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Despite hating the sensation of her gunging, Suzi was looking forward to presenting the show. The more she saw her gunging the more she realised that really, it wasn’t that bad. She would be avoiding getting messy as much as possible while presenting, not wanting to take another gunging, but she was at least willing to admit she looked great when covered in green and pink sludge.
It wasn’t even like she could avoid reliving her dunk tank trial without becoming a complete shut-in. ‘Nilla had recorded the dunking and used it to have trailers made, screencaps of which became adverts on billboards, buses, newspapers, magazines, anything. Becoming a shut-in was also impossible due to the fact she’d still got her job at the radio station, where she’d been interviewed about it.
In the present, Suzi was stood backstage, holding an envelope. She was wearing a black cocktail dress and matching flat shoes. On cue, she walked onto the stage, which was fairly small and had to chairs on it, all of them plush and red. One of them held two people, the other just one. Suzi walked to the middle of the stage and introduced the show. “Welcome! I’m Suzi Harrison and this is my Slop Drop show. Who wants to see someone get covered in gunge?” she called to the audience, receiving loud woops and cheers in response. “Good, you’re in the right place! This is how it goes here. Every week we bring two feuding celebs to the show and have the public settle their dispute. Whoever they side with gets to gunge the loser,” she explained. The audience ‘ooh’-ed in anticipation.
Suzi held up the envelope. “That’s not all! Each week one audience member will be gunged. Whoever it is, their name is in this envelope. It’s not purely up to me or anyone on the production crew though – they were nominated for a gunging.” The audience murmured as Suzi explained. “We’ll find out who it will be later, but it could be any of you! For now, let’s see who’s up for the vote tonight.”
A woman walked onto the stage holding a black and silver microphone. “From the band We Are The Fallen, it’s Carly Smithson!”
Suzi and Carly sat down on the chairs, Suzi on the single seat and Carly on the double, closer to Suzi. “So Carly, introduce yourselves to those who might not know you.”
Carly smiled nervously. “I’m Carly, I was in the seventh season of American Idol and later I joined a band called We Are The Fallen.”
Suzi nodded understandingly. “So who exactly would you have a grudge with?” she asked.
“It’s not so much who I have a grudge with. Thing is, We Are The Fallen is made up of myself, plus Rocky Gray, Ben Moody, John LeCompt and Marty O’Brien,” Carly explained.
“Wait, weren’t Rocky, Ben and John in Evanescence?” Suzi asked, feigning confusion.
Carly smirked. “Exactly, and they left due to ‘creative differences’ which is basically a euphemism for they just didn’t get on with Amy Lee.”
“Uh-huh… So if it’s about their problem with Amy Lee, why are you here and not one of them?” Suzi asked, now actually confused rather than faking it.
“Because that’s not the only issue,” Carly answered, before elaborating on her problem. “I’m in a band with former Evanescence members and we make a similar kind of music, I’ve been accused of copying her or ripping her off.”
Suzi sat back in her chair. “Well, there are two sides to every story. Let’s see what Amy has to say.”
Carly scooted up the chair and let Amy sit closer to Suzi. “So Amy, what exactly do you have to say about Carly’s accusations?” Suzi asked as Carly passed the microphone to Amy.
“I’m hurt! This is jealousy, pure and simple!”
“Care to elaborate?”
“My band’s far bigger than yours and if it wasn’t because they worked with me, nobody would know who they were. And Carly, you would have faded into obscurity if it wasn’t for them,” Amy explained.
“I see. So basically, you think Carly owes her career to you?”
Amy loved the idea but laughed it off. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
Suzi nodded. “But you still think you’re being vilified?”
“Yes! Absolutely!” Amy enthused. “Carly should be the one to get slimed for this!”
“And that’s your opinion but it’s not down to me. It’s down to our viewers,” Suzi explained, turning to the camera. She then told the viewers about how to vote via phone call, text or red button. “Whoever has the most votes by the time lines close in part three will face tonight’s gunging. And Carly, Amy, you two will get to see just what kind of sloppy punishment you’ll be up for. Join us then!”
Results update will be up some time next Friday, with the overall results up the Friday after