Let That Be Enough:  Seventeen

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"You ready to go?" he asked coming down the stairs. She had her backpack and her guitar sitting next to her, but her eyes were glued to the television.

"One more second," she said, "This is almost at my favorite part of this movie."

JC turned his eyes to the screen and saw football players in the shot that was showing. "What are you watching?" he asked with a laugh, "Varsity Blues?"

"No," she said sounding offending, "The movie Rudy."

"You aren't getting all emotional over this movie are you?"

Farzana frowned at him, "No...just this part gets to me."

Steele: Are you ready for this kid?
Rudy: I've been ready for this my whole life.

"Getting pumped up for your day?" he asked.

"Maybe I am," she said with a embarrassed smile.

"Fine," he said, "You watch the rest of the movie and I'll call Johnny to make sure that he'd gonna be around."

"Ok," she said, "I will."

Going into the kitchen he grabbed up the phone and dialed Johnny's cell number from memory. He wasn't really hungry or thirsty or anything, but he pulled open the refridgerator and looked at what he had inside, just to make sure that he didn't want any of it. When he was satisfied that he didn't he closed the door.

"Johnny," the voice on the other end of the line said.

"It's JC," he said.

"Thank God," Johnny said, "Where the hell have you been?"

"I was in The Keys," he said, "Didn't Melinda tell you?"

"She said that you called her and told her to check out your place, but she didn't say where you were."

"Oh," he said with a shrug, "Sorry about that."

"So what did you need?" he asked.

"You remember Farzana Jabbar?" he asked.

"Sure," he said, "The girl that opened for you?"

"Yeah," JC said, "She lost her management and her record contract and I wanted you to take a look at her. I'm already coming over to record some demo stuff with her so can you maybe meet with her?"

"What's the deal with her?" Johnny asked sounding skeptical.

"Her manager was separated from her husband, but got back together with him so they move to Europe and since she didn't have a manager her record label backed out on her," he said, "Please just take a look at her. I want Lance to maybe sign her. We're working on songs that we're gonna record tonight."

"I'm on my way out today so if you can get over here before three I can make some time for her."

"Good," JC said, "If you want to listen to her CD I know that Melinda has a copy in the files."

"That's ok," Johnny said, "I trust your judgement."

"Thanks Johnny," JC said, "You won't regret this."

"I know I won't," he said, "You make such a big deal about this."

*****

His hand held the phone steady and his thumb pressed the arrow button scanning through the numbers that he had programmed into it. When he found the correct one he pressed send and moved the phone to his ear.

"Dr. Jack Reinhart," the voice on the other end said.

"Dr. Reinhart," JC said fairly loudly into the phone letting his eyes make eye contact with Farzana in the seat next to him. She slid a hand over and patted his shoulder and smiled. "This is JC Chasez...I saw you about six months ago...Johnny Wright had recommended you to me."

Farzana removed her hand from his arm and looked out the window. He glanced over at her, but mainly kept his eyes on the road. It had started to rain a little and she started to trace raindrops on the window with her fingertip. It wasn't at all a sensual thing to do, especially when he thought about for a moment about her fingerprints on the window.

"Hello there JC," Reinhart said seeming to recognize him, "What can I do for you?"

"Uh," he said and looked over at Farzana again. Somehow for a moment he pictured her finger tracing along his skin in the pattern that she was tracing on the glass. He shouldn't have been thinking that, but it came to his mind. "I need to make an appointment with you if you have time in your schedule."

Dr. Reinhart cleared his throat. "Lemme get a pen here real quick and we'll see what your symptoms are."

"Ok," JC said.

"How's your health lately?" he asked.

"Fine," he said, "I haven't had a cold or anything in a while and I've been working out and stuff."

"What about your singing?" he asked, "I assume that you're a singer when you mentioned Johnny."

"My singing...well earlier this year I was on tour and sang alot, but I haven't really been doing anything in the last two weeks," he said, "Actually that's my problem. I haven't sung because every time I try to do it my voice cracks and I can't do it."

"Hmm."

"Hmm?" JC said panicking. "Is that a Hmmm interesting or a Hmmm we've got a problem? If it's something horrible I'd like to know now so I can go to the emergency room or something if I need to."

He felt her hand on his shoulder again and he turned to see her giving him a sympathetic look. Her hand on his shoulder gave him a squeeze.

Dr. Reinhart laughed a little. "Calm down. Calm down. Don't get worked up over something so insignificant. I won't know anything definite until I actually look at your throat, but it doesn't seem like anything serious. I think since you're away from your career that your voice is forcing you to rest. I have a feeling that you'll be fine."

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes really," he said, "Why don't you call my office in the morning? Talk to my receptionist Kallie and make an appointment for sometime this week."

"Ok," he said with a sigh of relief, "Thanks Dr. Reinhart. Sorry to have called your private line, but this is the one that Johnny gave me."

"No trouble," he said, "Just relax and I'll see you later on this week."

"Thanks again," JC repeated.

When he'd hung up the phone Farzana looked over at him with a slight smile on her lips. "Now was that so hard?" she asked.

"No," he said.

"Well then why did you make such a big deal of it?" she asked.

"You don't understand," he said, "I hate going to the doctors. I--" He took a deep breath. This was so embarrassing. "I've got a phobia of needles...just thinking about going to a doctors office makes me cringe."

"Awweee," she said, "That's so cute!"

