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[21 Oct 2004|08:00pm] |
Wade walked across the wooden floor toward the door. "I'll see you tomorrow Kev" he called behind him and he made an exit. He made his way to his black navigator and got in, leaving Millennium Dance Complex behind. He drove the route home, listening to his stereo blasting 102.7 KIIS FM. When 'my boo' by Usher and Ms. Keys came on he changed it quickly. Not because he disliked the song, to be honest it was one of his favorites, but because he didn't want to think about it. He made his exit on the freeway and pulled into his driveway soon after. Killing the engine he got out of his car and made his way into the house. He heard his brother call out to him but he just mumbled that he didn't feel well and went to his room closing the door behind him. He didn't feel well, true, in fact he was getting a bit sick but that wasn't why he didn't want to talk. He had his reasons. He turned on his computer and logged into his journal, writing
You know, I just don't get it. I knew it couldn't work, funny for me to fool myself right? Well it's over, nothing I can do to change it. Schedhule conflicts just don't help. On top of that I'm getting sick, Mom claims it because I dont "sleep" enough but personally I think she's crazy. So I love my work and I spend many hours on it, nothing wrong with that right? Who's to say really. Shannon and I broke up...
But anyway, Vote Robson for President, seriously don't forget.
Wade pressed "update" and shut the computer down quickly.
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[03 Oct 2004|03:13pm] |
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Wade shifted his foot from the gas to the brake as he pulled in his driveway. He turned off his Navigator and climbed out of the car. He walked up the steps to his door and let himself in. 'Where have you been?' he heard a voice ask from the couch, Shane. Wade shook his head 'What's it to you?'. He made his way over to the back of the couch looking down at his brother for response. 'Well you didn't come home last night you slut' Shane said poking his younger brother in the side, 'Where were you, uh?' he teased. Wade laughed and walked into the kitchen, Shane followed. 'Come on Wade you whore, where were you?' he asked again. 'I was at Shannon's if you must know, and then I had to go to the dance complex to meet up with Tyler to work on a dance routine, what's it to you?' Wade responed getting a bottle of water from the fridge. 'Ohhh so you are a slut, I knew it!' Shane said teasing his brother, they always seemed to joke around like that. Wade just pushed his brother aside and went into his room closing the door behind him. He sat in front of his computer and pulled up his journal
Last Night, went very smoothly if I do say so myself. Went on a date with Shannon. She is an incredible person. Took her to the beach where we watched the sunset and had dinner. I threw her in the water, why? I swear she asked me too, though she will probably deny that. There was a splashing fight among other things. But it was a great night. Just hung out on the beach and talked. I really like her.
I couldn't sleep well last night. I was online while Shannon was asleep. Good thing I didn't wake her. Thanks to Haylie and Kim for putting up with my questions. Kim I swear it wasn't my story.
This morning I went down and met up with Tyler, winner of the Wade Robson Project, to work on a dance for this weekends. I'm excited about this weekend. Hopefully Shannon can come.
Other than that, nothing. I'm going to go take a quick shower and head over to Justin's. Peace!
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[26 Sep 2004|05:30pm] |
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Wade walked into his Texas hotel room and sighed. Kicking off his shoes he stretched and let out a large yawn. Creaking his neck he walked over and sat down on the bed. Bringing his laptop to his lap he fired it up and opened his journal. It had been a week since his last update and though there wasn't much to say he felt it necessary to say something.
Hello Everybody, Wade here. I'm in Texas this weekend for a dance convention. I must say it's been a lot of fun. When is dancing not fun for me? To be honest I don't know the answer to that question. I love dancing.
Let's see what else has been going on lately? Well after getting some advice from my good friend Hilarie (my favorite VJ) I decided I'm going to take it. Hil, you know what I am talking about.
I hung out with Shannon the other night. Beauty in it's greatest form. She is an amazing person. We went and saw 'Cellular'. Then we went to the club. Had a few drinks. Danced. I had a really great time with her. Shannon, I look forward to hanging out with you again (sometime soon).
Kim, my crazy friend. Congrats on the marriage. I'm sad I didn't get an invite. We need to chill soon and practice our pizza weight lifting so we can become strong.
Chantal, I need advice. Call me.
And I think I'm going to go take a nap now my body is drained
Wade presses "Update" and places hte laptop on the floor. He lays back on the bed and looks up at the ceiling before closing his eyes.
