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If you're just getting hip to this now, I suggest you hit pause and go back to the previous episode of Disgraceland, Part one of the Britney Spears Saga where we discuss Britney's unstable childhood in Louisiana, her father's reckless drinking and anger issues, and the media fueled meltdown that placed her under his thumb in 2008. In this episode we get into the details of that conservatorship, an arrangement so strict and so unfeeling that it left her without any control of her career, loopy on lithium and completely silenced for the sake of seeing her sons and boyfriend. But Even during those 13 years of submission and surveillance, Britney Spears refused to stop making great music. Unlike that music I played for you at the top of the show, which wasn't great music. That was a preset loop for my melotron called Neon Nightlife MK1. I played you that loop because I can't afford the rights to Butter by bts and why would I play you that specific slice of smooth sidestepping cheese? Could I afford it? Because that was the number one song in America on June 23, 2021. And that was the day Britney Spears was finally allowed to address the chord about her conservatorship after more than a dozen years of suffering in silence in this episode, Lithium, Submission, Breaking the Silence and the long awaited emancipation of Britney Spears. I'm Jake Brennan and this is Disgrace. Britney Spears knew she would have to be fast if she wanted to get away with it. She thrust open the door to the local burger joint and held it open for her security guard. Not one she hired. No, this was a stranger. A stranger hired a trailer at all times. Hired by her father, her conservator. Six days into this conservator shtick and it was already old. February 6, 2008 Britney flashed a smile as she held the door. You could call it Southern charm, but today was a Strategy. The guard entered the restaurant in front of her. Brittany cautiously followed. The scent of grease and sizzling patties hit her nose. Her mouth watered. After days in the hospital, all this hearty, real food made her knees weak. And then the presence of the guard looming nearby yanked her back to reality. Remember what you're here to do. Focus. Oh, yeah, right. So Britney spun on her heel. She flung the door back open and sprinted towards her car. In the parking lot, she tossed herself into the front seat and threw that fucker in reverse. Just like a woman caught in a paparazzi chase. Which, of course, is inevitably what this little incident would turn into. She dialed with her thumb on her clunky cell phone. As she peeled off towards the highway. Her former business manager, Howard Grossman, answered her call for help. Meet him at the Beverly Hills Hotel, he said. Asap. Britney banged a U turn and steered straight for the hotel. So did a handful of paparazzi who spotted her flying solo on the road. She could escape from her security, but she couldn't escape the onslaught of snapshots. A few more paps piled onto the daisy chain behind Britney's black Mercedes Benz. And then another few. And then it was a dozen. By the time she turned onto Sunset Boulevard, between 50 and 75 paparazzi cars were on the hunt behind her. Britney couldn't give a shit. Snap away. Publish what you want. She had business to tend to. Britney was beyond caring about unflattering photos now. Inside the Beverly Hills Hotel, she and Howard reconnected over an urgent matter they could barely discuss earlier that week, when she was confined to a hospital room at the UCLA Medical Center. Damn that 5150 hold. Brittany needed a lawyer. A good lawyer. Someone who would help her navigate a term she didn't even know existed roughly a week ago. Britney didn't want to end this new conservatorship. She had already accepted the situation. Instead, she just wanted someone other than her father to be in charge. Does this sound like the idea of someone with dementia? Like symptoms, as Britney's father, Jamie Spears, had claimed in his conservatorship paperwork only a few days prior? This is a mature, respectful request. Britney wasn't asking for the conservatorship to end. She just wanted someone else to be her metaphorical boss. Someone she wasn't afraid of. She craved a little humanity. She knew at this point a different conservator was her last chance at a decent life. The timeline for her new legal arrangement had been hurried along on purpose, and Britney never even got the chance to balk. Under normal circumstances, potential conservatees had five days notice before a conservatorship begins. Allowing them time to contest the arrangement or find their own lawyer. But Britney hadn't been granted any such time. Instead, Jamie Spears, her dad, claimed the influence of Britney's quote unquote life coach