hecklerspray is massively gay. We’re so queer it hurts. Even the straight ‘spreezies are super ‘mo. You don’t care about that. You want to know whether Kelly Clarkson is a lesbian, for whatever nefarious reasons you have.

So is she?

Well, she doesn’t give the ‘bian ‘bian vibe to us. Not one bit. She couldn’t possibly smell of sex with another woman. Not that this has stopped people speculating that she is. And Kel’ wants to tell us all about it.

So what makes people think Clarkson is a lavenderist? Well, it seems to revolve around two things:

1. She’s single.

2. She’s not thin. Sometimes.

And so, with that, she absolutely must be dining at the hooded buffet, right?

Well, the singer revealed:

“People are really concerned about my relationship status. When I tell people I’m happy being single, they don’t believe me. They say: “You have to be miserable being alone.”

Yes, but when you’re not being happily alone, are you fingering women?

“I’m not gay. If I was, I’d say ‘I love women!’ That’s why it drives me nuts. But I feel like even if I did say it, people would be like: ‘You’re just trying to do that to win the gay audience.’”

Poor Kelly Clarkson. She’ll have to carry on staring at pictures of disgusting male members online ’til this all blows over. Or she releases a decent record. Whatever comes first really.

Cock it is.

Hey! America! You know that song you have that goes “Oh say can you see? By the dawn’s early light! Da-da-dum, dee-dee-dee, the actor called Rocket Redglare’s arse glows!” or whatever it is? Well, once again, it will be sung at a major sporting event where you don’t compete against anyone else in the world!

And who might be fluffing the lyrics to it at Super Bowl XLVI?!

Why, it’s the regrettably nice Kelly Clarkson who is very, very difficult to hate – unless you listen to her music.

Yessir!

Kelly Clarkson will sing ‘The Star-Spangled Bruce Banner’ at the Super Bowl on February 5th at the Lucas Oil Stadium in Indianapolis, Indiana.

Of course, this hasn’t been formally announced, but the organisers of the entertainment for the NFL are absolutely hopeless when it comes to keeping secrets.

Seriously. The NFL is one big gossiping old trout, nattering over the garden fence to next door. And next door is a massive loudmouth.

Clarkson will join a whole host of performerers at this year’s Super Bowl including Madonna, who will perform during halftime with guests M.I.A. and Nicki Minaj, and Miranda Lambert and Blake Shelton, who will sing “America the Beautiful” as a duet.

Surely the latter should be called ‘America IS Beautiful’. Cuh! Y’all be dropping the letter ‘U’ from a bunch of words next you brutes!

Go Lions!

Well, what another hotbed of mayhem and violation of societal norms it’s been on the X Factor this week.

Whatever you do, don’t let us go on and on about it, kay?

This week on The X Factor, the sound editors got in an extra crate of Aftershock (Spiced Berry black, obviously. They’re not squares) and decided to insult our intelligence! Yeah, as opposed to the norm of respecting us with sincere background music choices that somehow formulate a narrative on a reality entertainment show. Yeah, truth man!

For those of you who sat in the dark murmuring, “Mother, please. I don’t want to” last week, instead of watching The X Factor, never fear – for we have a handy update for you!

That’s right: Life isn’t fair.

This week however, there’ll be none of that because we are now three live shows away from finding out who will be the ultimate winner of THE HALF-BAKED 2011 SERIES OF X FACTOR! We genuinely have no idea who could possibly Marcus Collins win this year, so it’s going to be a really tough Marcus Collins race to find out who will Marcus Collins reach the Marcus Collins crown, that’s for sure. No idea. Anyway, it’s all rather important. And as Gary BarWOAH (we think sometimes the onomatopoeia helps the large boring factors of his personality along a bit) rightfully said last week:

“This is a singing competition. NOT a song-CHOOSING competition.”

Alright cheers for that, Gaz Lurhmann. This is, of course, immediately followed by the judges waltzing out onstage to their pedestal of affection to some pompous Wagnerian (no, not THAT Wagner, the other one who Hitler liked… NO, NOT THAT ONE, YOU’RE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE NOW) orchestrations, so we all learnt a valuable lesson there.