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| Last Night... |
[18 Sep 2004|09:44am] |
Wade rolled over on his bed in his home in Tarzana. 'God Damn it Shane' he muttered as his brown eyes fluttered to look at his clock. 9:45AM it read. 'Who the hell blast music at 9:45AM' Wade said sitting up bringing his hands to his head in pain. He'd kill his brother once he made it into the living but first he had to find some Advil. He stood up and rubbed his eyes before slowly making his way to his bathroom. Grabbing the bottle of Advil he poured out three into his hand, his head as killing him. He scratched his arm and walked out of his bedroom making his way to the living room. He shared a house with his older brother Shane who seemed to find it funny to play loud music early in the morning. 'What the fuck are you doing' Wade asked walking over and shutting off the stereo 'Some people are still trying to sleep' Wade muttered hitting his brother upside the head. Shane just laughed and responded 'Aw someone's not feeling well this morning?'. 'Fuck off' Wade said as shook his head and head into the other room. He sat in front of his computer and logged on. He stared at the blank entry box for a moment before typing
Morning. Thanks to all of you that wished my a Happy Birthday. I had a good one. I'm paying for it this morning but it was nice. I got to relax and do stuff I wanted to do yesterday morning. At night I went to dinner with some friends before heading to the club. The club, tons of fun. I had a few too many. Anyway, this next part goes to my lovely and favorite sibling Chantal, don't complain because I didn't call you. I should complain because you didn't call me. As for my other sibling I dont think he will live much longer. Why couldn't I be an only child? Well I'm going to go lay down for a bit. Justin you owe me pasta.
Wade pressed "update" and laughed knowing that his post probably made no sense. He stood up and walked over to his couch laying down and closing his eyes.
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| Introduction.. |
[15 Sep 2004|09:19pm] |
Relived to finally make it home after spending a couple week in a European hotel, Wade slowly opened the door. And what a couple of week it was. Hours, upon hours in front of the camera. Take after Take, just trying to get the shot right, Perfect. But that's what you get when you're a perfectionist. That's what you get when your job means the world to you. When you love what you do for a living. It's something that he had to live with because "that's what you get" .
Closing the door behind him he locked it shut before his 6'1 frame leaned against it, as though he was hiding after committing some sort of crime. The man just need time alone. Behind the door, he was 'Wade'. Not 'Wade Robson', not 'that guy', not 'the dancer', 'the writer', 'the producer' or 'the slave driver'. He was 21 year old, Wade. A normal guy, nothing more, behind the door. He wasn't forced to smile for the camera or do another dance step, he was allowed to be "free".
But who is he exactly? Most people would answer that question 'Wade Robson'. But don't let the name fool you. It is only that, a name. It doesn't tell a story nor does it paint a picture. A lot of people assume that when they hear it they automatically know every little piece of info, every detail but the truth is they don't. What ever you do think you know, any rumor you've let take control of your mind; forget it. It is in forgetting and getting to know that we come to have a better understanding. Look past the image, past the hype, past every song of heartbreak and lust. Look for the truth, not the painted image that is seen on every TV screen. Chances are you've been lied to, sucked in. You've taken what you've on TV, what you've heard in a magazine and you've made it your own. You've accepted it as truth, as there being no other possible story. To you it's fact.
The Australian native knew exactly what he wanted to do with his life before he could even walk. He knew exactly what he wanted to do the moment he saw Michael Jackson on TV dancing to Thriller. If Michael could move that way, why couldn't he? The truth was, he could. The ability to dance was second nature to him. It is that nature that got him where he was today. He'd stayed in front of the TV observing Thriller; watching and noting every move in his mind. Before his family knew it, he had the dance down to a science.
When he was 5, Michael Jackson was doing the "bad" tour, he was holding these contests in every city, "dance alike" contests. As soon as he made it to Australia Wade was signed up to show the world what he could do, only problem was he was too young, the contest was for 8 +. Luckily they allowed him to do it, for kicks thinking he wouldn't win but he sure showed them. It was in those moments he knew what it was obvious what he would do with his life ,he would dance.
Wade's talents took the 21 year old on a long adventure, that does not seem to slowing down anytime soon. From being in a rap duo at the age of 12 to starting to teach dance classes when he was 13. He's worked for people like Immature, Britney Spears, Missy Elliot and Nsync. There is not telling this man that 'he is just dream' because that's a lie.
