The Ensanity
01-20-2003, 11:34 PM
Ok you little avril lovers out there i was just sent something about a reporter attempting to interview this little ***** and she totally freaks out on him over a few simple questions... now heres the avril we all know and hate
Follow-Up Interview With Avril Lavigne September 7, 2002 |
I straighten the collar on my light blue polo shirt nervously as I watch several acts on the roster for Minneapolis radio station, KDWB's annual Last Chance Summer Dance perform. It is certainly not the first time I've been in attendance at a concert. It's not the concert that makes me nervous. It's the interview I'm to do very soon.
There is an astounding applause as the next performer is introduced. It's 17-year-old rocker, Avril Lavigne, the girl I'm set to interview after the show. I can see Avril quite well from where I'm standing. In fact, I see her in an almost painfully clear way. Her dark blue army shirt and striped tie seem to stand out too well and I feel myself being trapped by the realization of where I am and what I'm doing.
But perhaps I should stop now for a moment and explain myself. Just last week, I wrote on my website that my last Avril interview experience must have surely been a misunderstanding. To put it lightly, Avril was rather rude to me, however it still fails to be seen which one of us was truly at fault.
This is my mission today: To interview Avril again and hopefully, do a better job of it. I am not sure if she will remember me or the interview. My hope is that we will be able to make some kind of a connection. As a journalist, I am more than eager to interview one of today's biggest and brightest stars. Avril is, without argument, making an impact all over the world and I feel obligated to find out more about her. This task, though, is a difficult one for me. Since interviewing Avril back in July, secretly, I have been having nightmares about the "Sk8er Boi" singing, petite 5'2", outspoken, rawkstar. I know that I should not be afraid, but I am.
I look up at Avril as she performs. Her hands grip the microphone tightly as she soulfully sings. She scans the crowd slowly, her eyes finally landing on ME. She continues singing, but I see that she is thinking about something. I know that she must somehow, see straight through me. She knows that I am afraid.
I smack myself back to reality and try to enjoy the rest of the show. I run through an ideal interview in my head, reminding myself that I should come back to reality. After all, this is only a teenage girl. I am an experienced journalist of many years and have nothing to fear.
The show is over and the crowd is beginning to exit and I slip backstage. I stop to have a few words with the remnants of girl-group 3LW, nodding sympathetically as Adrienne laments about ex-member, Naturi's recent exit from the group. She and Kiely apologize for not being able to talk longer, and head off in another direction. In the distance, I hear a pumped-up exclamation ("Hell yeah!") from a young girl. It's Avril. I close my eyes and try to remain calm. I walk closer and see her talking excitedly to one of her band members. There are few others in sight.
My hand draws tightly around the two folding chairs I brought along. Would Avril want to sit down? Would she even agree to do the interview? I take a deep breath.
"Avril," I begin brightly, walking towards her and extending my hand. Avril stops in mid-sentence. Both she and the band guy look annoyed.
I clear my throat and say, "I was wondering if you might like to do an interview."
"Uhmm," Avril mutters passively, "Just a minute."
She leans towards the band member and they whisper together for a moment.
"Sure!" she exclaims, breaking away from the huddle. "I'm gonna go get a hot dog," the guy says, waving as he walks off away from us.
"I brought some chairs if you'd like," I offer, my voice breaking a little towards the end of the brief statement.
"Oh, awesome!" Avril says, bouncing towards me a grabbing one of them. She takes an excessively long time unfolding it and then sits down across from me.
"You may remember me," I begin.
"Yeah! Chad! My man! How the **** have you been?" Avril interrupts.
"Actually, it's Chet," I correct her, "Chet Healey."
"Oh, yeah, cool, whatever," she says quickly. Unsure of how to proceed, I nervously straighten my collar once again.
"Nice shirt," Avril snorts.
Deciding to ignore the comment, I smile a little bit and prepare to begin the interview.
"Your new video for 'Sk8er Boi,' is heavily rotated on both MTV and Much Music. Are you glad that people seem to be responding so well to the second single?" I ask.
"What do you mean? Like I'm not a one-hit wonder now or something? I never thought I was gonna be one. I know I'm gonna be so much more than that," she replies defensively.
"So you've always known you'd be a singer," I springboard off her last comment.
"Hell, yes! I remember being a little girl and singing wherever I went. I worked to make my name known and ****. I knew I was gonna be a star.," she says, putting specific emphasis on the word "star."
I nod in agreement, and say, "Well, you certainly are a star."
"Did you always know you wanted to be a writer?" she then asks.
Feeling as though the tables have been turned, perhaps a bit inappropriately, I reply coolly, "I prefer the word 'journalist,' but yes. I have always enjoyed writing."
"Are you like, really a real journalist then," she asks, fingering the bottom of her signature tie.
Ignoring this comment also, I decide to quickly ask another question.
"Tell us about your tie," I blurt out.
A look of genuine disgust crosses over Avril's face. Her mouth draws up into a harsh scowl.
"What about my tie?" she demands.
Finding myself a bit tongue tied, I expand on the question. "Is it an essential part of your style?"
"What's this 'my style?' I just wear whatever the **** I want. I wear ties because I like to. I wouldn't like wear a ****ing Ralph Lauren baby blue polo shirt like some people are doing just to make themselves look good and ****." she blasts.
