Why do you have to look good to become famous?
Why do they always judge you on your body type?
It doesn’t seem to matter whether you’ve actually got talent or not!
I bet they’re a lot of good singers out there who probably got turned down because they weren’t all that good looking!

No offence to Rhiannah fans!!!
But she most likely doesn’t have any talent at all
She probably doesn’t write her own songs, or have a good voice.
All she can do is act like a SHOW-OFF
And she’s sending out all the wrong messages to guys!!!

What happened to the good old days where only talented people became famous!!!!

Now they’ve got this software in recording studio’s that can make your voice sound ten times better than what it really is, by correcting your voice and putting it in key!!!!!

And one last thing i’d like to whinge about is LIPSINKING!!!!

Britney Spears did it on one of her live performances!!!!

It just proves how much guts she’s got!!!!!

It was eight thirty, the sky was dark and my band and I were in our black, shiny Mecedes car, driving to a wedding function in Hamilton Island.

‘This is our first ever gig at a real function’, notified Jack, one of the two singers in the band.

‘Yeah this is going to be the best holiday of our lives,’ I added, ‘we get to perform at your friends wedding, and stay in a Five Star Hotel for two weeks… Jack, I still can’t believe how cool she is to invite us, she must really like our music…’

‘Yeah she must,’ interrupted Jack, abruptly.

‘What’s wrong Jack, come on… you guys broke up six years ago…,’ I started.
‘Five,’ Jack interrupted.
‘Anyway this is going to be so great,’ I ended.
‘There’s only one problem,’ Toby the driver said.
‘What?’ we all asked.
‘We’re almost out of fuel,’ Toby replied.

About two hours later we all arrived outside the function door, after struggling to find the next Petrol Station, and keep the car running.

‘Hey dudes open up,’ Matt, our bass player shouted, banging on the door.
‘We’re the band ‘Electric’, sorry we’re late,’ I explained, my voice on the verge of breaking.

A few seconds later a waiter opened the door.

‘You’re late,’ he said,’ ‘the gig started at seven thirty… what time do you call this?’ he asked.
‘We can explain,’ Jack said, feeling a little uncomfortable with the situation.
‘You see we had some trouble fitting all of the equipment into our rather-small car,’ Toby explained.
‘Please give us another chance,’ I said, ‘look here’s a hundred dollars.’
‘It’s ok… come in, come in,’ the waiter gestured, stepping back to let us come in.
‘Hello everyone,’ Jack shouted at the wedding crowd.
‘Sssh… Jack, we don’t need to say hi,’ I told him.
‘The stage is over this way,’ the waiter directed, ‘set up your equipment and start playing.

We amazingly got all of our large equipment set up on the tiny stage.

Jack walked up to the microphone, ready to make a speech.

‘Uh…is this thing on?’ he spoke.
‘Owwwwwwwwwwwww!!!’ screamed the audience as they heard loud feedback come out of the two speakers.
‘Sorry…uh…um hello everyone and uh… I hope you are all having A GOOD TIME here tonight.As you know TOM AND SAMANTHA have just got MARRIED TODAY and of course I USED TO KNOW SAMANTHA, and about five years ago we were DATING, but anyway would you give a clap for the LOVELY COUPLE.’

Everyone clapped except for Jack, who was trying to control his anger.

‘How about I take over,’ I suggested to Jack, making my way up to the microphone.

Jack took the suggestion and stood at the back, with the rest of the band.

‘Sorry about that, we are the band ‘Electric,’ and we will be performing lots of good songs for you all, we hope you have a wonderful time, especially to the Bride and Groom, who are the reason of couse why we are all here, so enjoy yourselves,’ I announced.

The crowd clapped and cheered as we started performing the song ‘Voodoo Child.’

We played lots of songs from different bands and artists such as Queen, Nickelback, Simple Plan, Cindi Lauper, R.E.M, and more.

Just about everyone was up dancing, even the Bride and Groom were having a enjoyable time.

It was just when we were about to pack up, that Jack made one last announcement without notice.

‘Now, he began, to finish off the night I’m going to sing for you one of my own songs, which I wrote in like five minutes last night…’

‘Jack what are you doing,’ Toby whispered softly so that no one else could hear.

Jack ignored the question and continued as if nothing had happened,’I'm not really much of a songwriter, but anyway here it is.’

‘Here’s the chord charts,’ Jack whispered to Matt and I, quickly, ‘Oh and Toby, just find a rhythm, you’ll be fine.’

Jack started singing in his angry uncontrollable voice.

‘We used to be together about five years ago
BUT NOW YOU’VE MARRIED THIS STUPID GUY CALLED TOM,WHO IS NOTHING BUT A LOSER.
I thought that we could raise a family and live happily ever after
BUT YOU’VE GONE AND SPOILED IT ALL BY DECIDING TO SPEND YOUR LIFE WITH A BUSINESSMAN WHO’SE GOT A LOT OF MONEY
IF YOU WANTED A RICH GUY
ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS ASK
You were all I wanted
You were all I needed
And now that I’m done
I HOPE THE MARRIAGE ENDS
YOU GET DIVORCED
YOU SPEND ALL YOUR MONEYAND BECOME POOR

AND THEN YOU BEG ME FOR MONEY
HOPE YOU HAVE A HORRIBLE, DISGUSTING, SMELLY, UNATTRACTIVE, EXPENSIVE, WASTED, USELESS, AND UNFORGETTABLE
WEDDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘Oh no, this is a disaster,’ Matt, Toby and I all agreed.

The adience were sitting as still as a stone, with their mouths wide open in shock.
The Bride was all in tears of guiltiness, while the Groom just sat with his head buried in his hands.

‘Samantha, was all this true, were you going to marry him?’ asked Tom, searching for a definate answer.
‘No of course not,’! she replied, through loud sobs.
‘Well you can do whatever you want because I’m out of here!’ he screamed angrilly, as if Samantha had said the complete opposite.

Everyone crowded around the Bride, after witnessing what had just happened.
They gave her as much affection as they could, but it didn’t glue Samantha’s heart back together.

‘Uh oh,’! Jack gasped to himself.