As we're waiting, a small gaggle of twenty somethings trip by, all dressed to the hilt. One girl has on three inch sandals, a red sweater coat, a baby tee that reads "Got Boys?" and a straw cowboy hat. Cute outfit, I think. Nasty Girl.
I'm psychic, I tell you all. I am. I get a feeling.
"Does she think she's gonna get onstage?" I ask Amy. "I'll die if she's up there."
She trots away. Ew.
The Lance poster people come through. I'm ready this time. "Want some?" asks the girl. Her eyes are pleading. Her look says "I'd rather be listening to the new Tool CD than putting up with this shit." We take the posters. All...60 of them.
So, I have thirty On The Line posters if any of you want them. Hit me up.
A Security Wench makes me throw away my pretzels left from Subway. *hrmph* I wasn't going to eat them anyway, but hell, if you want to think that now I'll pay five dollars for nacho's, go right ahead.
I'm once again bombarded by Verizon flyers. Free three-way? OH GOODY! So when I'm out driving and my gold digging boyfriend, who is wearing fishnets and a red satin outfit is looking for diamonds, Chris and Justin can call me! Yay!
The picture of the Verizon Whores scares me. Who could keep their phone on a lanyard around their neck? I mean, really. If you don't have a cute little purse to keep it in, well, then I just feel sorry for you.
Note to all of you. Skip the time it takes to make a sweep past the merchandise, although if you have time to kill and you need something to laugh at, well by all means, go. Although there were v. cute BBMak shirts that I was eyeing up, the name beadazzled on a baby tee.
Sade is playing. Naturally.
So anyway. We're in. Stamped, tickets checked again, blood samples taken. We make it to our seats, stopping to talk to a security guard that Amy knows. She tells us a 98 Degree-er was there Saturday! And according to Janine Fatone, Brit was too.
AND! Janine sings BACKUP for BRITNEY?!
Who fucking knew?! Thank you, FM 97. We knew you'd be good for more than Jo Jo playing Amish Paradise 500 times in a row.
And then. Our seats.
There are no words.
Oh, we weren't on the catwalk. But. We're seven rows back, between center stage and the end of the stage JC and Lance get for "The Cheer."
Ya'll know that we came to rock!
Ew.
As soon as we sit, the girls in front of us turn around. They seem normal enough, sort of teenie, but as normal as they come.
"Do they come over here a lot? Because that's what I'm here for, for them to see me. I mean, I'm here for the show, but I'm more here for them to see me."
They suddenly transform into tour hoochies-in-training. Who do these girls think they are, Plastercasters for a new generation?
And then it gets worse. Miss Cowboy hat strolls in, talking on her cell and smiling at the rent a security as she sits down a few rows in front of us. I'm just sitting there, biding my time for Lonnie or Dre or one of the other guards to come.
The evil!teenies, driven by the Anti-Drug PSA, transform into Super!Evil!Teenies! and pull up their shirts and knot them. The Leader!Super!Evil!Teenie also pulls the coup de grace, and....
Unzips the fly of her capri pants and FOLDS DOWN the zipper part, so her underwear are showing.
Oh, I wish I was kidding. But alas, I am not.
Yeah, Joey was definintely coming for her statuatory ass.
And then....the concert.
Steve trips his way on out to the stage again. As I was feeling random and inspired by being up close, I transformed one of the Lance posters into a "Wade J. Fanclub Co-Prez" sign. It also proclaimed "We (heart) Wa-Ro."
Wade. Did not appear.
But Janine did, along with a random blonde who ran out and kissed Steve's cheek.
Anthony yelled at Steve. Again.
Steve used cheat sheets. Again.
And they all have this obsession with yelling "Hooty Hoo!" Dudes, Hooty Hoo Day is long past.
Tonya Mitchell
Still looked like Glory, although she was Glory with a rats nest for hair. Crimped and teased. Horrible.
Her outfit tonight was much improved, FABULOUS slashed jeans with parts that were randomly laced, a silver bra top.
But the rest of the show is still questionable. I don't understand. Justin's mom dropped Innosense for her? How sad! I feel for those girls. At least there were more of them, so when they had no stage presence they could hide behind five other girls instead of four or so spastic dancers wearing ugly tops with eyes on them.
