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I was working this concert at a local college and this American Idol winner, or runner up or whatnot, was on tour with, oh, what was that band's name again? Maroon 5 I believe. The American Idol winner was such a little punk. He thought he was the biggest deal this side of the Mississippi and his rep, or publicist or whatnot, he kept on telling the caterer that the deli ham wasn't rolled the right way and that the AI guy wanted this very obscure brand of bottled water, chilled to a certain temp, and all this stupid prima dona crap.
The funny part? He was terrible. No emotion in his voice whatsoever. Not one ounce of pure feeling. He was a star alright, in his imagination.
“The day the power of love overrules the love of power, the world will know peace.”
― Mahatma Gandhi