It was raining and I was freezing my butt off so I decided to go up to the bouncer to see if I would have any luck getting in right away.  He told me to just wait one moment and he would let me skip the line.  Two minutes later, soaking wet, he told me to go ahead and go in. I told him I had my boyfriend with me and that he was going to be coming in with me too.  He refused saying that he was only letting girls in at the moment. I was soo disappointed and upset, but there was NO way that I would just ditch my boyfriend.  My boyfriend then told me that she was performing in two other clubs that night...one of them he couldn't remember the name...and the other was Avalon.

She came out with a red paten-leather top and black paten-leather pants with high heal boots over the pants. She was wearing so much makeup but she looked beautiful anyway.  She also lip-synched all of her songs which I was really disappointed about, but I was also so happy that she was only like five feet away from me. I was sooo excited. She "sang" Slave, Boys, Me Against The Music..and a few other songs.  For Slave, she took off her red top and had on a sparkly shirt that looked like a bra.  Then for Me Against the Music she wore a nude color shirt that had designs that looked like tattoos. It was so cool. I had such a great time and I will never forget it.  If I would have known about it sooner I would have taken a camera with me. Luckily though, this will air on MTV in November...I cannot wait!!!!

I'm not sure if u knew, britney's going around NYC doing little promotional performances at clubs in nyc, last night it was rumored that britney would be at this club splash, so me and a friend went to check it out, the line was to the middle of the block and the place was jam packed, at about 2am britney came in  camera's following her and ran up on stage to perform the mix she did at the NFL Game show.. Boy's, I'm a Slave 4 U with the "girl i like that ass on fire" and then into Me against the Music, it was amazing to finally see her up close like that, as soon as she finished perfoming she singed an autograph and zoomed out of the club to go to some other ones to perform. as we went outside to get some air there was a bunch of camera crew's asking what did u think of the performance for a new MTV special. i got interviewed and said, ill see her next album when i dance for her. :-p, her black jeep was surronded by fans, it was a great night.

Well, Britney is definately marking her territory once again as she leaps back into the 'dying' music industry with her 4th album era. No, Madonna did not make an appearance on Saturday Night Live as rumored, but why would she have needed to right? In fact, I personally think that the synergy of 'Me Against The Music' will boost Madonna's and Britney's careers equally (they don't need each other's help really, so they cancel out).

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Britney's New Single available in November 18th in Stores this album contain songs like "Me Against The Music featuring Madonna, Outrageous, Everytime and others, here is the picture of her new single"Me Against The Music"

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Britney Oops! The Ante
By GERRI HIRSHEY of The New York Times

In 1998, Britney Spears -- in thigh-high stockings that stretched vainly toward a wee pleated skirt -- twist-tied her schoolgirl blouse up over her sports bra and sang ''. . . Baby One More Time'' on MTV, the sun had truly set on the Decade of the Diva (Madonna, Mariah, Whitney et al.). Since then, the cradle has been rockin'. The tabloids christened the young ones ''pop tarts'' after those beloved, additive-rich sweet nothings one slides furtively into the toaster whilst the righteous choke down spelt muffins. In fact, Pop-Tarts, which turn a venerable 40 next year, are among America's most entrenched guilty pleasures: in 2001, the number of Tarts sold (2 billion) would have reached halfway to the moon. Psssst: 40 percent were consumed by adults. Metaphorically, our Top 40 tarts are consistent with the pastry originals: they're better when they're a little flaky, their visuals are candy-colored, the lite lyrics melt in your mouth. The music's market-researched beat has all the torque and spring of a four-slice Toastmaster. And what tasty fun, assigning an imagined flavor to each of today's ruling Billboard princesses.

Shakira? Cafe con leche.

Christina Aguilera? Devil's-food cake. No -- make that Manwich.

Avril Lavigne? Wheat grass.

Britney Spears? Cherry vanilla. Which is to say sweet, with a decided tang. This is how Britney Spears comes across on one sunny spring day at Battery Studios, a Manhattan recording space. Taking a break from work on her fourth album, to be released in the fall, she is friendly and polite -- and prone to using a smattering of naughty words, hereafter replaced by (oops!). The orange T-shirt is tight, the jeans cut low, the white-and-blue cowboy boots battered by loving overuse. She pulls one off to show how it flops. ''People say to me, 'Brit, you need to get some new (oops!) boots!'''