So, with the big guns out… oops, no – that’s the war again, isn’t it? Okay. With the slightly complex-inducing fighting talk statements out, the judges (apart from Louis, who was knocked out of the competition in 2003) are going all out to get their precious little cornucopias of talent all the glory and unwavering respect that absolutely none of them deserve or naturally will ever recieve! *Jazz hands*

This week the theme is Guilty Pleasures week! Blimey O’ Jo Whiley, X Factor producers – that’s a bit of a risk, isn’t it? (hey – remember The Risk? Oh, okay, we’ll just talk about something else then, no worries) Songs we enjoy but are not fundamentally regarded as legitimate songs to enjoy, d’you mean? Crivens – this is a bit naughty, isn’t it? I hope they don’t lock up whoever thought of that idea for years and years on end or anything. So – alright, it’s Guilty Pleasures week on X Factor, which is the endearment equivalent of ordering a shot at a bar named after a sex position and not sniggering. I.e. very very endearing.

Dermot dances all over the ashes of his Media and Television with Politics degree with yet another strange selection of dance-moves, which is now becoming our least favourite tradition since Talk Like a Pirate Day, or that other one with the Jesus in it. Not entirely sure who deduced that this would be the new ‘way’, in X Factor ’11. It kind of made sense when Strictly Come Dancing made John Sergeant do it, because he was an elderly ex-journalist with a deeply rooted career in politics and broadcasting and *SMIRK* DIDN’T LOOK LIKE HE’D BE VERY GOOD AT DANCING! Whereas this is just Dermot O’Leary dancing, and there’s nothing we can do to CONTROL the dancing in any way – so therefore we do not like it.

Tulisa annoyed us by having not zero, not one, but two whole arms this week. Not entirely sure which arm annoyed us more – whether it be the one with saying ‘HOW ABOUT YOU PURCHASE MY POORLY TITLED PERFUME RANGE?’ in comic sans or the one telling us to vote for a band called Little Mix to win the X Factor. God, we hate arms so much these days.

Little Mix, or ‘Little Muffins’ as Tulisa has cleverly deduced could be a more annoying version of their actual name were up first, with a bit of a shocker for you here! Not ZERO songs, not ONE song, but TWO WHOLE SONGS were performed for our delight. Two! That’s, like, well that’s quite a lot. That’s like almost as many bits of bollocks Tulisa can write on her arm at one time! God, that woman is a temple of mystery.

One of the songs in question curiously enough turns out to be ‘Baby Baby Baby Ooh’ by Justin Bieber, or something along those lines. We don’t want to Google Justin Bieber, so that’ll be fine, we assume you’re totally okay with us just saying the songs called ‘Baby Baby Baby Ooh’ despite the odds being slightly against our favour that the KKK-esque wizards (Christina Milan, apparently! RIP “QI elves!”) responsible for co-writing that song sunk to the levels of depravity to call it ‘Baby Baby Baby Ooh’. Whatever. It doesn’t matter because it’s an not-very-enjoyable piece of music. Not as not-very-enjoyable as all the other not-very-enjoyable things that are filtered into the Little Mix performance, which in a nutshell involve ‘skater dresses’, kitsch, friendship, having fun, post-modern Pipettes angst, and ruining a Supremes song by putting lots of Canadian R&B smattered all over. Why don’t they just buy a hundred copies of the Female Eunach, strip down to bodices and pour fairy liquid all over them instead? And that is why, we here at hecklerspray moonlight as professional choreographers for popular entertainment programmes in our spare time.

There is a redeeming quality to the whole debacle of course, when Kelly suggests that the One That Embodies Many Aesthetical Traits To That Of The Golden Poison Frog One from Little Mix should beatbox more, and the audience actively boo at the suggestion. The only time the X Factor audience have ever used their evil powers for a slightly funny version of evil. Most of the time it just verges on a bit of o’ piss-annoying nuisance.

Janet “I’m not really into guilty pleasures because I’m not a guilty pleasures person” was up next to perform. Shuffling right along back out of the draining tedium which is your self belief for just a second though…

As you may have recovered in your last therapy session, Janet sang MMMBop by Hanson, and forgot the words. Possibly best if we just glaze over the whole thing and show you our notes that we made at the time.. (Yep, laugh it up. We have a biro. Hahaha. Very funny. Sure you want to download that Iphone 4 update are you?)

“What, did you forget the words or something  but you’re from Ireland, so you’re amazing?” Louis asked her. Janet responded by crying with Celtic charm.

