'I thought I would tell you the scoop on the drama surrounding the Black Eyed Peas' performance at Sunday's Grey Cup. Apparently the Peas are notoriously difficult to deal with, pulling diva stunts and producing riders that would make Usher blush.
Three days before the Grey Cup, the Peas called to say they would not be performing, as they had a busy schedule and this show was simply not a priority. Cue mad scramble, calls to managers, legal talk, etc., after which the Peas call to say fine, they will be coming after all, but they will be flying commercial and not by private jet, so there's no guarantees they will be able to make it there for showtime (kinda crucial considering what time showtime is in this scenario) since they have to deal with the airline's schedule. Cue more scrambling, calls to airlines, mad last-minute bookings, etc.
So the Peas arrived in Vancouver the night before the game, and then called from the hotel to say that Fergie was exhausted (read: Fergie has soiled the bottoms of all the outfits in wardrobe) and they will not be performing. After some final mad dashing around, and the ultimate presentation by the group of a brand-new rider (the featured item on which happened to be copious quantities of Cristal) the Peas were back on.
After, that is, using stand-ins to rehearse (primarily for blocking purposes with the stage, camera angles, etc.), and insisting on using back-up tracks (not wise in a stadium set-up, as Ashlee Simpson could probably tell you). I caught the performance on TV, and I can tell you, in terms of quality of performance they were certainly not worth the trouble. And you had to love the way Fergie's shorts were belted around the legs, and the belts kept riding up and squeezing her thighs into all kinds of interesting bulges, as well as giving her baggy bubble-butt. Oh well, at least they seemed to stay dry, which means in Fergie's mind it was probably a banner day indeed.'
Well, at least she didn't piss herself
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