3LW
Kiely was looking more presentable today, unlike the night before. It was a whole silver hot pants/tiny black top/silver Left Eye hat debacle. I didn't like them as much tonight, I don't know if it was because the crowd wasn't into it as much, or they were running out of energy, or if with their fatigue outfit overload, they blended into the foilage and I couldn't see them.
And. *sigh*
BBMak.
Mark looked at me. I swear he did. I know he did! I know he smiled at me!
I went quickly from screaming for Christian to screaming for Mark. Girls behind us have a British flag, and I'm wishing they would hold it up more so they would see it.
Did I SAY that?
Again, they're FABULOUS. So so so so so good. Here's hoping they stick around for awhile. If you're looking for something feelgood and rocking to get, download "Unpredictible."
During all opening acts, the SET's bop around seductively.
The girls in the row behind us begin mocking.
How is it that you manage to meet such great people at an NSYNC show? They continue mocking during the rest of show. I think about telling them to come visit the page.
And then, it happens. I turn. And there is Lonnie (I think). And who is with him, as he stands their in the official Security Polo? Hat girl.
GAH! Did I not call that or what?
I feel a bit like passed over meat at this point, even if I would not want to go up onstage with the losers and snap their picture as Justin backs his azz up right in front of me.
But no, fuck, seriously, how embarassing.
But remember, to get onstage, cowboy hats, long sweaters, suggestive shirts, tight jeans, heels.
The countdown starts. I sit down. Everyone rushes to their feet, screaming.
THIRTY MINUTES! Proclaims The Crisp Big Screen.
Everyone sits down again, defeated. Suckers.
They change up the Stones music from the PSU and the night before mix, but as usual, Start Me Up is the warning to get to your feet.
Addendum: Philly show changes. Now they show a couple videos. Stronger. Which is not a good choice, because half the stadium is singing along and the other half is screaming "I hate you Britney!" Which isn't odd, but it was just one of the many changes that they seem to be integrating into the show. I think it's cool. I heart the Stones, and they still played them in Philly, but it's like...when you've got an audience of thousands of girls who have no idea who Mick Jagger is, they don't want to sit through live versions of "Let's Spend The Night Together" for a half hour, even if you did tour with them before you came to work for NSYNC.
Ah-HA! Losers.
One minute.
Okay, by now I'm freaking, frantically searching the second stage for any traces of them, seeing none. There is a random family sitting near Tim. How do you get THAT gig? I wonder if it's Chris' family.
Thirty seconds.
Holy shit. Here we go. My voice is already fading. Fuck.
Ten.
AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The typewriter. It's so Murder She Wrote. Or Milagro. They're predicting our journey through a magical musical wonderland tonight.
But seriously, who thought up those definitions?
I'm blaming Melinda. Moron.
And then, there's Joey. Oh, dear, sweet little "actor boy" Joe. Everyone around me does the normal shocked "That's Joey!" as if he's spent hours in makeup and has totally transformed himself from Joey to Professor Klump.
Suddenly I'm liking this whole "In the Know" club I'm in, as this is all old hat to me.
I snap a picture of the HORRID picture of JC that flashes up for the SW Patented "Story of NSYNC." That's a keeper.
People, people, people. You will absolutely DIE at the end of the video. Justin, Justin Justin, please, let D&G make you their little hoodlum any day.
Fuck. They're all badass and it's so "Bad" or something. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
And then, the monks appear again. Everyone screams. Suckers.
You know, it's pretty bad when you're known as the "monk" band.
I swivel quickly as the orb on the second stage begins to close and people get the hint. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuck.
Pop
AHHHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! There they are. In their cool circle formation, "huh"-ing for all they're worth. Wow. Wow. Wow. I love the "huh"'s.
They race down the catwalk and they're THERE. They're right in front of me. No Crisp Big Screen, no binoculars, this is the real deal.
I don't really remember much, besides frantically trying to read everyone's shirt (JC - "Hey Man", Chris - "Fu Man", Justin - ? although it looks like the capitol building is on it.) and snapping picture after picture. Ahhhh, the old NSA syndrome strikes again.
