe JC deserves it.
'Nsync, though tight, still divides up into cliques, and JC has no clique. Chris and Justin, not exactly an obvious pair, ride motorcycles and play golf. And Lance, who's still in his church clothes from this morning, somehow bonds over animals with Joey, who is wearing a black T-shirt that says, "Tell Your Mom I Said Hi." When Justin tells the band that Michael Jackson invited them to Neverland, Chris gets excited about the dirt bike trails while Joey thinks monkey.
"I want to pet Bubbles," he says enthusiastically.
"Could you imagine if we had a monkey around with us at all time?" asks Lance.
"We do," says Chris. "We call him Joey. We can take him around with us now that he doesn't poop in his pants."
But Lance and Joey are pretty serious about this primate plan. After all, their tour bus has already counted two dogs, a chinchilla and a lemming as passengers. "It's like Joey and Lance's Animal Planet on the back of the tour bus," complains Chris.
Also, Lance was the first one to Joey's side after 'Nsync's first truly manly moment: when Joey's leg went through a trapdoor in the stage while the band was rehearsing for this tour, puncturing his skin and requiring three staples to seal up. "Lance grabbed both sides of my leg to stop the bleeding, and I was like, 'What are you doing? That hurts," recalls Joey. "Fat came out of my leg. I have it in a jar at home. It looks like shrimp."
"It will be on eBay soon," says Chris.
But when they're not picking on one another, their excess energy--and even while they're eating, there is a lot of excess energy--goes into making noise. When Joey picks up on the sound of the air conditioner buzz, they all hum the same note. Later, they bang on the table and stamp on the floor to an increasingly heated syncopation, daring each other to keep up. After dessert (a mini chocolate cake that Joey describes as looking like "a dinosaur turd") Justin beatboxes while the rest sing a Busta Rhymes song. And, in their best performance of the evening, they chant Jay-Z's "Can I Get a..." in the style of monks.
During the rapping monks bit, Justin, decked out in custom-made jeans with a leather guitar embroidered on the legs, is doing his share for the environment by tearing apart the plastic rings from his six-pack of Dr.Brown's Black Cherry soda. "Save the fishes. Save the sea otters," he chants after Chris catches him. "Actually I was just doing this to pass the time," he says, trying to be the shaved-headed tough guy. But really, he was all about saving the fishes.
As part of the tough-guy pose, Justin avoids talking about his girlfriend, Britney Spears. Of course, the other guys don't like it when she takes attention away from them anyway.
"This is about our freaking album. When Britney's album comes out, they don't ask 'Nsync questions," Chris complains.
"Sure they do--that helps sell out albums," Justin says.
"Yeah, yeah, you're right," they say.
Plus, when you're around guys, who wants to talk about girlfriends? They'd rather talk about cars and motorcycles and video games. In fact, they're so into video games that they act one out in concert for the song "The Game Is Over."
Chris is into NBA Street, Joey likes Crash Bash and Justin's got a dirt bike game, MX 2002, on his Playstation 2. Lance, meanwhile, is addicted to sony.com, where he takes on strangers in hearts and Wheel of Fortune. "There's two old ladies from Denver I always play, and I kick their ass," he says gleefully. The odds of the two women from Denver getting an opportunity to play him again are now very, very low.
That's what Lance, in fact, plans on doing tonight, after quickly checking out a DJ at a club called Vinyl. The rest of the guys are going to bed, leaving the rain-soaked girls outside disappointed.
They flew into New York City this morning so they could wake up mega-early the next day and sing three songs on the Today show. They're looking forward to seeing Katie Couric, who every one of the guys says is cute. In fact, JC goes so far as to say, "She's hot, dude." (No doubt the boys were crushed to discover Katie had the day off.)
Before heading out, the guys once again throw me some stuff I can't use, just to torture me. Then Justin looks at the waiter, who is clearing away the dishes and laughing at the things I can't print.
"Don't tell anyone what you hear in this room," Justin says.
"Unless," adds Chris, "it helps me get a date. Then you can tell them anything."
To which Joey adds, "He likes burly men."
Then Joey elaborates on that, saying things that, once again, I can't print. Lance, getting up, shakes his head and declares, "I have to go back to church now. I used it all up."
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