This was always my favorite pic of these two. Just look at these adorable jean-clad kids in the 90s. Two rising mega-stars riding the wave of fame in matching white-trash couture. Both off to their first rodeo. Stars in their virgin eyes and love in their not-so-virgin loins. To think but a year later she'd hook up with their mutual choreographer, they'd have a dance battle in a club to mend fences and then both write songs about each other (Cry Me a River, What Goes Around and the surprisingly beautiful Everytime - which she has co-writing credit on) Then, he'd sail off for sunnier shores, leaving a trail of hundred dollars bills behind him and she'd become a barefoot mother of two. If only, Britney'd known what her choreographer/back-up dancer screwing would bring her....
Doesn't stop me from dancin my ass off to her music though! Siiiggghhh.....
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