Holy SHIT. The feeling is indescribable standing here, the bass pumping so loud my fillings are rattling, I can barely sing along, the ground is shaking, the costumes are SWEET, and Justin Timberlake is leaning over a railing right in front of me.
No ripped shirts made it our way - dammit. Not like I'd really want JC's "Hey Man" shirt (which for a moment when he came down, I was convinced read "Top Man" and I was horrified.) but it's a hell of a lot better than getting glowsticks beaned off your head.
Oh. And the drinking move? Oh yes, more of Wade's interpretive dancing, as a huge squishy "Movie theatre snackbar commercial" soda can appears on the screen.
Oookay then. Do you think that when Wade shows them a move like that they all nod and go "Yeah man, I get that. You're one cool cat." or they all just look at him like he's a big retard?
What else HAPPENED? I'm scared by my blackouts I'm having.
TUMH/IWYB
I love this medley. They do a lot less dancing and a lot more running around - not like I'm complaining, especially when they make their way in front of me and I'm snapping pictures like a madwoman. Sadly, no backflips. They're getting older, you know. The back just isn't what it used to be.
Justin comes to us, pointing and smiling at army girls, who have an
absolute conniption.
GAH! I hate myself for being momentarily - I mean, losing my sanity for a moment.
God, I fucking HATE Justin FUCKING Timberlake.
And KD, I got a picture of The Body Roll, just for you. Do you know that that gets the biggest screams out of everything? Well, besides the upcoming Gone incident.
Oh, and most of the "adlibs" are gone. Do you all think it's hard to go from saying 'I don't understand I don't understand" for years to saying nothing is a hard transition? I wish to ask Joey this myself.
Addendum: During the show in Philly, more of the adlibs were back. As were more random adlibs at other parts of the shows. How does one feel that an adlib is needed a particular place in the groove? Is there just a silence in the music, you feel the need to yell "C'mon!" Do you just feel that it's needed there and go for it? Or does it just become involuntary after awhile, and when there is silence you just automatically yell "WHOO!"?
There is no dancing around JC during Tearin'. Fuck. I wanted to see the sideways glance up close. Fuck. Must get that question answered also. What is with the random sideways glace and laugh?
GMHS
Lance! Oh, Lance! Must be nice to have the Barry White voice, they make you introduce the longest song in the world, and you get to be all trite and sugary!
As I missed it the first night, with the second stage in my way, there ARE safety bars on the back of the pillairs. JC's goes the highest. The rest float around the middle. And Lance! He stays on the ground as he introduces, then goes up. it's all very odd. Can he not introduce as he glides towards the heavens? Will he get distracted by what he has to say and crash to the stage, ruining his perfect smile?
But anyway, he goes up last. And he totally leans back on his little support thing. Just make yourself comfy, Bass. He has more courage than I do. I'd just keep imagining myself crashing through. Although he does have the shortest distance to fall.
So how do you all think they decided who goes up the highest? Was JC the most expendable one? I'm confused.
Okay, now that I'm thinking about it, he can SING as he glides towards the heavens, but he can't speak?
Fuck. Those people from Mississippi.
I may or may not do the "choreography" during this song.
I'm sticking with the "may not" side.
Do you think that someone actually sat down and said "Okay, guys, on 'God' and 'spent', arms up and down!" or they were just fucking around, and Chris did something to be retarded, and someone went "YES! Kirkpatrick, do that again!" And he went "What? This stupidness?" and then Lance mimicked him, and then it stuck, and now Chris hates himself for it?
Because, you know, now I hate HIM.
The Two Of Us
FUCK, how I love this song. Fuck fuck FUCK! I love where we're sitting, because we can see all the backstage stuff, like them walking up to get onto the ramp.
You all will DIE when you see this beginning. It's so....GAH!
Addendum: Philly again. They changed the graphics on the screen, so now it says "NSYNC Celebrity" or "Pop Odyssey" or something as it peels back. When I was there, I think it was just white. How come they waited so far into the tour to change this stuff? The dance is so...is it CUTE? It's CUTE. I still say they brought in Tina to do it. They do this move, fuck. I just...fuck. And JC looks so HAPPY doing it, and the colors are so pretty and...fuck. This is what I want my life to be. TTOU, over and over again.
