By Emily Bowers
Last Thursday I wore orange pants from Mod Robes. I had no choice. I was on a mission. I was determined to get Edwin’s attention at the 10th annual MuchMusic Video Awards, and I was willing to do whatever it took.
My friend Wendy got a coveted set of wristbands after spending an hour on the phone calling MuchMusic a week before the show. We could barely contain our excitement as we waited in line outside the CityTV parking lot, listening to a group of 14-year-olds just how hot Raine Maida of our Lady Peace really is.
At 7 p.m., we finally got in to the MuchMusic parking lot and stood about fifteen feet away from the main stage. There I learned from a different, yet equally nauseating, groups of girls what a slut Britney Spears is and how totally dreamy the Moffats are. Thoughts of Edwin being so close to me overshadowed the screaming pain in my feet from standing around for so long. An hour later, the crowd of a couple thousand went nuts when Our Lady Peace opened the show.
An endless parade of celebrities took the stage, including Sloan, Sky, Alice Cooper, Choclair and I Mother Earth. Everything was wonderful until David Bowie performed, which is when some crowd-surfing jabroni decided to whack me in the head.
The parking lot became so packed with people I felt sick to my stomach. I needed to get some air. I wimped out and moved to the back of the parking lot next to some ambulance attendants who were gawking at Geri Halliwell on stage.
The best performance of the evening came from the Red Hot Chili Peppers, the second-to-last act of the evening, who performed an amazing version of their hit song “Scar Tissue.”
As Britney Spears (and her cute dancers) ended the evening at around 11 p.m., I wondered if it was past her bedtime. I knew it was past mine, so I found Wendy and we limped back to rez.
When Edwin won the award for best rock video, he accepted it at the back of the parking lot on a mini-platform. I could barely see him.
The disappointment of the evening was we didn’t see the performances that weren’t done on the main stage. Len, the Tea Party and 98 Degrees all sang on other stages. The Moffats, who ignored their screaming fans off-camera, also played inside.
The evening was fun, with enough celebrities to make me want to watch the awards again on the thousands of upcoming reruns on MuchMusic.
Although I swore to Wendy I would never do this again, I might reconsider if Edwin performs next year. Even though he didn’t notice me this time, I still have hope. Maybe next time I’ll try neon green pants.