But the moment that somehow clarified everything we’ve ever held close to our lungs was the moment Gary Barlow earnestly discussed with Janet how if he’s being totally, unflinchingly honest, that song required a strong groove vocal, which unfortunately, pre-pubescent 90s’ Hanson hit MMMBop strongly requires. Ah music.

Misha B (Or SatanJudas McMeanie Harold Shipman Pants as we love to scream at her in the street) returned again with some more steadily rising self esteem, in a VT which involved Misha standing around in her room for an indeterminate amount of time pretending to listen to music. You know, like that Clockwork Orange rape that used high speed time-lapse photography! OR ERM, YEAH! X FACTOR! To be FAIR, she does have headphones and a dress with a mouth on (which is where ‘singing’ comes out of) on, so she does actually take music seriously. What a BITCH.

Misha’s performance of Girls Just Wanna Have Fun was obviously very very good, because lo and behold, she’s actually GOOD AT SINGING beyond the tired Windows Movie Maker level of professional editing that led to people thinking she was a bitch in the first place. And she was pretty effing good. Maybe Prince should get a top with a mouth on and some headphones. Even the lighting and the gimp oompa loompa ghostchavs are great! The ironic sportswear is just HILARIOUS! And, altogether, the whole performance is very very fun! Okay. The song Girls Who Just Wanna Have Fun isn’t very fun, but the REST is fun! You know what we’re saying? Bullying. Bet Misha hates those. She’s still probably putting cats into microwaves though. Gary said something or other about 2012 and the performance ended, we assume she’s opening the Olympics. Good.

“I just had fun tonight.” Misha said of the performance. Well, if you want to be that black and white about it.

Up next was Marcus Bloody Collins, singing a song in a manner that plagues our hearts with indifference. Or amazement. Who knows? Maybe it could be both? Maybe it can’t be scientifically deduced? Maybe it’s Schrodinger’s Non-Descript Marcus Collins X Factor Performance?

Next up, to follow whoever the hell that guy was, was Amelia Lily. So young, and so ill-advisedly shoehorned, that she is, but here to stay – forever and ever until she almost certainly gets voted out next week. Amelia sang China In Your Hand, by T’Pau. Nuffin wrong about that, fair enough, they want her to be the awesome one – not a problem with us. Could’ve done with injecting some inflamed hysteric passion, and 80s, and suffering, and muff-strain (not sorry) into the performance, we suppose – but fair enough Amelia, you are after all, only one thousand years old.

“Pah! Nice to hear a version of T’Pau IN TUNE!” Gary chortled into the wake of nothingness of which all his statements tend to congregate towards. Of course, when Gary Barlow makes a joke – you cant expect there not to be unfleetingly dangerous consequences, such as, oh we don’t know, Carol Decker calling Gary a twat on Twitter for an amusing period of time.

Ah, the correct way to use Twitter. How we love it so. Oh, and in case you were wondering (YOU WERE, YOU JUST DIDNT REALISE UNTIL RIGHT BLOODY NOW!) how to use Twitter. Please enjoy yet another handy fucking guide.

THE CORRECT WAY TO USE TWITTER

THE INCORRECT WAY TO USE TWITTER

Here’s a sum up of the 2nd performances.

*Little Mix sing Beautiful! The one that most people do not regard as Beautiful, also sings Beautiful. Obviously, it’s very funny.

* “I am in a band and I understand all about Friendship.” Says Gary Barlow. “Which is why I exiled Robbie Williams for decades and spouted lots of shit about him to the press for years and then shoehorned him back in for extra money because I used up all the minor chords to write mature Take That songs.” he added.

*Janet Devlin sang the least juttery and staccato Red Hot Chilli Peppers song she could find and slabs layer upon layer of dross all over it. Her boyfriend totally gets it.

*“Janet you had a shitty first song” Louis does not say.

*“That is the Janet Devlin that will sell records, this is the Janet Devlin that will sell out tours.” Tulisa does say. Wait who is she talking about? Is she talking about Janis Joplin? Oh no wait, we just assumed Tulisa Contostavlos knows what a Janis Joplin is.

*Kelly Rowland can both emote, and wear a jumper. She is a survivor.

*Gary Barlow tries to start an argument. No body notices.

*Tulisa, clearly having read through too much of the Iraq’s Weapons of Mass Destruction September dossier, tells Janet that “She is predictable, that’s just who you are.” Totz. Amaze.

In conclusion: Little Richard to Win X Factor.

