"I'm a musician because I like music. I like music because you can express yourself through it. To express myself musically I sing. I sing because I like to. I like to because I'm good. I'm good because I practice. I pratice because I want to get better. I want to get better so you won't critisize me.
I'm learning to play guitar so I can play songs. I want to play songs so it won't sound like a machine when we record. It shouldn't sound like a machine because it sounds fake. When it sounds fake, you critisize me.
I dance because it's cool. It's cool because it looks good. If I looks good, people watch the show. When people watch the show I get paid. When I get paid I buy things. When I buy things, I buy whatever I want. When I buy whatever I want, it's always the wrong thing. If it's the wrong thing, you critisize me.
I write songs because I'm inspired. I'm inspired because I have it in my heart. I have it in my heart because there's no one I could tell. There's no one I could tell because there's no one that would listen. They don't listen because they don't care how I feel. When they do care how I feel, they care long enough to critisize me.
I love my family because they're mine. They're mine because they're not yours. They're not yours because I won't share them. I won't share them because you would surely critisize them too. When you critisize them, you critisize me.
I love my girlfriend because she's wonderful. She's wonderful because she loves herself. She loves her self because she's beautiful, smart, funny, and energetic. If she wasn't, she wouldn't be my type. If she wasn't my type you would critisize both of us.
My name is Justin Randall because my parents liked that name. They liked it because it fit. It fits because it's mine. It's mine because it's not yours. If it was, they would critisize you instead of me for a change.
So sing, express yourself, play the guitar, don't be fake, dance, buy stuff for yourself, write a song to make others listen, love your family because they're only yours, love your companion when they love themself, and be who you are. Who cares if you get critisized for it?"
Justin shut his notebook and smiled to himself. At first, he couldn't believe he had been asked to write something to inspire kids for Nsync's foundation, Challenge For The Children. But actually... "That was easier than I thought it would be," he said out loud as he sat in his boxers at his kitchen table in front of the biggest window in the house. He looked over and noticed that the entire time he had been sitting at the table, their had been a group of fans outside rapidly taking pictures of him with his shirt off. He shook his head and laughed.
"You know what, it's time I take my own advice" he said thought. Then he said out loud, "If they sell the pictures to some magazine, then a few million more people will see it. If a few million more see it then it will spread like wild-fire and everyone in the world will know that I sat at my kitchen table in my boxers. They'll critisize me for it." He waved at the girls jumping around on his lawn, as they shrieked with excitement. "But who cares what they think anyways..."
