Oh my god, people.

If you have a low tolerance for teenies and penchant toward motion sickness, stay out of the *NSYNC chat tonight.

One word for you: Unmoderated.

Yeah.

Bwahaha!

There is an Ignore button for the chat room. Lance is in there now, and he's exempt from its powers. The reason?

"Lance Bass cannot be ignored."

Okay, it made me laugh, though that may have had more to do with the Voice of Imminent Doom with which it was said in my head. Lord knows something good needed to come out of that train wreck.

Why do I love Synchronik?

Lance was a sweet kisser. That had been a surprise to JC, who thought of Lance as tough all the time. When he was freaking out about things like the new music or the schedule or the fact that his girlfriend had never really liked him at all just used him to get a spot on a third rate magazine, JC liked to be around Lance. Lance was always steady and calm, and even when he got angry you could see something in him solidify into rock hard determination and controlled fury. It was reassuring. Lance was reassuring.

And unpredictable, his kiss soft and gentle and charming. JC had liked it a lot, in the same way he liked Lance, but he didn't know what it meant. Chris had kissed him and it had meant love, so Chris had left. Bobbie had kissed him and it had been slightly more complicated -- ambition and physical attraction and some sort of affection, but not enough -- and he'd understood that, too, although it wasn't enough in the end. Lance. He didn't understand. He didn't know what Lance wanted from him, so it was safer to sit back and wait and see if Lance did it again. He might be able to figure it out if Lance kissed him again. He hoped it was soon.

In the meantime, he read a coffee table book about Picasso and one about Monet. Artists were always so screwed up and interesting.
-Hit

That's why. (This is actually part of a bigger something under discussion, but the sentiment stands on its own.)