Um. Well. The dance WAS cute, until I noticed the part that accompanies them while singing "Two of us, the two of us." Because. The hand thing! Fuck! It's so! AHHHH! Horrid. You have to see it to understand. But it's v...yeah.
My first camera runs out. Fuck.
Must. Stop. With. The. Pictures. There are bulls coming up, you know.
Space Cowboy
This is definitely the best video. "It's a critter! Imma git it."
They don't look as spangly from up this close as they did when we were back further the night before. They absolutely GLOWED back that far. They have balls of steel, man, with only one arm and their waist harnessed. Chris looks scared out of his mind. At the Saturday show, he was holding himself. Justin and JC, however, eat it up. Justin does splits, JC leans backwards.
Showoffs.
I'm sad that they do all the hoppy choreography out on the second stage, but what the hell. We get the bulls in front of us, yo!
Justin is closest to us. He's such a nerd. But I guess anyone who is riding a space age type bull would look like a nerd too. Take, for example, JC. Justin and JC have some new inside joke going, and they point and laugh at each other. JC likes to show off and ride his bull with no hands.
I'm not making any sort of joke. But he is a nerd.
Anyway. The screen graphics are again corny as hell, but what can you do?
Chris strips again for us all, laying on the stage panting for a few moments. Did he go to some sort of physical comedy workshop or something?
He finally pulls of the chaps. "These things have a life of their own."
I wonder if he had to beg TPTB: "Let me strip! Please! I need the screams!"
After the concert, they had girls giving shout outs to the guys. Chris got "Chris, you're....I don't know. Cool?"
Poor guy. He needs his screams any way he can get 'em, man.
TIPY
Candles! Lots and lots of candles! It's like a bad "first time" gone horribly awry. Justin is so pretty. I hate him. Fuck. He comes over to our side and does this horrible horrible act out for "Just close your eyes" and I hate him even more.
And then they harmonize and it's all pretty and...fuck.
Moving right along. Nothing to see here.
OH! Wait! At the Philly show, I saw something that floored me! Lance actually took flowers that someone had along the catwalk. Which was shocking because...I couldn't rememeber the last time I saw them take things from the audience. Why do you think they're not being pelted with things anymore? I can remember watching BSB's Homecoming concert, and they were just like...pelted.
Oh, and some girl had a picture of Justin in the front row. He pointed at it, smiled, and gave her a thumbs up.
What. A. RETARD.
Did they put in this video just to rile up the teenies? Everytime Justin leans in to kiss the girl, my entire section screamed "NO!" Right, because he's totally going to come out and make out with you. But of course, everyone cheers for Lance when he kisses the chick in the On The Line trailer. They're just happy he's getting some, I guess.
I grab my binoculars, just because I have to see the spectacular pink shirt up close. *sigh* How I love fedoras.
As Justin writhes and pounds and sings his ass off, suddenly he's overtaken by the act out/riff god, and he's on his back, thrusting for all he's worth. This is his way of getting into the music? Wow. And Lyn was there, too. Of course, Britney wasn't. He just thought he could go buckwild, I guess. The rest of the guys laugh and shake their heads. That crazy Justin.
And Jayne is pissed that Justin sings this song? I couldn't imagine JC doing this. Justin may go riff crazy, but JC would end up stretching this song to DMB proportions.
The sound effect of Chris punching Justin is doubled, and they stop in the middle of their patter to give the keyboardist a disparriaging look.
Love it.
JC also overemotes during this part as they sneak offstage, so watch for him. Moron.
IGBM
JC gets our section with a Supersoaker, the fucker. Thank God for the dancer who gets him with Silly String. The look on his face was absolutely priceless. I really have no idea how he picked all of it out of his poufy curly mop that he calls hair.
Lance, naturally, comes out wrapped in a huge stuffed dog. Poo-fu! Whoo! He then hops onto a bike, careening down the catwalk. I can just see him flying off, out into the crowd, his spangly outfit being torn to shreds. He stops in time. He's been tooling around on Justin's hog.
