WHAT THE HELL?
Is the only question I have for all of you music executives, especially Mr. Combs.
Clearly the message conveyed here is as long as you have a pretty face, I can try to make you a star. And screw the industry for continuing to serve us bullshit and calling it music.
Oh yes, I can see the Staple Center, American Airline Center, and many other arenas nationwide selling out concert tickets to see Ms. Cassie.
The show would go a little something like this: