Making the Band

So lately i've been considering breaking into the music industry as a producer. My dream? To create the next boy band. Let's be honest, the Jonas Brothers are fading fast, getting married and what not. Bieber fever is still going strong but lets be realistic, what kind of staying power does a one man show REALLY have?

After searching youtube for my future band, I think I found exactly what i'm looking for. These kids have that special IT factor it takes to be a star. Each one them a musician in his (maybe her, I can't be sure) own right. All I have to do now is get in contact and draw up a sneaky contract that tricks them into giving me full control of their lives.

Now if you are at work, secretely wasting valuable work time reading my blog (thank you) and do not want to draw attention to this fact by playing these videos out loud - do yourself a favor, log back on later and watch them at home. Also, invest in some head phones, 40 hours a week? That's ridiculous.

Lets begin...

Here we have the Chubby Cupcake Boy, he looks like he's going to explode.



He will be the token weird/funny band member. His role will be similar to that of Cowboy Troy in Big and Rich. He's the show within the show.

Here we have the emotional Mini Fergie.



I feel like girls will relate to him. He will be the "nice" band member that girls imagine bringing home to meet their mom. Comparable to Brian in the Backstreet Boys.

And now the My Humps Beat Boxer.



There are points in his song when you actually question whether it's english that he is speaking. He doesn't necessarily know the words but he's grasped the just of the "sound". He will be bring the beat. What a talented family this is. I might snipe up his little mechanic brother in the background for tour bus maintenance.

And please welcome, Hit Him Baby One More Time.



My favorite move is when he hugs himself. I feel like this has "signature move" potential written all over it. With his blonde hair and sexy dancing he will be a winner with the girls for sure. Shame on his Mom for scaring him in the midst of his performance.

And last but CERTAINLY not least, Hey Jude Boy (or girl)



He or she (this is questionable - the tank says she, the hair cut says he) brought it. The kids got a stage, props (stuffed cars), musical instruments, a mic, various range and pitch all of which created a solid delivery. Diaper aside I truly felt like I was at a concert. This kid will be the lead.

Now this one has nothing to do with the music industry and i'm sure many of you have already heard about this little indonesian boy, but I needed to post it anyway. And he is holding a guitar. He has a certain swagger and maturity for his age. Perhaps he could be the manager.



Was anyone else scared he was going to burn his nipple?

Before I got let's talk about me for a second. Yesterday I slaved away at work all day reconciling bank statements, chugging diet pepsi and swiveling in my swivel chair. Absolutely nothing exciting or entertaining happened. I did however, make some more headway in the Eclipse reading. I have two more chapters to finish before 6:35 tonight. Oh and I watched Big Brother. Annie being the SABOTEUR (I hate that word, why not sabotager) totally came out of left field. A bisexual being a saboteur does make sense though. Well played Big Brother, sh** could have got weird. You slept with Brendon AND Rachel?

Anyway, my Man asked me around 8 o'clock if I wanted to go to Moxies for suppa. Obviously, I said yes. Now that's 3 Moxie suppers in the last 4 days. Life is good. I'm considering just moving in. The big booth in the lounge looks rather comfortable. Plus the cooks have to know me by now. I'm sure the "Quesadilla with no cheese and a side of ranch" is a fairly unique/unusual/abnormal request. When the order comes up I imagine their reaction to be something along the lines of, "damn it, THIS girl AGAIN. How many times a week does she eat here?" Three. Three times a week.