THE RESULTS

Tulisa wore the economy on her neck, The Muppets and Olly Murs defied the milk of human kindness, Janet got voted out, Jessie J suddenly realised how amazing it is that she writes serious music all the time. Yeah, it really is like Sylvia Plath never gave a shit sometimes, Jessie.

When normal people have normal problems, it’s boring. However, when a famous person has normal problems, it becomes endearing. It enables us to coo “OOOH! THEY’RE JUST LIKE US!”

They’re not. They’re nothing like us. They are wealthy, bloated maggots who feed on our emotional connection to their image. They expect us to care more about their outpourings than our own.

And in the case of Kelly Clarkson, she wants us to give two hoots about the fact she’s never been in love. That accounts for why her love ballads sound so disingenuous then, eh?

She says, to USA Today:

“I’ve never been in love. I’ve never experienced certain things, and I think that’s because I have this side of me that is shut off.”

“Because I haven’t found anybody yet to open to that I feel like, ‘OK, you’re worth breaking down that wall for.’ I’ve never found that.”

Well boo hoo. How bloody awful that must be for you.

But wait! She’s not just completely loveless! She’s also uncomfortable with the fame she’s got.

“Celebrity is weird. I have no controversy. You don’t see me in rehab, or you don’t see me coming out with my hey-haw showing. There’s not much to report. So when anything little is reported, it’s like ‘Oh, my God, she wasn’t wearing makeup!’ We have one life and I want to have good character, I want to be around people with good character who have good motives.”

Forget that.

The real news is that we now know that Kelly Clarkson calls her vagina “hey-haw”. Jesus H. Christ.

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Hey! Citizens of Planet Crud! You know what Kelly Clarkson thinks you should do? Go mug her. That’s right. Find her, and forcibly steal things from her. Why? Well, that’s because being mugged doesn’t compare to the worst kind of violation.

Leaking her songs.

That’s right. The sharing of waveforms, collected together in a shapeless, intangible file, leaked through a painless portal is way worse than lamping her on her famous head while making off with her phone and handbag.

Clarkson has opened up about the harrowing incident where something she’s made was shared with loads of people:

“Oh my God, have you ever been robbed? I have. I’ve been physically robbed a couple of times, but this is much worse”

What’s worse is that these songs may show her in a slightly different light than previously, almost like she’d progressed as an artist but in a way that people would be able to make their own minds up without being patronised by an expensive PR campaign.

“Those songs came out and people are like, ‘Oh my God, what direction is Kelly going?’”

“I think what made me mad was that – one, people stole from me, and two, everybody had no idea what my next album was going to sound like. That really caused a lot of confusion.”

Her album is such a gigantic departure that even Clarkson can’t compute it in her vast mind.

“I don’t even have it, by the way, because I’m so freaked out to put it on my computer”

Jesus H. Christ. Anyone think she might be over-reacting slightly, wailing from her million dollar mansion about the indignity of something that will ultimately make no difference to her life?

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Kelly Clarkson, without wanting to be rude, has always erred on the side of chunky. She’ll never be a stick insect.

And that’s fine. It means she’s a real woman. Admittedly all women are real women provided that they’ve got the proper chromosomes, so it’s more accurate to say that Kelly Clarkson is a real woman who looks like she eats quite a lot. But that’s not the point. Kelly Clarkson is happy with how she looks, and she told Self magazine so recently.

However, Self magazine disagreed – so it airbrushed the living crap out of her on the cover. Inspiring.

There are two brilliant things about Kelly Clarkson. The first is how fiercely forthright she is about everything. It doesn’t matter what – the internet or American Idol or how much she hates children – Kelly Clarkson is always completely prepared to speak her mind, regardless of who she might offend. And she’s even happy to apply this same plain speaking to herself. There may be an unhealthy media interest in Kelly Clarkson’s weight, but Kelly doesn’t care. From the cover of  fitness, health and nutrition magazine Self this month, Kelly Clarkson said:

“When people talk about my weight, I’m like, ‘You seem to have a problem with it; I don’t. I’m fine!’ I’m never trying to lose weight – or gain it. I’m just being!”

And that’s the second brilliant thing about Kelly Clarkson – if you were stranded on a raft out at sea with her, you’d definitely kill and eat her first. Because there’d just be so much meat to go around.

