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Look at Lance's little smile!
His head bobs to the music.
The tire tracks on his shirt.
And the hotness.
"Range is incredible. You connected with the audience. Great performance. Four stars."
"Definitely. You've got the look. You've got the talent. Celine Dion's very hard to sing to. So I give you four stars."
Love. Him.
I have clearly been Lance deprived over the past months.
And my roommate's boyfriend came home with the Britney/Justin issue of "Star" for me. Nothing says, "I love you" like a Britney/Justin tabloid for your girlfriend's 'Nsync crazed roommate.
His head bobs to the music.
The tire tracks on his shirt.
And the hotness.
"Range is incredible. You connected with the audience. Great performance. Four stars."
"Definitely. You've got the look. You've got the talent. Celine Dion's very hard to sing to. So I give you four stars."
Love. Him.
I have clearly been Lance deprived over the past months.
And my roommate's boyfriend came home with the Britney/Justin issue of "Star" for me. Nothing says, "I love you" like a Britney/Justin tabloid for your girlfriend's 'Nsync crazed roommate.