"Cute?" he asked, "It's terrifying." He held his arm out towards her, "Look. I've got goosebumps right now just thinking about it."

"Do you want me to go with you to your appointment?" she asked.

He smiled. "Please?"

"Of course," she said.

"Thank you."

JC took the turn into Johnny's neighborhood and honked his horn about 10 houses away from the compound.

"What was that for?" she asked.

"Johnny's neighbor is friends with the group. She's like twelve years old so we always honk when we go by. It started when she was about eight so it's like second nature to do it...even if she's not home."

"The neighbors don't get upset?"

"Nope," he said with a smile, "We get away with a lot over here."

"Wow," she joked, "You're special."

"I know," he beamed a smile at her.

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She'd heard a million different things about the WEG compound and had seen bits and pieces of it on the NSYNC specials she'd seen on television, but the cameras had done nothing to show the real expanse of the property.

"It's still raining," he said when he parked the car, "You gonna be ok to make a run for it?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

"You got your backpack?" he asked when he parked the car.

"Yeah," she said.

JC reached for the handle of the car. "You want me to grab your guitar or do you want to get it?"

"Can you get it?" she asked.

"Sure," he said. He paused for a moment as she grabbed her backpack and put her hand on the door handle. "One...two...three." They made a run for it, her going straight to the tiny covered porch and him grabbing up her guitar case from the back seat and meeting her there.

She smiled when he came over and shook his head a little getting more water on her. "Thanks J-Dawg."

"Your welcome," he said and leaned and kissed her on the lips.

Farzana's breath caught for a moment. Her eyes went wide and she watched JC's face slowly turn pink. "I'm sorry...That wasn't supposed to happen," he said.

Before further conversation could happen the door swung open and Johnny stood there, "You too coming in or is the rain going to be the newest background noise on your recordings?"

"We're coming," JC said and opened the screen door, "Right Farzana?"

"Right," she said nervously and followed him inside.

"So where's my hug?" Johnny said.

Farzana froze for a moment then stepped towards him and hugged him. She'd only met Johnny Wright on three occasions during the tour, but he seemed to have remembered her.

"So are you going to talk shop with me before you guys hit the studio?"

"Ummm?" Farzana said looking at JC.

"It's ok," JC said, "Johnny and Lance work together. Johnny is kind of a silent partner to Lance."

She still wasn't sure about it, but she took a breath. "Ok?"

"Come on," Johnny said, "I won't interregate you here...come on up to the office and we'll chat."

"I'll give you the tour on the way," JC said.

Farzana paid close attention to the small tour around the building then finally took a deep breath of air when they entered Johnny's office.

"Have a seat," Johnny said with a smile.

Farzana sat down and realized a moment later that JC had been lugging her guitar around.

"So I've seen you play before so we don't need to discuss that," he said leaning back in his chair, "What I really want to know is what you want from your career? JC explained about the situation with Patty going back to Europe and your record label backing out on your contract." He folded her arms across his chest and looked at her. "So what do you want?"

Being put on the spot like that made her a little more than nervous. "I'm..." She took a breath and caught a look over at JC who was sitting next to her watching Johnny with a calm look on his face. He smiled at her and moved his eyes across towards Johnny. "Basically I want to continue the work I started with my last album," she said looking back over to Johnny. She made eye contact with him. She knew that was important. "JC and I were working on some songs that I think will be promising and I'm getting excited to get back into the studio."

"What songs?" Johnny asked.

"Ummm," she said and reached into her backpack. She grabbed out JC's sheet music and her lyrics and handed them to Johnny then sat back down. "It's not much when you look at it on paper, but I'm hoping that tonight we can pull it together."

"She's got some really good stuff there," JC chimed in, "I'm sure that the arrangement I have will turn out great. It's not Digital Get Down, but she definitely has her own sound to it."

"Can I get a copy of what you do tonight?" he asked, "Just to see what you get out of all of this?" He paged through the stack of papers then handed them back over.

"Of course," she said, "I don't know your policy on having people in the studio, but if you want to sit in even I'd love to hear your thoughts on it."

"I won't have to do that," Johnny said and looked over at JC, "You're in good hands...but let me hear what you're working on now and we'll get Lance out here in a day or so and talk serious."

"Sure," she said looking over at JC, "I don't really have plans so I'm sure I can come back over."

"Of course," he said, "I'll call Lance tonight when we get done and leave him a message."

"Sounds good," Johnny said, "So I'll see you in a few days?"

"Sure," she said with a laugh feeling almost scared that this was going so well.

"Well I'm off to Minnesota," Johnny said.

"Monnesota?" JC asked with a strange expression on his face.

"Britney's stop is there tonight and I have to talk to her about some things," Johnny said.

"Oh," JC said.

"So I'll see you both in a few days," he said

When Johnny left out the door JC and Farzana headed towards the studio. She hadn't been nervous about recording her first album, but this was a big deal. She was in the Vaticin and she'd just met with the Pope of pop music. She couldn't believe that just days ago she was thinking about working in a normal nine to five job.

"You ready for this?" he asked.

She nodded then broke into a laugh and dramatically siad, "I've been ready for this my whole life."

"That's the last time I leave you in front of the television," he said, "You need to get some new hobbies."

"Sure," she said.

JC pushed the door open for her and they walked inside the outer room to the studio and suddenly she was home.

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