Sam Ly was such a threat that he needed to take over immediately. Jamie didn't just file for the temporary conservatorship over Britney. He took it one step further. That same day Jimmy Jamie requested a restraining order against Sam. He didn't want to see that creep within 250 yards of Brittany or her homes, her children or her cars. Even her parents homes. Brittany's mother Lynn laid out the explanation in a lengthy breakdown of Sam's alleged sins. She claimed he drugged Britney, cut her home phone lines and disabled her cars, disposed of her phone chargers and basically Sam Luffy isolated and gaslit the hell out of Britney. And Lynn even stated that Sam had a plan to have Britney slip into a sleep induced coma so a doctor could give her drugs to heal her brain. That's a quote. Heal her brain for real. Sam already had two other strikes against him too. Prior to infecting Brittany's life, courts granted two other people restraining orders against Sam. One was from an ex neighbor in 2004 who Sam harassed and threatened and the other came from a former business associate who claimed Sam often harassed her with offensive faxes and emails plus 15 to 30 telephone calls and hangup every day. All the claims suggested that Sam was indeed a bad bad man. The threat to Britney's sanity, even to her life left from the pages of Jamie's court paperwork. The judge granted the restraining order and the conservatorship on February 1st, 2008 waiving Britney's right to a five day notice. First they threw out her warning and then they threw up Britney's legal representative. One she she chose because once someone becomes a conservatee they don't have much choice in anything. Even if you're Britney Spears. And while Britney completed her stay at the UCLA Medical center earlier that week, Howard connected her with an attorney named Adam Streisand, as in cousin of Barbara Adams, spoke with Britney about her estranged relationship with her father and her desire to have Jamie removed as conservator of her person and her estate. He heard her plea and he understood her. He agreed to speak to the court on her behalf. Their conversation didn't matter. The court didn't care. Adam tried to explain he had Information demonstrating that Jamie wasn't a healthy fit as Britney's conservator. And the court turned around and told him they possessed special information too. A medical report stating that Brittany didn't have the capacity to retain counsel and have an attorney client relationship instead. Incredibly, the court appointed a lawyer on Britney's behalf. A man named Sam Ingham. Sam said that he chatted with Britney over the weekend too. He claimed she didn't understand his conservatorship arrangement one bit. And then again, maybe that's because his visit with Brittany at the hospital was unannounced and only lasted 15 minutes. The court rejected Adams request and rejected him as Britney's lawyer. Then they ejected him from the courtroom. Adam Streisand never saw that medical report. If anything, the meeting had the opposite effect on Britney's fate. The judge extended the temporary conservatorship for an additional week through February 14, pending another hearing. Britney's life and her 40 million dollar estate remained in Jamie's control for the indefinite future. She was trapped, caged in plain sight, 100% on display like a sideshow freak. But Britney didn't do sideshows. She took center stage. She played the role of the ringleader. Jamie might have the power to approve who she worked with, but Britney still called the shots as a lyricist, a singer and a creator. The world still wanted a spectacle. And Britney would give them a spectacle all right. As the tedium of life under the conservatorship wore away at her spirit in 2008, Britney colored her world with dashes of dazzling yellows, blues and reds. She moved her remaining musical freedom into the big top ballooning inside her head. Britney Spears was about to bring the circus to town. Circus, her sixth studio album, dropped in late November 2008 and raked in more than half a million US album sales in one week. Her eye popping pop bazaar went platinum in just two months. And the hype around the record was so huge that the lead single, womanizer, shot from 96 to 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 in just one week. And maybe Britney was a hot mess at times, but she was still Britney. She tipped her top hat to the absurdity of her long list of scandals with a dirty little ditty called if youf Seek Amy. The single casually explained how all the boys and girls in the club were begging to if you seek Amy. A grammatical nightmare if you read it literally, a parental nightmare if you read between the lines and heard Britney spelling Fuck me on the radio. And when such vulgar verses went to number 19 on the Billboard Hot 100 and remained on the chart for 20 weeks. It was Britney who had the lusty last laugh. She transformed tabloid gossip into a veritable gold mine. The success of Circus eventually carried Britney from country to country on a world tour, proving not even Jamie could suppress her pop prowess. But suppressing Britney's superstardom was never what Jamie wanted. Jamie wanted Britney to gain all the success in the world, and he wanted his cut of it. I love my kids. I spoil the crap out of them. 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VGW Group voidware prohibited bylaw 21 plus TNCs apply Britney Spears pressed her palms to either side of the road case and hung on for dear life. The case tilted, fumbled over bumps and probably cables taped to the floor. The vibration made her stage heels click together. There's no place like home, she muttered to herself in the darkness. Sometimes Brittany reached for the top of the box. Other times she gripped the chair her crew provided for her. But today she blindly held her balance with her arms held out, like she was ready to flap her wings and rocket out of the case. In 2009, Britney Spears remained in high demand. Such high demand that a large road case was required to safely escort her from backstage to beneath the stage inside arenas during her circus tour. Before every show, Britney climbed into the case and perched atop the small chair inside and held that pose for however long it took to wheel her into the belly of the venue. Limber dancer that she was, Britney could stay in the cramped position for a while as staff whisked her away. The fans that were wired into the road case provided some much needed ventilation. Every night, 40,000 audience members never suspected a thing. Britney practiced this awkward act for months in a row. She wasn't claustrophobic. She knew that showbiz meant frequent discomfort for the sake of a few seconds of magic on stage. But tonight was different. Tonight, fear seized every nerve in Britney's body. The air that filtered into the case smelled pungent, earthy, trashy even, like a skunk got spooked in the backyard and sprayed the family dog just like pot. The walls of the road case closed in on her. Her hands went clammy. Britney exhaled and clamped her mouth shut, pinched her nose between her fingers for as long as she could. She frantically tried to waft fresh air inside of her free hand. The case sank deeper under the stage as Britney's lungs pulled pleaded for oxygen. The case hit a row of cables and shuddered. Britney gasped a big old inhale of fresh air. Finally, the case halted. Britney Stylus opened the door and Britney flew out like a bat out of hell. It smells like pot. It smells like pot. Brittany repeated herself for emphasis. The stage crew blinked at her. Of course it smelled like pot. It was a concert venue. And who said pot anyways? It was grass, weed. Marijuana fans snuck joints inside every night and hell catching a second hand high was part of most traditional concert experiences. Britney paced in a panicked circle. Her mind and heart jittered in unison while she contemplated the consequences. She couldn't breathe in pot smoke. She'd fail her drug test and they wouldn't let her see her boys. Her fearful voice cracked as the tears started spilling. And the smell was down here too. It wasn't safe. She wasn't safe. Britney's face crumpled in despair. And then she bolted. She tumbled into the innards of the stage, skidded around corners in her stage heels, raced towards the sober safety of her dressing room and her stylist followed in hot pursuit. When she caught up to Britney, she spun her around and got serious. There are 40,000 people out there waiting for you, she explained, chanting her name, ready to trip away when she cracked her prop whip. To see her prance, to see her strut around that stage. The show had to go on. Brittany didn't care about the adoration of those 40,000 people. She cared about two boys, Sean and Jaden, her sons. And if Britney failed a drug test for him so much as eating a poppy seed muffin or inhaling secondhand smoke, her time with her boys would be reduced from limited to zero. Then again, if Britney didn't, quote unquote, behave herself and act like a gracious little conservatee, then that caused trouble for her custody arrangement too. The public had already forgotten about her conservatorship, let alone what that word even meant. That was last year's news. But in Britney's world, the conservatorship was nearly all she could think about. It ruled her mind because it ruled her life for good. As of October 2008, the conservatorship of her person and her estate were legally permanent. Permanent control. Permanent paranoia. A permanent nightmare. Britney wasn't the ringleader of this circus after all. She