Once opon a time in the magical land called Florida (where basketballs are said to grow on trees), a talented, handsome, and charming young man named Christopher had an idea. He decided to form an alliance of traveling minstrels (hence forth called a group) based upon five-part harmonies and what the modern folk call "dance beats."

Then, Christopher received a wonderous item, a videotape from the mother of a young squire who lived within the village. This squire was only 14 years old, but was already a veteran in the business called show. For our story's purposes, we will call this young man Justin -- for that is his name.

Upon viewing the tape, Christopher proclaimed Justin the chosen one to join him on the quest to find more minstrels.

Young Justin then suggested a friend he had met at the exclusive club of one Mr. Mickey the Mouse. Christopher said "splendid," and Joshua of Chasez (who was then dubbed "Sir JC") joined the alliance.

Now, these three still needed someone to fill in the vocal position below any of theirs; able to carry lower notes, but not quite a bass -- a tall order, indeed. My, how would they ever fill such a spot?

Sir JC made mention of a young man named Joseph, whom he had known for some time. Christopher and JC went to find Joseph, who Christopher then realized was the same Joseph he knew from Milky Way Sound Stages.. no, that is not it... Galactic... no. Oh! I have it! Universal Studios.

Forgive me, the mead I chose to partake of has clearly slowed my mind.

Since Joseph was in the gathering now, all they needed was a true bass. After trying a man named Jason, who was not the correct fit, a wizard Justin knew suggested one he knew of from the land of Missis Sippi named James Bass.. or, Lansten Bass, surrrre, that is it!

The five men sang out joyfully, and noticed they were perfectly in sync! The then decided to refer to each other as Chris, Joey, Lansten, JC, and of course, Justin.

So, now, here they were.. five minstrels, perfectly in sync.. JustiN, ChriS, JoeY, LansteN, and jC... Oh my! If you take the last letter of each name, it makes "NSYNC." My, my, my.

Alas, the mother of young Justin took note of this before me, so I cannot taketh credit.

Now, we have our perfect blend of voices, and a perfect name! Well, this is working splendidly, yes? Well, boys and girls, there must be a villian in every fairy tale, and sadly, this one is no exception.

Along came a troll whom we will call Boo Earlman.. no, no, that is far too obvious. Let us call him L. Pearlperson, there, that is much better. This troll was not a nice one, as he first seemed. Along the journey, L. Pearlperson got the idea to claim that he himself formed Master Chris' group, and make a lot of money from this fib. Now, boys and girls, we know it's not nice to lie, don't we? Very good, boys and girls.

"I will put money behind you," he told our minstrels, and soon this seemingly nice gesture turned bad. After some time, the mother of Lance and father of JC noticed that all was not well. The group's wealth was suddenly in other folks' hands, and they were unsure of it's whereabouts.

A trial soon followed, with Pearlperson's lawyers trying to lie to the magistrate and claim that *NSYNC was a name he owned.. Now kids, if you remember the story already told, we know this isn't true, now don't we?

After much toil, *NSYNC emerged victorious!! And the shackles.. or strings, if you will, were no longer attached.

*NSYNC continued to collect their songs on magical disks, which were then sent forth into the land, and there was much joy.