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The kids are not all right, but that's okay because no one here is Teen Beat.

It's once again time for Teen Beat, the podcast where I, Daniel Fischel, sit down with interesting people in an attempt to

pry into their awkward teenage years and figure out how they turned into fully functioning

adults. It's a bit of a quid pro quo, you see, since my own journey through puberty in the 90s

was televised to millions and layered with an oversized leather planet Hollywood

jacket. In a nutshell, I gave you my childhood. It's time we hear yours. And this week, I get to do a little

time traveling myself because the guest and I have roots in the glorious frosted tip chaos of the

Y2K boy band invasion. And we shared a few days of

MTV spring break glory in Cancun together. But more on that later. First, he somehow went from

U.S. Army Combat Medic to performing in front of tens of thousands of screaming fans in the band 98 degrees, alongside his

brother Nick and his high school sweetheart, now wife of 25 years, Leah, who doubled as a dancer

and choreographer for the group. During 98 degrees run, they sold over 15 million records,

notched eight top 40 hits, including a number one that earned a

Grammy nomination with Mariah Carey, recorded with Stevie Wonder, toured with Janet Jackson,

and carried on a Motown boy band tradition, following in the footsteps of groups like the Jackson

Five, the Four Tops, and the Temptations.

And 10 years later, in just the second season of Dancing with the Stars ever, he took home

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