JC sings his chorus while hopping on one of those bouncy balls I have hopped around Wal-Mart in many a time. His voice sounds the same as when he's standing. I'm disturbed by this. I tell Zoe, who says "His natural state is jumping!"
And Joey sucks his thumb and hangs with a big teddy bear.
Oh, and Chris? He definitely went to some physical comedy school. That night he came flying towards the end of the stage in a scooter, flew off, grabbed the railing, and propelled himself around. Impressive. V. Impressive.
OH! And watch the dog that Lance brings out. Because they put him up by the band, and it flops all around with the bass and looks amusing.
And Justy broke out the tattoo. That just...has to be fake. Or...just. Very, very pretentious and wrong. Although it does not include checkered flags or proclamations of "Rock of Ages."
At Philly, Helen said that she was most impressed with JC's bouncy ball act. It's amazing, I tell you. Amazing. Am I impressed with the stage size? Or the costumes? Or the pyro? No. I'm amazed that JC can bounce on a ball, chew gum, and sing. All at the same time. The multitasker he is. Oh, and he also broke out several superduper jumps! I was v. excited.
Breakdown with Audience
We get JC and Lance, kings of the "we're bored" emoting as the other side yells. Nice. I'm way more excited about this than I should be. *Sigh* I scream giddily. This is awful.
Ya'll know that we came to rock.
Give us some of that Dirty Pop.
Who came up with this stuff?!
LIME - Look Into My Eyes. Now called See Right Through You, to everyone who complained. Look, it was called LIME before. Whatever.
I just realized this acronym. That's fabulous. LIME and Corona, man.
For a moment, I thought "They did this song? What is this song? I have no recollection." Then I remembered. It's the song with the boob turntables!
And then I went to Philly. And then I remembered that THAT was Up Against The Wall. LIME has the treadmills. And for the love of GOD, watch JC. He just...jesus. Bad hair and all, that boy has got some moves on those treadmills, yo.
I can't quite recall WHY I couldn't remember this song. I mean, I like it! It's a great dancy song. But it just didn't stick out. I think it needed some sort of catch that would make me say "OH! That's what it is!"
Like some literal choreography! That always helps!
Band Introduction
GAH! Reuben up close! Joey doing a little salsa ass shaking up close! Whoo! The night is good.
You know, NSYNC does have a kickass band. I heart Kevin. He's wearing some blingin' ice around his neck.
And Dave is 18! There are so many wonderkinds on this tour. It's sickening. How long has he been with the band?
Fucking Joey! He's not SUPPOSED to be funny, because you know what? We all believed him. Dave is 26 or so, according to the Fanbus girls.
Up Against The Wall
I realize at the last moment that JC is singing, he has the first line, and he's...not there.
But then he appears! Looking sheepish as he sings his line as he rushes to his spot.
What the FUCK were you doing, Chasez? Get stuck in your purple velcro ruffle shirt?
Dude, pee beforehand or something.
But he's not late at all! Unless he's late every night or something. But WHY would you purposely have him rush out every night? I don't get it. If it went with the literal choreography, you know, then I would. But how do you get JC rushing out while singing out of "I was just doin' my thang"? Oddness.
Again, the interpretive dancing and cheesy!Crisp Screen Graphics are back.
The Spot. Sure beats The Klub.
I think.
A disco ball.
Turntables that look like boobs.
And really retarded dancing.
"She took my hand" involves grabbing a girl dancer and skipping with her gleefully. Watch Justin. He sticks on his "I'm Special" smile. I think they also do some sort of do-si-do move.
The girls have on ADORABLE JLo jean jumpsuits, except for the "main" girl, who is in a yellow and black outfit god awful lycra outfit. Poor girl. I wonder what bet she lost. She looks like a finch.
Update: FINCH GIRL IS GONE! Props to her for putting her foot down and saying "Get this shitty thing off me and get me my own JLo jumpsuit, you bitches!" I was most relieved, although sad that Helen couldn't share in the amusement.
BUT! I don't understand. Why do all the dancers have velcro if only one of them will be sticking? Do they live in constant fear that Justin will grab them and toss them onto a wall?
