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One: how did you get the tickets, and what was your reaction when you got the tickets? (For example: your mom gave you the tickets and you were excited because you were about to go to your first Britney concert!)

Two: How did you find out the tour was canceled, and what was your reaction?

Three: Did you get any compensation from the ticket company?

DISCLAIMER: This will never happen. There’s too much work that needs to be done. This is my fantasy. Also I apologize for mentioning trauma. Finally, the third Harry Potter movie will be spoiled if you read this post.

The biopic will be split into multiple parts.

Part 0:

Before the start of the movie, a message from Sean and Jayden will play, with them talking about their mom.

We start with Emma Forbes and June Spears being born. June and Emma grow up and get married. Over the course of their life, they have 3 children - June, Jamie (James), and Austin. Austin dies after 3 days. Emma is sad. Her husband sends her to the hospital where she is treated. After the treatment is over, Emma walks to a cemetery with a shotgun. Emma gets on Austin’s grave and raises the shotgun. The camera cuts to a far shot as a gunshot rings out. (Sort of like when Buckbeak was executed in the third Harry Potter movie-we don’t see the actual execution). Then the camera cuts to Jamie and June Spears (Senior and Junior) reacting to this news. We get clips of Jamie growing up and marrying Lynne, and Bryan being born. After that, the camera shifts to a hospital in McComb in 1981. The nurse asks what do you want to name your baby? Either Lynne or Jamie says “we’ve thought about this for a long time. We’re going to name her-“ and the camera cuts to black and the credits roll.

Part 1: We’re in Kentwood where Britney is growing up. We see her childhood, living a life with her fighting alcoholic parents and escaping to her aunt, while being entered into all these competitions. The screen cuts to black and the credits roll when Lynne gets the call that Britney is approved for Star Search.

Part 2: shows Britney on Star Search and MMC. And when she signs her first label deal. At the end of this part, we’re at Venice High School, with the clock being a few seconds away from 3:00. We’re in a classroom with a girl tapping her pencil. When the clock hits 3:00:05, a bell rings, the screen cuts to black and the credits roll

Also in part 2 there will be a scene where we’re in Kentwood and Lynne needs her husband, so she calls out “Jamie! I need you over here!” And then Britney’s sister asks “what is it, Mama?” And Lynne is like “no the other Jamie!” And Britney and Bryan are laughing the whole time.

Part 3: 1998-2004. Nuff said. Recording, interviews, tours, JT, Diane, etc. The screen cuts to black when it’s announced that Britney injured her knee doing Outrageous music video and the tour is cancelled.

Part 4: marrying Kevin, her babies, and the paparazzi. The last scene before there’s a cut to black is a night at Esther’s hair salon, a woman demanding to use the shaver, Esther refusing, and the woman picking it up anyway.

Part 5: (a few times during this part, there are cuts to news reporters talking about what’s been happening with Britney). The part starts with Britney walking out with a shaved head and cameras flashing. There are other moments like the umbrella, recording Blackout, and the 2007 VMAs. The last scene of this part has Britney locking herself in the bathroom with her baby, an ambulance coming, and Britney being loaded into the ambulance with cameras flashing.

Part 6: Britney is taken out of the hospital into a conservatorship. While reporters mention the conservatorship, nobody mentions how Britney is forced to perform. Nobody knew that yet. They just knew about what was in For the Record. There are also reports that Britney is recording again. The Circus and Femme Fatale tours and X Factor are met with great reception. However, some people think that Britney is out of it. She’s a little “off”. But they reason that she’s just having a bad day. If only they knew. This part ends with Britney announcing her residency

Part 7: The Piece of Me residency and tour (2013-2018). Once again, great reception, but there’s still that feeling she’s “off”. Towards the end, we have a scene where it’s 2018 and Britney is about to announce her second residency! Here she comes!…wait, why is she walking away? Reporters are confused. When she cancelled it, many fans were sad. But when Britney posted it’s all okay, it’s just my father is in the hospital, fans understand the reasoning. Then the screen cuts to black. Before the credits roll, the voicemail the paralegal sent out to Britney’s Gram is played.

Part 8: Everybody reacts to the voicemail. They’re going back to those performances where she’s “just having a bad day” and realize what really happened. The movement starts. “Wearing yellow”. Britney’s testimony. And her being freed

Part 9: Hold Me Closer, the book, and everything else. We end the biopic with the camera FADING (not cutting) to black, as the end of the book is read by Michelle Williams: “It’s been a long time to return to my womanhood. But I’m here now”(I don’t remember the exact last sentence).

To my babies,

I write this letter to you as a plea for you to know the truth about me being a mother. I know a lot of people have told you stuff about me. It’s time you know my side of the story. 

