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Want to get MAJOR exposure for your band and Music?
Ever wanted to perform LIVE on Fuse?
Want to have girls fight over you?
 
If so, this is a HUGE opportunity for you!
 
Fuse is currently casting a Dating Show and we are looking for Musicians and Bands to be apart of the show!
 
The show will feature girls who are constantly attracted to Musicians fighting over dating one.
 
The Band or Musician that gets picked not only gets to date one of the Hot Girls, but also will get to perform LIVE on Fuse, mention their band on the air, and gain tons of exposure.
 
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FUSE TV IS LOOKING FOR MUSICIANS… AND THE PEOPLE THAT LOVE THEM!

Are you looking for LOVE?
Are you always attracted to MUSICIANS?
Are you obsessed with MUSIC TRIVIA?
Are you MUSICALLY TALENTED?
Well, if you’re any of the above, WE WANT YOU!!

FUSE TV is currently casting for a new DATING GAME SHOW and we’re looking for a medley of contestants to be a part of it.

We want TWO specific types of people, so PLEASE READ CAREFULLY:

*MUSICIANS:

- Can you play an instrument, sing, scratch, or rap?
- Do you love all things music and are a master of music trivia?
- Have you ever dreamed of dating someone who worships musicians
and people with musical talent?

We are looking for ALL types of musicians!
As long as you can showcase it, we want to see it!

*PEOPLE THAT LOVE MUSICIANS:

- Do you adore musicians and love people with musical talent?
- Do you find yourself attracted to the emo-sensitive guy, or the blinged out rapper,
or the pierced and tattooed metal head??!
- Have you ever wanted to date one of them?

** WELL, THIS IS YOUR CHANCE! **

You could WIN a slew of fun-filled amazing PRIZES, get to showcase your talents AND your music trivia knowledge… and maybe even find LOVE!!!

We want diversity! Contestants must have loads of personality, a wealth of music knowledge, a great sense of humor, and are comfortable on camera!

APPLY NOW!!!!

Send us an e-mail at: GameShowCasting@GothamCasting.com
and include the following:
NAME:
AGE: (You MUST be between 18-28)
PHONE:
CITY AND STATE: (You MUST be in the NYC area):
RECENT PHOTO: (at LEAST 2):

Also, state if you are a musician, or if you are someone attracted to them!

** MUSICIANS: Please include a LINK to your music, a video of you playing or singing, a freestyle, or ANYTHING that proves you have musical talent!**

She made an impassioned speech at the end but it was not enough. Hilary had to deliever a haymaker to obama's kelvair chin. Obama ducked and dodge avoided the knockout . It was just even , and hilary has to watch her lead slip into obama's pocket. Hilary can look forward to 2012.

Why do we love people who drive us crazy?  Who hurt us?  Who are, in many ways, the completely wrong person for us?  Why are some of us magnets for people with hurts, hang-ups and heartaches?

I heard Stacie Orrico's "Stuck on You" and that kinda said it, "I hate you, but I love you, I can't stop thinking of you..."  For more than 4 years now I've been in love with someone who has elicited this emotional response from me.  The duality of my thinking regarding him frightens and disturbs me, but I can't control it.  I guess because I don't hate him as much as I hate the things he says and does.  But then, maybe I shouldn't be separating them.  After all, God's word says, "As a man thinketh, so is he."  You think it, you do it.  You do it, you ARE it.  So I should hate him, right?  Except the Bible also says, "Love your enemies, and pray for those who persecute you."  So now I gotta love him?  No wonder I'm confused.  I'm starting to wonder if I don't love him as much as I have compassion for his tortured soul.  But it can't be just pity.  Pity wears thin after a while, unless you are so co-dependent you cant tell the difference.  I think I used to be that way, but I don't believe it anymore.

I search my own soul for reasons why I love this person so much that I would keep going back to him no matter how many times he hurt me.  Aside from the strange fact that I just do, there aren't many reasons why I should.  He's selfish, arrogant, vindictive and at times just plain crazy.  But he's also funny, caring, sensitive and loving when he wants to be.  He was my best friend, my lover, my confidant, he saw me for who I was, loved me for who I was, good and bad.  But then he would turn on me and suddenly I was his worst enemy. Maybe he hurt me to push me away, to protect me, because he knew he'd never be what I needed him to be.  Or maybe he is just a really bad person that I should be thankful to be rid of.  He claims to be bi-polar, now, I'm no doctor.  But I tend to be skeptical about blaming someone's behavior on  "chemical imbalance" (not that it doesn't happen, no hate mail please) rather than facing up to the fact that we are equipped with the power to make choices and we are responsible for the choices we make. 

