Lance Bass - Out of Sync: A Memoir

The American South has always produced great rock-n-roll music and the performers who deliver it to us. Like fiery preachers they bring their message to fervent audiences who seem to live on every word and note. Ever since Elvis, one of the Souths favorite sons, youth has had a pop-tune musical signature all its own.

Lance Bass, a member of *NSYNC, the predominant band to come out of Orlando, Florida (via Germany and then all of Europe, echoing the circuitous road the Beatles took to rock-n-roll glory), became part of that sound when, as part of *NSYNC, he occupied the hearts and minds of young people everywhere. Likable, good-looking, soft-spoken, and charmingly Southern in his hospitable demeanor, Lance became one of the primal bedroom poster boys for the I-dream-of-you-tonight teenagers of the mid-1990s and early 2000s.

As highly polished as Lances image wasand it was bright enough to help *NSYNC move more than a million units of its 2001 album No Strings Attached the first day of its release and two and a half million by that weeks end, placing it among a rare handful of albums certified Diamond (sales above ten million units) by the Recording Industry Association of Americait also helped define a generations sense of liberation, in more ways than one. During a time of relative peace and national prosperity, *NSYNC represented all that was good and clean and healthy in America for its avid young followers all over the world. And yet underneath all that celebration of teenage perfection, for Lance there lurked what to him was a deep, dark, forbidden secret: Lance Bass, all-American teenage boy-band idol, the fantasy-prince hero of girls of all ages, was gay. And because of his place in the band, his upbringing, and the times in which he lived, he felt compelled to plant his flag firmly in the closet of his own fame.

In some circles that might not be a big deal; in Lances world it meant having everything if you kept your homosexuality hidden, losing everything if you didnt. Here was a young man who had the same dreams as every other American teenager: to become a rich and famous pop star, to have the adulation of every kid in America in the palm of his hand by doing what he loved most, singing in front of tens of thousands of delirious fans every single night. And Lance made that dream come true without any of the usual struggles that most young musicians have to go through. No playing in dingy clubs night after night for tips; no scrounging on street corners or in subway stations hoping to fill an upside-down hat with enough money to buy a decent dinner; no running away from home in rebellion; no chasing record companies begging for a chance to record. Even Elvis had to drive a delivery truck for a little while.

The problem for Lance was that everything but the singing was a sham. Even as he and the band were being exploited by management (did someone say Elvis?), earning next to nothing as *NSYNC sold millions upon millions of records, there was an inner battle going on that was even tougher to fight and so much harder to win. In a business where image was everything, he knew his was a fake, a shield, a costume for correctness. Lance Bass was his own hyped-up beard, until he found the courage of his own convictions and let the world in on who he really was.

His true journey, then, was not one from obscurity to success, although that certainly defined his playing field. No, the real trip was inner, one of spiritual reconciliation, self-recognition, and self-acceptance. While the rest of the world thought he was the embodiment of unlimited perfection, Lance looked for a reality he could live with. It was a journey that took him around the world and into the stratosphere of pop culture and also brought him to the brink of outer space, even as his own desires took him much deeper into his own soul. It was only when he was pushed to the limit by the prying tabloid press that he was able to discover for himself the true virtues of honesty and openness. The rest of the world may have been surprised at Lances coming out; to him it became the best party of all. What follows is the remarkable story of a most fascinating, often contradictory, ambitious yet insular young man and the life journey he took, first to acknowledge, then to accept, and finally to celebrate who he really was.

I have gotten to know Lance Bass well and understand that although he is still only in his twenties, he is a veteran rather than a victim of his own past. Too much but not enough of his real life has been misplayed in the tabloids. The pop star from the South who came this close to becoming a space traveler on a Russian Soyuz, who was a member of a group that became the premier pop phenomenon of its decade, and who came out sexually at a time when, in our celebrity-obsessed culture, such disclosure all too often proves to be a career killer, bravely chose truth over image, reality over disguise, life over lies. How he did it is the heart and soul of his story. What follows, then, in his own words, are the details that make up his fabulous, synchronous, high-flying, no-strings-attached, celebrity-filled joyride; they provide a view of Lance Bass, by Lance Bass, you havent seen before and one you wont easily forget.

Marc Eliot

Ive known I was different ever since I was five years old. For one thing, I had what I guess you could call innocent crushes on boys.

I knew it was wrong; at least thats what I was taught by my family, my church, my friends, my whole world. That was the overwhelming message I kept on getting. How could I ever admit to what everyone else believed was such a bad, even biblically evil thing, especially to my parents and grandparents, who doted so much on me and made me feel like I was a little prince?

I understood in my heart it wasnt wrong to be gay, but I also knew instinctively that I had to play the game in order to live in the world I was born into.

In all honesty it didnt seem much of a problem to me when I was growing up in Mississippi. There were girls around. I even dated a few, but only because thats what everyone else did. I never thought about it, or felt funny doing it. As for dating guys, it never even entered my thinking that such a thing was possible.

At least not in Mississippi.

Thats where I was born, in 1979: the heart of the Deep South. My parents liked the name Lance, so thats what they decided to call me. Theyd had it picked out for their firstborn son even before they were married. If they had a boy, theyd agreed, hed be James Lance Bass, after my dad, James Irvin Bass, Jr. My parents considered making me a III. Thank heavens they settled on Lance!

I was raised in the town of Ellisville, about seven minutes outside of Laurel. Despite my early sexual feelings, I had an extremely happy childhood. I loved my parents, Jim and Diane. I loved my sister, Stacy. And I loved singing in the church choir. My dad was a medical technologist in the Ellisville hospital. I more or less grew up in hospitals, which is why to this day things like having blood work done never freak me out.