Dance opens so many door and expresses so much when the words just cannot be found. Maybe you saw him fill-in for Joey in the pop video, or co-direct Britney's "A dream within a dream" tour with his sister Chantal, or as the host of The Wade Robson Project on MTV, anyway you saw it, it's 'Wade'
Recently, Wade has directed a commercial for Exact Satellite to be shown in movies theaters soon. He wrote a short film that, that he just finished directing.
After the lawsuit against 'The Robson Project' it was not signed up for another run in the US. Instead a dance show was signed for Europe. 30 of the top funkiest dancers will join Wade for "boot camp". The show began filming August 30th and just recently just ended. The show airs this friday, September 17th (Wade's Birthday) and will run through October 22nd.
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[15 Aug 2004|01:23am] |
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Last night I was in Copenhagen for the MTV Europe show I have in production called, ‘MTV SHAKEDOWN WITH WADE ROBSON’. The Bombay Club was pretty tight. There were a few good kids that came out. Totally different energy and vibe than we have back home in the U.S.A.
So I'll be over here in Europe a while wrapping the show up in London on September third. I'll probably stick around a bit for some post-production, but I'll be in the States in time for my birthday.
That's right. My birthday is coming up. Don't forget. I like presents.
Remember the kid who won a part in JC's video? I don't think JC ever shouts out Tyler so here we go. The kid is doing pretty good. Teaching master classes back in his home town and auditioning like crazy. Also, remember the prety little gal he competed against? Well, Melinda "Justis" Randall will be conducting a 2 hour Master Class at Studio Atlanta Dance in Buckhead, Sat., Sept. 11.
I'm teaching a few classes at some dance conventions coming up. If you want me to teach you to shake your ass, check out: Planet Funk on September 25, 2004 or Pop Starz on Oct. 9th & 10th! Kelly Ozzbourne your boyfriend from You Got Served is going to be at Pop Starz. Maybe you should get yourself enrolled, A.S.A.P.
HA HA HA! Told you so, Kutcher.
Kev, Jenna, and Marty...Give me a call some time.
Shit, what's my screen name? I don't remember it. Can someone help me out?
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[15 Jul 2004|04:38pm] |
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I really have no other words but, "told you so."
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[17 Jun 2004|03:00pm] |
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This is going to be all about me and how I just am the hottest shit ever. DAMN! I know you all want to get a piece of this fine Aussie ass. Don't try to deny it. I'm like psychic and telepathic and can read minds. Hell, think those stares don't give you away? I see you all checking me out. Even you guys want a stab.
Ashton, partner, how's Kevin Federline doing? HA HA HA
What happened to Chantal? She made this huge stink over getting a new journal and we haven't seen her since. Just like a woman, I tell you.
Now more about me! Damn, I'm so sexy I'd fuck myself if I could. Maybe I can get tips from Marilyn Manson on how to suck your own dick. I mean, why look for anyone else when I've got it all, right here. Oh yeah!
Shane West, you're welcome. Hell, we all know your party was a flop and I saved it. Anyone who needs to throw a party, invite me. Instant blow-out as soon as I walk into the room.
I'm going to go look at my hot, sexy self in the mirror. Until next time, you all just got served by a sex god.
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[28 May 2004|01:03pm] |
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Since the show ended no one has heard of me or Tyler Banks and what we've been up to on the professional tip. I've decided to keep a low profile and to stay out of the limelight as much as possible and focus in on writing films and teaching master classes. I've just gotten back from Puerto Rico and Florida, where I taught a few Master Classes. I'm taking Tyler along for the experience and for some formal training. Lil Man has his own website up now, while my official one is temporarily unavailable. Since I won't be doing much but staying behind the scenes, I figure I'd let my fans keep the website and I'd update through there. So if you need information on me...www.waderobsonfans.com has all your needs. I just finished a short film and I'm going to start directing it soon, hopefully it will get picked up. You Got Served was successful, and I had a small hand in that, so who knows? I'm back in L.A right now, enjoying my two week break. Since Chantal is off of the Schizophrenic tour, I'm thinking I'll take her advice and go visit Aussie with her. I still have family there and unfinished business to take care of. The next big thing I have planned is a master class at the Millenium Complex under the direction of Tina Landon, on the 12th of June. And that's me.
Call me Brit.
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She's moving in... with him. Funny thing about that, if I really wanted her back, we'd be together right now. I didn't do the footwork to keep her, but in her heart she knows she's my girl and that no one, not even Kutcher or Timberlake could love her or give her what I could. Our story might be over right now, but there's a sequel lurking on the horizon, and that's what counts. When we both can dedicate ourselves to eachother, with out the drama, we'll be together. I know who my soul mate is, and so does she.