Reeling from the verbal assault, I manage to get out an "Okay," and then instinctively reach under my chair.
Follow-Up Interview With Avril Lavigne September 7, 2002 |
I straighten the collar on my light blue polo shirt nervously as I watch several acts on the roster for Minneapolis radio station, KDWB's annual Last Chance Summer Dance perform. It is certainly not the first time I've been in attendance at a concert. It's not the concert that makes me nervous. It's the interview I'm to do very soon.
There is an astounding applause as the next performer is introduced. It's 17-year-old rocker, Avril Lavigne, the girl I'm set to interview after the show. I can see Avril quite well from where I'm standing. In fact, I see her in an almost painfully clear way. Her dark blue army shirt and striped tie seem to stand out too well and I feel myself being trapped by the realization of where I am and what I'm doing.
But perhaps I should stop now for a moment and explain myself. Just last week, I wrote on my website that my last Avril interview experience must have surely been a misunderstanding. To put it lightly, Avril was rather rude to me, however it still fails to be seen which one of us was truly at fault.
This is my mission today: To interview Avril again and hopefully, do a better job of it. I am not sure if she will remember me or the interview. My hope is that we will be able to make some kind of a connection. As a journalist, I am more than eager to interview one of today's biggest and brightest stars. Avril is, without argument, making an impact all over the world and I feel obligated to find out more about her. This task, though, is a difficult one for me. Since interviewing Avril back in July, secretly, I have been having nightmares about the "Sk8er Boi" singing, petite 5'2", outspoken, rawkstar. I know that I should not be afraid, but I am.
I look up at Avril as she performs. Her hands grip the microphone tightly as she soulfully sings. She scans the crowd slowly, her eyes finally landing on ME. She continues singing, but I see that she is thinking about something. I know that she must somehow, see straight through me. She knows that I am afraid.
I smack myself back to reality and try to enjoy the rest of the show. I run through an ideal interview in my head, reminding myself that I should come back to reality. After all, this is only a teenage girl. I am an experienced journalist of many years and have nothing to fear.
The show is over and the crowd is beginning to exit and I slip backstage. I stop to have a few words with the remnants of girl-group 3LW, nodding sympathetically as Adrienne laments about ex-member, Naturi's recent exit from the group. She and Kiely apologize for not being able to talk longer, and head off in another direction. In the distance, I hear a pumped-up exclamation ("Hell yeah!") from a young girl. It's Avril. I close my eyes and try to remain calm. I walk closer and see her talking excitedly to one of her band members. There are few others in sight.
My hand draws tightly around the two folding chairs I brought along. Would Avril want to sit down? Would she even agree to do the interview? I take a deep breath.
"Avril," I begin brightly, walking towards her and extending my hand. Avril stops in mid-sentence. Both she and the band guy look annoyed.
I clear my throat and say, "I was wondering if you might like to do an interview."
"Uhmm," Avril mutters passively, "Just a minute."
She leans towards the band member and they whisper together for a moment.
"Sure!" she exclaims, breaking away from the huddle. "I'm gonna go get a hot dog," the guy says, waving as he walks off away from us.
"I brought some chairs if you'd like," I offer, my voice breaking a little towards the end of the brief statement.
"Oh, awesome!" Avril says, bouncing towards me a grabbing one of them. She takes an excessively long time unfolding it and then sits down across from me.
"You may remember me," I begin.
"Yeah! Chad! My man! How the **** have you been?" Avril interrupts.
"Actually, it's Chet," I correct her, "Chet Healey."
"Oh, yeah, cool, whatever," she says quickly. Unsure of how to proceed, I nervously straighten my collar once again.
"Nice shirt," Avril snorts.
Deciding to ignore the comment, I smile a little bit and prepare to begin the interview.
"Your new video for 'Sk8er Boi,' is heavily rotated on both MTV and Much Music. Are you glad that people seem to be responding so well to the second single?" I ask.
"What do you mean? Like I'm not a one-hit wonder now or something? I never thought I was gonna be one. I know I'm gonna be so much more than that," she replies defensively.
"So you've always known you'd be a singer," I springboard off her last comment.
"Hell, yes! I remember being a little girl and singing wherever I went. I worked to make my name known and ****. I knew I was gonna be a star.," she says, putting specific emphasis on the word "star."
I nod in agreement, and say, "Well, you certainly are a star."
"Did you always know you wanted to be a writer?" she then asks.
Feeling as though the tables have been turned, perhaps a bit inappropriately, I reply coolly, "I prefer the word 'journalist,' but yes. I have always enjoyed writing."
"Are you like, really a real journalist then," she asks, fingering the bottom of her signature tie.
Ignoring this comment also, I decide to quickly ask another question.
"Tell us about your tie," I blurt out.
A look of genuine disgust crosses over Avril's face. Her mouth draws up into a harsh scowl.
"What about my tie?" she demands.
Finding myself a bit tongue tied, I expand on the question. "Is it an essential part of your style?"
"What's this 'my style?' I just wear whatever the **** I want. I wear ties because I like to. I wouldn't like wear a ****ing Ralph Lauren baby blue polo shirt like some people are doing just to make themselves look good and ****." she blasts.
Reeling from the verbal assault, I manage to get out an "Okay," and then instinctively reach under my chair.