I had been warned of a sea change in this formerly G-rated Mouseketeer by my 11-year-old daughter, once a huge Britney fan, though ''way back in the third grade.'' She cited Spears's 2001 MTV Video Music Awards telecast outfit -- not much bigger than Eve's (the biblical one), and accessorized with a writhing live snake. She asked me, with a tinge of pity: ''Mom, didn't you know? Britney's gone bad!''

Maybe so, but it must be -- as the Shangri-Las once sang of a hot boyfriend with dirty fingernails -- ''good-bad, but not evil.'' At 21, having sold 52 million albums and, on her last tour, more than $40 million worth of tickets, Britney Spears is justifiably feeling her oats. She was only 2 in 1983 when MTV's iconic First Tart, Cyndi Lauper, tossed down the marabou'ed gauntlet with ''Girls Just Want to Have Fun.'' Surely, the notion of fun itself has changed since Lauper's harmless video pajama party -- just check out the girls gone wild on MTV's spring-break extravaganzas.

Spears is still decidedly upright by such standards. And since she grosses an estimated $40 million to $50 million a year, she has learned to overcome any guilt about the indulgences she grants herself. But it took a while for this child of a contractor and a second-grade teacher from tiny Kentwood, La., to adjust. ''When I first started and I wanted to buy a dress, if it was over $50, I would wait two weeks before I would make the decision to go back. Seriously.''

Now, she says, ''I give myself lots of treats.'' We'll just run through her guilty girl pleasures, teen-magazine style.

Foods: ''Cookie-dough ice cream. Hot dogs with cheese, mayo, mustard, pickles.'' And because she's a Southern girl: ''Chicken and dumplings.'' Films: ''Sappy movies. Girl stuff like 'French Kiss' and 'Notting Hill,' 'Steel Magnolias,' 'Beaches.' I travel alone a lot, and I don't like scary.'' Music: ''Everything. Old 80's stuff. Old Aerosmith stuff. Robin Thicke is really cool. I loved the Neptunes for a while, but I'm over their stuff now.'' Miscellany: ''Dressing my dog'' (a reference to Mickey, a Pomeranian). ''There's a shop in L.A. with these really cute cashmere sweaters.''

Though she may not like spooky movies, she is not afraid to look deep, deep into her own wardrobe trunks and scare herself half to death. She cannot bull-leeve she wore some outfits in public. But will she tamp down the vamp? ''Nah.'' And to all the red-carpet arbiters she offers a resolute je ne regrette rien. Mam'selle explains: ''I was thinking the other day about an outfit I wore to the Billboard Awards, like three years ago. It was orange hot pants and fish-net stockings and this orange bra and this orange (oops!) hat, and it was all tie-dyed too. It was obnoxious! I got so much bad press for it.'' She laughs, rattling the collection of silver chains and charms around a well-tanned throat (''laying out,'' or tanning, is another no-no she enjoys). ''I look at that outfit right now,'' she continues, ''and if I was to put it on now, I'd think: What the (oops!) am I wearing? But at that moment, I was feeling very feisty and very orange and very out there. And very like, I believe! And it worked.''

For a young woman with an 11th-grade education but an M.F.A. in media madness, Spears is circumspect about all the scrutiny and those ghastly anti-Britney Web sites. ''People around me are like, 'Did you hear what they wrote?' I'm like, 'Yeah.' Honestly, the biggest thing about celebrity is that you call out for judgment. You just put yourself out there. Not everybody's going to like what you wear.'' She laughs and adds that visuals are ''the funnest part'' of her job. And since she's been working, hard, since about the second grade, she has a lot of fun to catch up on. Later tonight, she turns up at a Chelsea club called Lot 61, and before she can blink her pretty eyes, both city tabloids will report her drinking (''downing Malibu Sea Breezes,'' according to one) and dancing on banquettes. Responding to complaints from an allegedly displaced patron, Spears's publicist will harrumph: ''Britney would never enter a club without knowing her table is ready.''

What can we conclude except that these days, there is always a darned warning label on the most innocuous of pleasures? Even Kellogg's has moved to indemnify its Tarts in the wake of an infamous Internet ''flaming toaster'' experiment, cautioning, ''Due to possible risk of fire, never leave your toasting appliance or microwave unattended.''

Which is to say, overheat any pop tart, and you're playing with fire.

Gerri Hirshey writes about music and fashion

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