Some fans will stop at nothing to get close to the stars they love. And last week, Kelly Osbourne found herself the victim of a particularly depraved form of celebrity stalking. . . . Friday night a few hundred devotees barged in on Ms. Osbourne at Irving Plaza, where she was doing the one thing she should be able to do without anyone watching: she was singing. Luckily, she had brought along a four-piece band, and with their help, she spent about an hour trying in vain to disperse the crowd.
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There were a few moments of sheer torture, like "More Than Life Itself," which Ms. Osbourne says she wrote after her mother, Sharon, was found to have cancer. Sharon Osbourne's struggle with the disease seems to have ended in victory, but the same can't be said about her daughter's struggle with power balladry.
The fans who filled (or more accurately, didn't quite fill) Irving Plaza seemed satisfied, and at the end, some of then lined up to buy a copy of the album for $15, which is more than twice what it goes for at the used-CD shops downtown.
Yet, a few nights later, the WaPo loved her:
Osbourne's stage presense is so charismatic, so chipper, so gosh-darn cute, that as she bounced and shimmied around like a younger Belinda Carlisle, most in the female-strong crowd bounced and shimmied along with her, not caring that they couldn't understand a word she was saying.
Go figure.
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