I'm not asking for myself, mind you. They're for a friend of mine. You don't know him. His name is, uhhh… Billy. Oh, who am I kidding? Seeing Victoria Justice in concert looks like watching a solo performance on the bar table at Coyote Ugly. I've never even heard any of Victoria's music, and I don't intend to give it a pre-listening. I don't care if it sucks, I'll wear earplugs if I have to. I'll do whatever it takes to get up close and personal with VJ's magnificent naked stems. I'll fight off the security guards with a Wiffle Ball bat if it gets me any closer. Does it make me a Class 1 creeper to show up front and center at one of her shows under those pretenses? If so, I could care less. Besides, I'm sure I wouldn't be the only one. Check out these pictures of Victoria and her fleshy stilts performing at the House of Blues in L.A., and tell me you wouldn't do the same thing.
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