Right Kind Of Wrong

Live TV I hate it, nothing good ever comes out of it. Well maybe me winning Idol might be considered good, but nothing else. Then there is talking and live TV. There should be rules against me talking on live TV, I just don't like it and I don't see why myself and everyone around me should suffer my babbling.

'You've got that confused look on your face again.............' It's called thinking Simon.

'Does Ryan have to talk so much...............' That's right Kelly, push the subject away from you.

'It's in his contract.........he has to say more words during each show than anyone else........'Ha that's funny.

'Funny......'I laugh.

'No seriously...........'

'And It's Carrie Underwood.........' Okay time to pay attention. The screen behind Ryan lights up and there she is. All blond and beautiful. I'm trying my best to stay focused, listen to her sing and come up with something other than I love you and marry me, which think could fall out my mouth if I'm not careful. She makes me want to tap dance out the closet, and that doesn't sound weird at all Kelly. The music comes to a sudden stop and the crowd behind me begin to ch