Beauty is the red carpet dressed to kill. Fame are the flashing, blinding lights ready to pull at the fabric of flaws. Rhythm is the flow of talent blending and brilliant, and soul is the heart tonight. Lift the stars up, and let them burn, exceeding into glory. They are all monstars on the stage lit with the essence of dreams, but one will reign supreme, her golden rays of antennae brushing the world with whispers of gratitude. But they are all kings and queens riding the storm of all that they are, charged with chemistry, and not afraid to steal the scene with smooth rider moves, poetry in motion, and raising us up and carrying us through the night, our muse of inspiration, legends forever. And they are our airplane of dance, passion, and hope, and tonight, we say thank you. Oh, my God, thank you for keeping us alive.
3. Baby Got Back
It was no holds barred for the razor sharp wit and oopsies of the outrageous and side-splitting comedy of Chelsea Handler. She was ready and sober for the stage, fueled with adrenaline and several slaps to the ass, but she had to tread carefully not to steal the scene. And Lindsay Lohan kept her in place. High in exhilaration, she went Beiber crazy, slipping into hot water with New Jersey’s rocky shore, and releasing the Chuy, and she knocked out punch line after punch line while Mickey Mouse’s rocked out cousin spun the night away. And the queen of comedy delivered in bringing down the house.
2. Burn Baby, Burn
Intensity engulfs the night. The catalyst is Linkin Park burning with brilliance, screaming with symphony, and fueling adrenaline with hands raised up. Defiance feeds the blaze, igniting the uprising of Muse. Kings and queens stand at the ready, counting down to 30 Seconds to Mars and armed with the sweet embrace of Paramore, and their chemistry are the golden flames of glory. But under the waves of adrenaline, the pulse of explosion is an inferno of one man that stands alone, and that man is Eminem. Not afraid, he marches forward across the 8 mile, a phoenix rising and ready for the gold tonight. He is the beacon of talent shimmering across a sea of stars, so burn baby, burn. Keep the lyrics flowing, the beat going, and take your gold home tonight.
1. Monstar Madness
Marilyn Monroe once said, “We are all of us stars, and we deserve to twinkle.” But never could she imagine the brilliance of a Monstar. Beautiful, dirty, and rich are the layers of a rose in bloom, crimson with bad romance and petals folded into a poker face. Starstruck, we are captivated by the bizarre, amazing and daring maneuvers of one that has stolen across this world, leaving us speechless, and we are caught, ensnared across the webs of her love game. With beautiful lyrics, dangerous curves, and porcelain masks of difference, we are wrapped up in beat, and our feet beg to just dance, let loose, and go wild. And the fame truly belongs to the paper gangsta, Lady Gaga, and for a moment, we see the real you with tears of red, white, and blue. And tonight belongs to you.