It's very possible I may never see this person again.  He's hurt me a lot, so I should be happy about that, shouldn't I?  So....why am I sitting here crying?  Why is there an empty hole inside of me that no one else can fill, and who made that hole anyway, me or him?  I know I need to be strong, but I don't want to turn into some stone cold bitch who can't cry either.  I need to keep feeling, even though feeling is painful, it is strangely not as empty as the cold room of indifference.

I know -- I gotta be a big girl now.  I've got to find some peace, serenity, clarity.  I've got to live for me, myself, and I for a change -- and for my kids.  If I don't grow up, how can they have a chance at growing up?   Starting out the new year alone wasn't in the plan, but perhaps it was in God's plan.  Maybe now I can begin moving forward, concentrating on being a better me rather than running back to the past that I can't change.  Why does change always have to hurt so damn much?

Big girls don't cry, huh?  Well, I have a few tears left I need to get rid of.  Guess I'll be a big girl tomorrow, but right now, right or wrong...this big girl is crying.

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BIG GIRLS DONT CRY - FERGIE

La Da Da Da Da
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You're probably on your flight back to your home town
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
To be with myself and Center, Clarity
Peace, Serenity

[CHORUS:]
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightening out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry

The path that I'm walking
I must go alone
I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown, full grown
Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay

[CHORUS:]
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightening out to do

And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry

Like the little school mate in the school yard
We'll play jacks and UNO cards
I'll be your best friend and you'll be mine Valentine
Yes you can hold my hand if you want to
'Cause I want to hold yours too
We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
But it's time for me to go home
It's getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself and Center, Clarity
Peace, Serenity

[CHORUS]
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightening out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry

Fergie - Big Girls Don't Cry MUSIC VIDEO

What ravages of spirit
Conjured this temptuous rage
Created you a monster
Broken by the rules of love

    A blue glass bottle washed ashore today.  I found a scroll inside, a hand-written note with penmanship I didn't quite recognize – but it had familiar wit, and I wanted to believe it was you reaching out to me.  But you are too much like Blackbeard --flying your flag long enough to lure me close, then raising your true colors at the last second.  No choice but to surrender, a battle to the end, except I’m the one who lost their head.  I wrote my reply with trembling hands:
        
        Is it really you?  I thought you had forgotten which island I live on.
   
    I sent it back across the waves with peculiar hope. The reply came swift as the sunset:
   
        I’m coming for you.

    So I sheltered the bottle by my side
       
        like the child we’ll never have

and wondered how you learned a new language so quickly.

And fate has led you through it,
you do what you have to do.
And fate has led you through it,
you do what you have to do.

    I waited with relentless optimism in the shade of our favorite palm tree, the one by the pool where we last shared our secrets. The cabana where the sweat and tears of our lightless trysts fell has fallen down itself, along with my faith in us.  I’m not certain I want to rebuild it, regardless of your apparent sincerity.

    In my mind’s eye, I remember your rip-tide pupils -- filled with the aquamarine of the sea.  Looking into them was enough to make me forget
       
        as all lovers do

that each time I opened my eyes under your spell, they filled with saline regret.

And I have the sense to recognize
that I don't know how to let you go.
   
    I saw the light of a ship coming towards me and I flashed a firefly SOS.  Save my soul.  I guided the ship into my safe harbor, anxious to see your face,
       
        forgetting all the times you made me walk the plank.

    I ran to the water’s edge and called your name.  A face peered at me from over the starboard rail, but it was not yours.  The wind stilled in my sails.  I had been given the key to the treasure chest, only to open the lid and find the chest was empty. 

    I could join this new captain’s crewe and be done with promises you never intended to keep, but I could not leave the consolation of my isolation.  I thanked the stranger for attempting a rescue, but declined his offer.  With a sympathetic wave of a sea-worn hand, the stranger sailed off to chase the North Star.

