Last night's American Idol was Jason Castro- and excitement-free, littered with Randy Jackson's incomprehensible ramblings and typical final three lackluster performances. David Archuleta attempted to "youthanize" his image with a traumatizing rendition of Chris Brown's "With You," complete with awkward swaying you might find at a middle school dance. And Archie? Don't call me "boo." Ever.
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Yesterday was my big television debut on TRL (featuring Gavin DeGraw), and it was even more uncomfortable and embarrassing than I had imagined. My mom insisted on calling the entire family back in Texas to alert them about my appearance, some of my friends from college skipped class to watch … too much attention, if you ask me. I'm just not cut out for the camera.
That said, I found a video of the show on YouTube for your enjoyment. Luckily, it's a little blurry, so you can't see the awkward faces I make throughout — so just trust me on this one. I'm in the blue cardigan to the left of Fergie's head, but you could just as easily find me by searching for the oldest one in the group.
Let me preface this by saying that I love Gavin DeGraw with all my heart. He is my all-time favorite artist in the world, and he is one of the few people (see also: Lance Bass) for whom I would torture myself in this inhumane manner.
I got an e-mail a few nights ago alerting me to the fact that Gavin would be taping a TRL appearance Monday at 10 a.m. (Don't even get me started on the fact that TRL is no longer "live.") Naturally, I signed up right away and spent the days leading up to the show mentally preparing for the screaming teenagers I would encounter. Unfortunately, no amount of preparation could ready me for the hell that was outside the MTV studios. CONTINUED »
Right now, Mollygood associate editor Whitney is waiting in line to attend a taping of MTV's desiccated flagship TRL, where she will profess her love to musician Gavin DeGraw. Predictably, the poor girl's losing it out there amid the droves of hormonal sycophants that go to those things. Via BlackBerry, Whit notes, "I should have brought a gun."
Some real Texas sass after the jump.
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