" I'm Justin Timberlake, what do you mean my fan base is dropping off? What about those cameo's I did on those SNL soongs? Yeah, yeah, whatever man. Look, I wasn't sure about it, but I've got this invite. Yeah, the reality show thing. Nah, I'm still in it. It'll get me some air time and bam, I'm bringing sexy back, is back. Alright, we'll talk."<br/><br/>That was two months ago, he had talked his agent into setting everything up and now he was in a limo on his way to the mansion to start things off. He was rather excited by the prospect of doing the show with Ruxandra. Who knows, if he left her with the right impression, maybe he could land a role in her next film. He could pull off an international roll.<br/><br/>The limo stopped in front of the mansion and JT lowered his window a bit, looking out at the mansion, tilting his head a bit to get the whole picture. Then, he stepped out. Big smile on his face, dark shades on, and the cleanest, whitest clothes he had available. Including a white fedora.