Every moment marked
With apparitions of your soul

    I had been happy in my vagueness.  Now, this brush with your remembrance has left me longing for you even more than before, all of the eros and errors of the past flooded back into that chamber behind my heart that you drained before you left.

    I looked at the note again – did I miss a clue?  Maybe the “X” that marks the spot of my perception of us will be clearer to me now.  I should have known when I saw the words written plainly and boldly in red ink...blood?
   
        I’ve missed you.

    I should have known it couldn't possibly be you who wrote it.  It resonates with too much sincerity.  Yet, I couldn't shake off the shiver that ran up my spine, thinking that you might still think of me -- as if any sailor could remember his past when he's lying under his own mast serving cocktails to the mermaids.

I’m ever swiftly moving
Trying to escape this desire

    I know, I know, I have no right to anticipate a rescue.  What is this fascination I have for loving someone who can’t love me back?  So quick to forget, it was you who marooned me here in the first place.  I must be insane, self-induced heat stroke has me seeing mirages across the waves, because you have made your world a place that I cannot go -- yet I sense you’re calling me back.  I can’t come to you on my own.  I don't have Jesus’ feet, or Moses’ staff.  I need deliverance.

The yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do.
The yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do.

    I have no control over this craving within me just to feel you next to me, to slip my hand into yours, to hold you without condescension.  Desire is a tide drawn by forces outside itself, a moon of anticipation.  You wait for the next phase to tell you when to slide in and shape my shoreline.  You are always on the horizon – like the sun -- you always seem to rise or set too soon.  I know I should be glad for the colors you left behind when you sank into the sea, and for the rainbow of a misty morning through the prism of lust, but all I can think of now is that even my shadow has been stolen from me.  I haven’t seen your face -- other than the faded one in the heart-shaped box of my psyche, or heard your voice -- other than the whisper of your last goodbye.

But I have the sense to recognize
that I don’t know how to let you go.
No, I don’t know how to let you go.

    I am a victim of my own covetousness.  I pledge to make an everlasting memorial to what can never be, so that if you ever come to your senses and seek me out, you will know the truth. I will take a flint and strike it against the entrance to my darkened cave, using the spark to ignite a signal fire should you ever steer your boat in this direction, bound for redemption.  I’ll scrawl my epitaph over the entrance,
   
        I never stopped.

A glowing ember
Burning hot -- Burning slow
Deep within I’m shaken by the violence
of existing for only you

    I’ll blow on the flickering coals with ferocious longing, fan it with angst; fuel it with the last breath of my shame – until the blaze intensifies with every question of your intention and asks for you in snarling, menacing tones, swallowing all hope of discovery, igniting all fear of rejection.  I’ll stoke it with sweet branches of recollection, even though the kindling is wet with tears.  Nothing but smoke remains now, a whisper of unrequited love traipsing through the trees, pungent with the odors of sex and denial.

I know I can’t be with you
I do what I have to do
I know I can’t be with you
I do what I have to do

And I have sense to recognize that
I don’t know how to let you go
I don’t know how to let you go
I don’t know how to let you go

But I do have the sense to know I can, I will, I must let you go.  It is not you I have been holding on to this whole time.  It is the love I hold inside me, that you do not deserve, that is what I cannot let go of.  I must treasure it close to me, put it in a sheltered place inside my cave until that one who knows the missing pieces of my code comes looking for me.

I must let this ship sail away.  I must learn the difference between a siren's wail and a lover's sigh.  I will sit on this shore till he comes, I will trust in the Heavens to send him here. 

Lyrics - Sarah McLachlan "Do What You Have To Do"

Sarah McLachlan - Do What You Have To Do (Mirroball Live)

I don't run,i walk steady thru the water that falls from heaven. In my eye I see her all heat and nightmares tall glass of ice in a blizzard, she talks in puzzles,her body moves like a rattle snake, as I lay there I think of I walking towards the warm light into the open arm of heaven.

When you go out tomorrow to vote,take a breath,look around and think. This is history my friend a woman or a black man will be president,here in america. Do you hear the souls of klansman deep in the pits of hell screaming. We will choose one or the other and america will take a giant leap forward,be excited this is a new age. Be mindful listen to the issues,watch the candidates,and think about america over the next 4 yrs. We are on the edge of new age. Let's not drop the ball.