To my babies, I know what you’re thinking- “Daddy told me you put Sean in danger in the car when I was just a baby! Why should I think you’re a great mom?” That’s because Daddy left out the important parts. 

During the early years of motherhood, I was pregnant or on postpartum. My hormones were wrecked. But I was still a “pop star” to the media. I had to look good and smile,  even with a human being inside my body. If I just wanted to go to a gas station barefoot because I was exhausted and nine months pregnant and I wanted a coke? “Britney’s broken. Britney’s filthy. Britney’s done.”

Anyways, on that day I “endangered” you, I was driving to Starbucks.  I had you, Sean, in my arms. Suddenly, there’s clicks and flashes. The camera people were all over me - "JUST ONE BIG SMILE!!" You were crying. I  didn’t care about a "perfect image". I wanted to protect you. And because I am emotionally attached to you, and you’re crying, and i has postpartum depression, i was also crying. The camera people didn't care - "Tears sell double". They intentionally surrounded me because they knew I’m a young mom. Young moms need space, especially when they're with their baby.

I tried to escape into Starbucks and the workers pulled out cameras. I was crying.

The entire time I literally did not care about what the paparazzi did to me. You could paint me in the most disgusting light you want. Just leave Sean alone. He never asked for this. Please. I'll do anything. I tried to escape with you and yet they still advanced and put both of us on headlines. Not even "Bad Britney" is enough for the paparazzi. They also needed you, Sean in the frame to highlight that Britney is a "mother" and should act better.

They never talked about how once I pulled into her gated house, I gave you a big hug. I told you I’m so, so sorry about what happened, and that you were so brave.

Of course, TMZ knew all of that. But why put “young mother protects baby from flashing lights” when “Britney is a bad mom!” sells more?  I couldn’t even be left alone being a mom.

Also Sean, remember when Daddy said I was dangerous because I almost dropped you? He didn’t mention that there was paparazzi everywhere. Flashbulbs going off in my face like strobe lights. People screaming, climbing over each other, yelling my name like I was a zoo animal. I was holding you close. Tight. And as I stepped out the door, my heel caught on the step. I tripped. Like, a little half stumble. Not even a full fall. And because I’m holding you, of course my first instinct is to adjust, grab you tighter, reposition you. Which is exactly what I did. But they were only interested in the freeze frame that made money. What sells more - “mother protects baby from flashing lights” or “Britney Spears Almost Drops Baby!”

Speaking of, did you know why you had to be with me and the paparazzi during those early years? Because daddy was working on his new album. When I had you two babies, my body was wrecked. Hormones everywhere. And daddy told me “Britney you take the kids while I record music!” and what was I supposed to say? I can’t fight back or else I’m a “Pop Star Gone Wild!”

I’m guessing you’ve seen the pictures of me shaving my head and attacking a car with an umbrella. You know why I did that? Because I used to be the good girl. The sweet girl next door.  That all changed when I went to daddy’s house and tried to see you babies. I was denied. I was crying. I just wanted to be left alone. And then cameras ran to me and smiled taking photos. I thought “I’m done with the good girl”. So I shaved my head-my hair made me the pop princess. I was done. This exact same story happened on the night I used my umbrella. I was denied seeing you two, and I was done with the flashing lights. So I fought back. Of course daddy would do anything to make him in the right and make me an unstable mother. 

Speaking of, a few months later, I performed at an awards show. My body and hormones were wrecked from having 2 babies. I tried my best. Then after I go backstage, the host came on. I expected her to make fun of me-after all, I did shave my head and hit a car with an umbrella. I could take the teasing. But she talked about how my babies were most adorable mistakes you’ll ever see. She could have made fun of me. She could have came out with an umbrella and made some jokes about me. She decided to make fun of you two, Sean and Jayden, who were both less than 3 years old. I was crying. She could have made fun of me. Just stay away from my babies. 

A few weeks after that, there was a court case between me and daddy to see who should be allowed to keep you two. Me, Daddy, or both.  Daddy barely spoke in court. He didn’t have to. He had a team. He had my money. He had their version of me doing all the work for him. I was a headline, not a human. It didn’t matter how many times I told them I loved my babies. How I showed up. How I tucked them in. They told the court I was unstable. Because I was sad. Because I was scared. Because I shaved my head. Because I hit a car with an umbrella. Because I was being hunted. They didn’t care that I was being followed by grown men with cameras every second of my life. They didn’t care that I was twenty-five with postpartum depression and zero support. They only cared that I didn’t look like the pop star they remembered. They only cared about the headlines. 

They gave Daddy full custody. Said I could only see my babies with a monitor present. Like I was some kind of criminal. Like I hadn’t carried them. Nursed them. Sung to them every night. 