My favorite dancer - the blonde who mostly dances with Justin - loses her inner ear monitor and keeps dancing as she hooks it back in. I'm v. impressed.
Lance is - of course - on our side of the stage again for the velcro wall. He keeps unsticking, the slick little bastard (C) Zoe.
I find it extremely amusing how sexual the choreography is, but how they make it as unsexual as possible by keeping all this room between the girls and their thrusting pelvis.
I love the trampolines. If I were a dancer, I'd spend all my time hopping around on them. At the Philly show, the dancer on my side - the "Give us some of that dirty pop" side, did an awesome toe touch. I was suitably impressed.
And what is with finch girl at the end? I don't get that either. "Hey guys, let's stick her up here! She's up against a wall! Wow!"
All this literal shit has GOT to go.
AND! I almost forgot. The icing on the cake. They sing...
SHORTY had me up against the wall.
I have no words.
Celebrity
GAH! Could they put anymore stage makeup on JC's poor girlfriend? And her outfit is just...wow. Poor girl. First the finch, now this.
I love this video, though. "What up, DORK?"
And LANCE! Combing his hair and his muscles are all flexing and shit...
"What are YOUUUUU doing?"
Sick, I tell you.
When Justin comes out of the floor - on our side of the stage, I absolutely....yeah, so anyway, he comes out, in this long trench and aviators and...
Okay FINE. It was the only time I have ever found those sort of sunglasses sexy.
He looks all Neo-ish and I keep thinking of him saying "Okey dokey."
The rest of the sparkle bandits join him. JC is wearing some sort of Don Johnson sportcoat. Oh. Wow. Yeah, that kills the mood.
The bass is so loud at this point that I'm literally almost being knocked over. FUCK. This is insane.
The boys head over to the velvet rope, giving Lonnie a high elbow as they pass. I notice he has on those industrial ear cover things that jackhammer operators wear. Smart man.
We frantically search for Hat Girl, who is on the other side, snapping away. Justin bypasses her but goes over to back his ass up for another group of girls, who go camera crazy.
yes, that's right, they all get NSYNC cameras to make them feel like they're really doing some press junket, although (thank the good lord) someone wised up and realized having the audience do that was a really retarded idea.
My favorite dancer has on a kickass purple dress for this number. She's the only one who gets cute attire for this one. What's her gig that she gets all the best outfits? I'm jealous.
The song. Rocks.
Fuck.
The Slow Songs/Joey Speaks Out
How did they get JOEY to be the one to read the letters? So he can prove that he's really smrt? I love that they're all incredibly short. He stumbles over one. HAH! And watch closely while other people are talking or doing solos. You can see Joey looking over the next letter. Amusing.
Tonight someone has written something to Chris about "a relative we have in common." Joey says the name. Chris give an "I don't fuckin' know" shrug. Fabulous.
JC's arms are getting some serious closeup time on The Crisp Screen. I'm happy to see that they're finally getting muscular again. It's all that working out with the BBMak boys. But there's something odd about the way his bicep is cut. Is that an alien implant?
Either it's the way that the screen is, or they're all extremely banged up. Both JC and Chris appear to have many wounds. What the hell does Wade do to those poor boys?
Fallen is gorgous. You go Chris. But I hate you now, because I will be buying the UK version of Celebrity just to get the fucking thing. Bitches. They didn't cut it just because they hate Chris. They did it to tease us by hearing it at concerts and then helping them to rake in more dough. Smart bastards.
On Saturday, at the end of the last slow song, JC came over to our section at the second stage, totally eating up all the applause. After he finished singing, he gave us some sort of roof raising move, which I didn't quite understand. But what could I do but do it back?
You all must understand. At a concert, you do these things without thinking. I'm sorry.
He does it again, although I miss it because his back is to me now. I do catch him doing something where he licks his finger and then sticks it in the air, either testing which way his hair is blowing or telling the crowd they're sizzling. I'm not sure which. His outfit is quite amusing. It's like, a white tracksuit with red piping. I wonder how much that set the wardrobe budget back.