let out a shaky sigh and surrendered. Members of a Row crew escorted Britney back to her designated spot under the stage. Then they dismissed her wardrobe assistant. She had seen too much. She always saw too much. Like the way Britney bickered like a teenager with her father, Jamie, over how often she could use her cell phone. How she couldn't have sushi for dinner two nights in her in a row because it was deemed too expensive. How she was denied new shoes at the mall for the same reason. For the record, they were a pair of Skechers. As Britney's permanent conservator, Jamie now exercised more power than ever. The power to cancel all her credit cards to pursue new professional opportunities for Britney as long as Britney's medical team approved. Britney, on the other hand, didn't have the right to approve Jack if her medical team okay to consider the contract signed. Britney never bought Jamie that boat. But she did buy him a new car under lease. With her money. Against her will, of course, because Britney no longer had any direct access to her finances. If Britney desired anything, it had to be approved first. Clothes, food, anything, everything. If she so much as wanted $100 to purchase new books for her sons, she had a call and ask for it. It could be days before she heard back with an answer. Days for a mere $100 for books for all this taxing work Jamie, Brittany's dad, had. Brittany cut him a $16,000 paycheck every month straight from Britney's bank account. He named his own price, of course, and in return he limited Britney's allowance of her own money to $8,000 a month, half of what he paid himself. If anything was causing the Spears estate to dwindle, it was Jamie's pricey paydays. Not California rolls two nights in a row. But the Circus tour kept the cash flow consistent. After Jamie milked Britney's stamina for 70 tour dates worldwide, she returned home to California for some much needed rr. Which would be easy since Britney was allowed to do little more than sing, dance and earn revenue. No more days of Sam Luffy inviting paparazzi inside of the house. If anyone visited her home, Jamie knew about it. If Britney wanted to take a spin around the gated community on a golf cart with her boyfriend, Jamie knew about that too. Even leaving the neighborhood for a quick bite to eat required a phone call for permission. It could be minutes until Brittany got A call back. It could be hours. And if you were craving that hamburger right now, well, tough shit. You probably couldn't afford it anyways, right? Brittany was used to life under a microscope. On the street. At least not in her own house. Her reality had flipped inside out before the conservatorship. Her home was the only place where she could safely slip under the radar. Now, Britney never left Jamie's radar. He hired a security team that made sure of it. Britney knew that when security showed up every day with pills and an envelope, she had to take them immediately, right then and there, with the guard watching. Same routine every day. What she didn't know was that the same guards could view her texts, photos and phone call history. All they had to do was log into an iPad with the same icloud name and password as Britney's phone and boom. They had a replica of her digital life in real time. She didn't know they were ordered to encrypt certain text messages and pass them along to Jamie in secret either. The grossest surveillance sin of them all came when the security team hit a recording device and used it to capture more than 180 hours of audio without her knowledge. In her bedroom. Not all that different from someone asking if you're a virgin or if your breasts are real. Visit When Britney was a child and things got rough at home, at least she could run to her aunt's trailer. Now she couldn't even leave the house without her father knowing precisely where she was headed. With extensive means of keeping tabs on her, circus had enticed the masses once again. And so had Femme Fatale, her 2011 album that produced Hold It Against Me, Britney's fourth career number one single on the Hot 100. It also marked a momentous occasion in her career. Britney now had number one singles in three different decades. Her fame was on a rebound, ricocheting off her tabloid rock bottom era of 2006-2008. But Britney now dwelled in a different rock bottom. And this one didn't allow her any room to mess up so much as inhale a whiff of weed by accident. Painfully ironic, considering her dad Jamie's liquor laden past. But Britney endured it begrudgingly, strictly as a mother who loved her sons. She knew they were the only things still worth fighting for. But she also knew that given the choice between living like this or a life inside her special road case, she'd pick the road case. We'll be right back after this.