Girls used to imitate her steps, dressing up like collegiate and using a couple of braids in their hair. As really pop slaves, the just wanted to dance and be noticed. Although that life was overprotected, watched to near, didn't matter.

Queen's blessing arrived as a kiss. And the King couldn't explain the way that the Princess made him feel. The idea about being three people at the same time was toxic.

Now everybody wanted more. Blackout. Cameras and eyes paying attention in her drop as a radar; another day, another drama. What ones called comeback, fans called ascension. A real circus, which she commands. All of the boys and all of the girls are begging by her attention.

An icon. Blond, redhead, brunet, bald, mother, waitress, police woman, crazy, angelical.

1, 2, 3. This is Britney Spears. I know you want a piece of her.

What do you say?