I don't know how I missed the tulip part. I guess I should be thankful that it was hidden from view. Or actually, now that I think about it, I just thought he was wearing those hideous pants from JGP at the Blockbuster Awards.
NSA
I'm so happy they're doing this song! I may miss DG, but this is my favorite track off NSA. And I get to do the "his eyes wander 'round" move! I finally notice Lance's fuzz experiment on his face. I love it. His shirt is perplexing, however, and I stare at it transfixedly as he bops in front of us.
WHY DO WE ALWAYS GET LANCE? Couldn't they switch sides a little more?
I do get to giggle at his dancing, which is cute esp. with the little concentrating look on his face, and he's gotten tons better but...why can't I stare at like...Justin instead? Please?
But anyway. Lance's shirt. I can't tell what the hell is on it, so I drag out the binoculars.
It's either pigs, or odd geometric shapes. I'll go with the latter.
Chris stays up on the second stage for most of the song, and when he finally makes his way up to the front of the stage tonight, Justin grandly waves him through.
They're so cute. It's disgusting. If you're up this close, you can see them goofing off and smiling and pointing and laughing at each other all night. The fuckers.
I love Justin's fireworks, and I *hate* fireworks. But it looks cool. I make sure to cover my ears.
The dissappear down the trapdoors in front of us. The smoke/dry ice that shoots up is FREEZING.
Game Over
I can't even comment on Odeous, or Odysseus, or whatever. It does amuse me that "Electronica" flashes repeatedly on the screens. Thanks for clearing that up for all the teenies who have no idea what they're listening to, fellas. And I still feel that spark of hope that when, you know they log onto the search engine that our url will pop up. Because I'm, you know, sad.
But Game Over, now this is cool. Of course, BSB is probably all pissed that they stole their ideas for costumes. But who cares? NSYNC pulls it off so much better. And at least they didn't actually get their own comic book.
The part where they're all up on the screen ROCKS, although it's all so Chili Peppers. But still! They're stealers. They're not ashamed. Rock on with your bad selves.
And they've stuck themselves in Paperboy! Whoo! Of course, I was never one to have a Nintendo, but I could actually play Paperboy somewhat.
JC and Chris' part is actually sort of funny. Wade had to go all out to make sure they go to high five and then miss each other, and also bump into each other as they dance. Nice. They head off into some sort of portals. Oookay.
I totally forget that Lance, Justin, and Joey propel themselves out of the trapdoors for Level 2. Fuck! All the good pictures, wasted! Fuck. They are, of course, in blue. Natch.
Is this the part that Joe got nailed? Ouch.
The girls, now they're odd. The outfits have GOTTA go. I'm thinking they look like something, but I can't put my finger on it. Lance crushes one girl's poor foot as they dance. They die, and then sort of lay on the stage, their hair spilling over the side. I wonder if it's painful, as they stay there for at least 5 minutes.
I fucking love the lasers! Lance, I still love you!
I love the "What made you think" part. When I first heard it, I was convinced JC was going to start rapping, which scared me, but then it was okay, and it was all mean and forceful.
After Ody is done for, they all rush off. Joey is the only one to help up a dancer as he goes. Fucking BASTARD.
BBB
The first night, I was convinced they were each wearing a Star Wars character on their shirts. They aren't.
BBB is...the usual BBB closing number. Fucking awesome. I hate the god damn pods, however. But the controversey on how they get offstage is hilarious. "It's the stairs!" "No, they go through trapdoors!" "No, they just run out!" Blah blah blah. They travel with their own illusionist, did you know that? Copperfield needed some extra bucks.
As the band jams, the girls set off the ending fireworks, I keep my eyes over at where the busses are parked, which are already on. About halfway through, like clockwork, they're gone.
How's that for a speedy exit?
"Let's go! We have to follow the bus!" cries SET's.
Oh, by all means, honey child, you try. Maybe you can make a sign that says "Justin, did you see my underwear? I showed it to all of section C, just for you!"
Because we all know that the only way to Justin Randall Timberlake's heart is to wear not only your heart on your sleeve, but to have your underwear be a part of your outfit.
Oh. And Hat Girl never returned to her seat.
Veddy interestink.