There were days where you two were allowed to come to me. On one of those days, after being with you for the day, it was nighttime and I had to hand you two back to Daddy. I decided I had enough. I couldn’t let you go. I was holding you, Jayden. I pointed you up and took you to the bathroom and locked the door. Not because I wanted to hurt anyone. Not because I was a threat. I was a mother trying to hold onto her baby for five more minutes. I didn’t scream. I didn’t throw anything. I didn’t make any demands. I just sat on the bathroom floor with you in my arms and rocked you. 

Daddy called the police. They broke in. Took him from my arms. Put me on a stretcher. Sedated me. Carried me out in front of the press like I was a mass shooter. Flashbulbs going off. Reporters shouting. Paparazzi smiling. Blocking the road to get pictures of me. “We got her. We got her.”

This “incident”, and some other incidents gave the court evidence to put me in a conservatorship. 

In this conservatorship, I was a prisoner.  They controlled everything. I couldn’t drive. Couldn’t vote. Couldn’t pick my own doctor. Couldn’t have a lawyer. Couldn’t even paint my bedroom walls a different color without approval. “What do you want for dinner, Britney - chicken, fish, or salad?” That was the limit of my freedom. They gave me medication. Mood stabilizers. Antipsychotics. Lithium. It made my hands shake. My body sluggish. My mind slow. There were days I couldn’t remember what year it was. And they said that was proof I needed more. The reason they gave me that was so I wouldn’t fight back. I would be molded into this pop robot that made my father money. I was forced to tour and not make any money. My father took all of it

I was forced to make an album. If I didn’t,  they’d threaten my access to my kids. Threaten to extend the conservatorship. Threaten me with medication. All I wanted was to see you two babies. They forced me to go on a tour. I made zero dollars out of it. All the money went to my father. He forced me to tour. 

And I only did all of this because I wanted to see my babies. Turns out they lied. They didn’t let me see my babies, even after I complied. In fact, they just scheduled another album and tour.  Femme Fatale. I was doped up half the time. They were shoving lithium down my throat, making decisions about what I wore, what I sang, when I slept, and then parading me in front of the cameras like a goddamn pop robot. My mind was wrecked from the medication l didn’t have the strength to fight back. I was my father’s money maker. 

After that, I know what you’re wondering: “after that, why don’t you come back to us? You complied with their orders, but instead of seeing us, you decided to have all these Las Vegas concerts!” Because my team wouldn’t let me come back to you babies. They lied. Again. I was forced to perform for 4 years.  They said “if you perform in Vegas, you can see your sons again!” So I agreed.  That show made over a hundred million dollars. And I didn’t control a single dollar. I didn’t even control my own name. They scheduled rehearsals six days a week. Long hours. No breaks. And when I told them I didn’t want to do the new choreography, or when I said I wasn’t feeling well, they said if I didn’t perform, I wouldn’t see my sons. They kept me in a gilded cage. People came to Vegas thinking they were seeing a free woman. They didn’t know I was backstage with security guards watching my every move. Doctors I didn’t choose. Meds I didn’t approve. Managers making decisions over my body.

They dressed it up like luxury, but it was still a prison. I lived in a suite I didn’t choose, did interviews I didn’t want to do, and rehearsed choreography six hours a day even when my knees were shot. There were nights I couldn’t even feel my legs after curtain call. They’d hand me vitamins backstage and tell me to smile for the meet-and-greet. Meanwhile, I was asking to see my sons and getting told, ‘It’s not a good time.’ I made hundreds of millions for them. I was the showgirl in the golden cage. Everyone saw the lights. No one saw the locks.

One night in Vegas, I finished a show and asked to go swimming. Just a swim. It was 104 degrees and I was aching all over. And they said, “No. It’s not approved.” I made twenty-five million that year. And I wasn’t allowed to touch a pool. The only reason why I continued to do those performances is because I was promised I would see you babies. I did it all for you.

So after FOUR YEARS of performing just for the sake of seeing my babies, my father getting all the money, I was done. All I wanted was to see you two. Do you what my dad said? “It’s time for another residency! If you don’t go through with it, I’ll take away your visitation with the boys”. When I heard that, I was done. All those years of “just one more tour and then you’ll see your kids”. All were lies. I refused this new residency. My team? They forced me into the hospital. My team kept saying “Britney’s just going through a phase, it’s all good!” But then the truth came out. That I was forced to do all this. Not make any money. And with the help of my fans, I was able to be freed from my conservatorship. 

I wrote this letter because I wanted to answer all your questions and worries. Every time you would think “why is my mother attacking a car with an umbrella? I don’t feel safe around her” or “why is my mother singing on tour instead of being with my us? So selfish!” you only saw the media narrative. You never saw the great lengths I went, how much I suffered, to spend time with you.