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Things are really hectic in my life right now. I know you're all aware that Michael Jackson's been indicted and now faces trial for crimes against children that aren't exactly cool, and it's caused me to rip my phone out of the wall and go into hiding. It's no secret that I had a link to Jackson when I was a kid, and he's a huge influence on me professionally and personally but I do not need to be reminded of circumstances that happened when I was a kid. Especially when said "circumstances" were all trumped up charges brought forth by that god damn D.A. and Police Chief there in S.B. county. Fuck that!
So, Bob Saget, Ashley and Mary Kate need to hit a player up for a little "Full House Reunion." What do you say?
There's nothing better than a really cold Pepsi, especially if that Pepsi is being served with a side of hot, steamy pop princess. RAWR! Speaking of, she's over in England with my sister in tow so I just might have to fly over and steal her from that Kutcher once and for all.
This is it.
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Waaa. I'm so sick of people BEGGING others for paid accounts. Mine ran out so guess what I did, I BOUGHT IT. Wow, guess I got more money than some of these famous pop stars cause no one had to sucker out their hard earned money so I could have 50 icons of my hot ass.
Britney's sick. Wade is playing nurse, but Wade refuses to wear orthopeduic shoes and a white dress. Why is Wade talking in the third person?
Kelly Osbourne's in rehab? Oh, like we didn't see that coming. Fucking Osbournes can't raise their kids for shit. "its in their genes. drug and alcoholism is in their genes." Bull-shit Ozzy. You and Sharon are terrible parents. That's what it breaks down to. What a great laugh.
The new Entertainment Weekly has this whole article about Pee-Wee Herman. Man, he's not in jail? I thought he was? What a come back. *rolls eyes*
HI CHAN!
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I could just sop my baby-girl up with a biscuit. Damn, I'm proud of her.
In Florida with my girl, if you need me. Doubtful though, right? Jenny Morris needs to call comment me.
HI CHANNY!
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[19 Mar 2004|10:31pm] |
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I guess I've done it again. This time though, I really don't care if I'm hurting anyone. The only two people who matter in all of this is Britney and me. I don't care if I'm going out with a reputation as being a "girlfriend stealer" or "celebrity whore". Doesn't matter to me. Any press and publicity you give me is good for my career and pads my pockets.
Right now, I'm with Britney. She needs my attention. Who better to help nurse a dancer back to health than a dancer. We're doing the hot and cold compresses and keeping it elevated till she can get an MRI done tomorrow morning. That's right. I'll be here for that too. Don't like it? -------> There's the door.
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I have a PHD in 'tang.
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I'm amused. And I'm out.
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You all pick up that JC cd? I hope so. Buy a few and keep my family employed. Speaking of, did you see Chan on Sharon today? Shaking her thang! You go girl!
Can you believe this is me updating again? I guess I'm just a man with something to say, although what it is, that's a mystery I will not reveil. I need to keep my reputation as the "mysterious" guy going. Not to fond of the rep I have now as "the guy who got dumped by Bitchney Spears."
So, What's the dating status of Kelly Osbourne? I heard a little rumor she's possibly dating someone. Maybe I'll swoop in there and steal her too. I'm good at that you know. Men, watch your women when I'm around. I know how to use my hips and the women all love me. Hell, I can always switch teams. I'm sure Timberlake's easy to fuck.
I love my sister.
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Been pretty busy all week with classes down at 2K and scooting around town watching Chan do her Robson thang. Got a new "project" in the works. Watch out America.
I'm in a really good mood. Don't fuck with me. I'd hate to loose this feeling.
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You know, I really am not a fan of Britney Spears. She's nothing but a lying, manipulative, no vaocal talent whore. What was I thinking? Why would anything me and her had be different than what she had in the past. Look how she treated Justin, the love of her life. There's this old saying that, "a woman who gets in a relationship with the man she cheated on her boyfriend with, will never work." Guess its true.
My movie is out. Go see You Got Served. It's better than Honey was. It's a real dance movie full of real dancers.
All this fucked up Superbowl shit is making me sick. I didn't care two dimes about it till it affected my sister. She dances for JC, and her not getting to go to the ProBowl with him because he "might take her skirt off" and he "might rub up on her" really makes me fucking mad. They don't know what they missed. Chantal. I miss you.
I'll be at the Grammy's tonight. Fo'Sho.
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