I hope this letter finds you to consider everything Daddy and the media taught you about me. 

With love,

Mama

(This takes place…today. Present day 2026). You’re backstage in Vegas and you are face to face with Britney. She gives you access to wardrobe and sound system. You need to impress Britney by doing a 1 show “residency”. There’s no public audience. What’s your setlist?

Oh, not enough pressure? Let’s expand the audience. Let’s have Britney, Christina, Janet, Madonna, Pink, Paris, and Lindsay front row. There’s still nobody else in the audience (no public audience) but when you’re looking at pop girl central, the pressure is on.

(If you want to know more about Zoey 101 you just need to watch the first 30 minutes)

(I’m spelling out bullet points because on my phone Reddit screws everything up when I try to use numbers)

One: In the …Baby One More Time music video, did the top of the clock show 12, 00, or 60?

Two: The music video for (You Drive Me Crazy) - was the music video for the original version or The Stop Remix!?

Three: For the Oops!… I Did it Again music video, who PLAYED the astronaut?

Four: Who VOICED the astronaut? (The answer to this question is different from question three)

Five: At the beginning of the Overprotected (original, not remix) music video, the beginning of a different song on the Britney album plays. What song is that?

Six: The first shot of the Me Against the Music music video looks like someone wrote a math equation on the wall. Solve it. (Hint: the answer is a negative number)

Seven: What’s the number of the house in the If U Seek Amy music video?

Eight: give me some more question ideas

I’m referring to the song or the album or both

Also, share both your first Oops! memory, AND your favorite Oops! memory (unless your first memory is also your favorite memory)

A lot of people online like to ask “how did you hear about Britney?” Or “what was the reaction to …Baby One More Time?”

But i don’t see a lot of people talk about how once Oops dropped, she was unstoppable. The new album blew Britney out of the water. With BOMT, we went from “who is this girl?” to number one song. With Oops, we went from an amazing first album, to an amazing second album - and proof that Britney is more than a one album wonder.

So, share your first/favorite memories with Oops!

I’ve been hearing some stories online from people taking about how they had a Britney meet and greet before one of her concerts. For the concerts after 2007, a lot of people said: during the meet and greet, we were all lined up, Britney’s team member told us you can’t touch Britney and keep your hands out of your pockets, and each person got less than 5 minutes with Britney.

Standard security stuff, right? That’s what Britney’s team wanted you to think.

What really happened was from 2008 to 2018, Britney’s team basically had to keep a secret: Britney is not doing any of these tours on her own terms; she’s being forced to. She doesn’t have control over her money or her body. But at the same time she has to act like she’s touring on her own terms. She has to act like she’s living her best life.

Britney’s team knew that if this secret ever got out to the public, the consequences for them would be disastrous. They had to do whatever it takes to not reveal the truth.

So if Britney ever got too close to her fans, she could just whisper in a fans ear “I'm under a conservatorship. I'm forced to do this. I can't see Sean and Jayden. My dad is starving me and taking my money and locking me up and controlling my body. Please help me.” Or write that on a note and slip the note in a fan’s pocket.

And to Britney’s team, that meant danger. So they made sure the only times Britney would be exposed to fans was on stage (where her team was watching her, making sure she won’t call for help or else), or during meet and greets (where that would be supervised, and fans lining up would be instructed to keep your hands out of your pockets, don’t touch Britney, and don’t spend more than 5 minutes with her. This made it impossible for Britney to engage in small talk or slip a note).

To anybody here who had a meet and greet after 2007, did you have a similar experience with “security”?

I don’t mean to sound religions or anything, but it feels like trauma runs in the family

>Britney’s grandmother Emma had a baby Austin. He died after 3 days. Struggling with her mental health and enduring an abusive marriage, her husband June sent her to she was prescribed lithium. Emma fatally shot herself on the grave of her baby

>Her mother Lynne murdered Anthony Winters before she married Jamie

>Her dad scared the family when Britney was growing up when he was drinking

>Britney lost her aunt Sandra in 2007, the same year as…all that other Britney stuff.

>Britney herself was placed into a conservatorship

>Her niece Maddie almost died in an ATV accident when Maddie was 8

The girl was EVERYWHERE.

Biggest billboards? - Britney

CD shops? - BRITNEY

Magazines? - BRITNEY BRITNEY BRITNEY

Award shows? - Britney

Interviews with other celebs? - ALWAYS A BRITNEY QUESTION ASKED

Most sold out concerts and world tours? - BRITNEY

Radio stations all over the world? - BRITNEY

She was literally omnipresent. Part of regular conversations, all over the radio stations, all over playlists, her posters everywhere.

(What’s funny is I didn’t grow up in her prime. I found this online)