That sounds harsh, but it’s true. Self magazine seems to think so, anyway, because it airbrushed about a third of Kelly Clarkson’s body off for the cover, leaving her looking like a perplexingly happy Debra Messing bobblehead. And fair enough – after all, Kelly Clarkson was appearing on the cover of the Total Body Confidence issue, not the Great Big Dumpy Wobbly Old Lardarse issue. The cover reads ‘Slim Down YOUR Way’, not ‘How To End Up Looking Like Bernard Manning‘s Diabetes-Ridden Part-Whale Auntie’, doesn’t it?

And anyway, Self magazine was doing Kelly Clarkson a favour by drastically retouching her body on the cover of a magazine about feeling good about how you look. Just ask Self magazine editor-in-chief Lucy Danziger, who wrote a blog defending the publication’s actions:

“Did we alter her appearance? Only to make her look her personal best…But in the sense that Kelly is the picture of confidence, and she truly is, then I think this photo is the truest we have ever put out there on the newsstand.”

You see? All of that makes perfect sense. Self may have physically retouched the photos of Kelly Clarkson in an attempt to stop its readers from stabbing themselves in the eyes because the sight of a marginally overweight woman would clearly be too much for them to bear, but in the sense that Kelly Clarkson sort of looks quite happy in the photo then they definitely didn’t retouch anything and everyone should just shut up. We get it, Lucy. You’re our new hero.

But what does Kelly Clarkson think about being so brutally airbrushed on the cover of the Total Body Confidence issue of Self magazine? We’re afraid that you’ll just have to wait for her exclusive interview next month in the I’m So Disgusting And Nobody Will Ever Love Me issue of Hastily-Developed Eating Disorder Quarterly.

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10 – Angry nuns. You heard – Darkbeige

9 – Kelly Clarkson (sort of) rips off Beyonce, refuses to shut up about it – Amy Grindhouse

8 - If you’ve been watching David on Big Brother and thinking “But where do I know him from?”, here’s your answer. You’ll thank us for this – Watchwithmothers

7 - Do you have a dog? Are you painfully lonely? Do you like the idea of making people run away from you in terror? Then do WE have the invention for YOU! – Geekologie

6 – A list of the top four pies ever. Contentious - Interestment

5 - Steel drums make everything sound happy. Look, here’s a steel band playing Joy Division songs. And they’re ACE – Mychemicaltoilet

4 - Here’s a feature called Ask The Sluts which, experience has taught us, is never a good idea. Ever – Domesticsluttery

3 – But Madonna! Your ARMS! – Bestweekever

2 - You know the world’s 100 most offensive jokes? Here are the punchlines to them – Coed

1 – A man flipping off zoo animals. The most joyous thing you’ll see all day, and another winner from Black20…

OK, Kelly Clarkson didn’t say all children can eff off – but if she had any of her own she’d utterly resent them.

OK, she didn’t say that either. But she probably would, because Kelly Clarkson has told a newspaper that she’d be a terrible mother. And, although she didn’t specify it in so many words, we’d guess that she’d make a fairly rubbish dad as well.

This is because Kelly Clarkson thinks her job is too selfish, and not because she wouldn’t be able to get used to all the constant atonal shrieking. She’s already desensitised to that, for some reason.

It’s fair to say that we’ve got this far in life by never listening to anything that Kelly Clarkson says. This holds especially true for anything that Kelly Clarkson says in a sequence of modulated notes that are accompanied by any form of music, but it also goes for things that she actually says in a normal speaking voice as well.

Like when Kelly Clarkson said that she’d sell more records if she wrote all her own songs, we didn’t listen to her. That’s just as well because the resulting album was My December, and it was so intensely hopeless that most people generally agree that they’d have a better time trying to gnaw their arm off in a disturbing Saw-style torture game than anything involving actually having to hear it.

But now we’re willing to relax our stance, because Kelly Clarkson has said something we more or less agree with – that she’d be a bad mother. True, our reasoning may vary a little – she says she doesn’t want children because her job is too selfish, we say she doesn’t want children because inevitably she’d get hungry and eat one of them – but let’s not quibble here. US Weekly reports:

“Oh, my God, I have no desire,” the American Idol winner, 26, tells USA Today. “I would not be a good mother. “I mean, I love being an aunt to my niece and nephew,” she continues. “And I used to want to, like, adopt 10 kids — because I had friends who were adopted, and I thought that was the coolest thing, to be chosen. But…my job is too selfish.”

Kelly Clarkson is right, of course – she would be a bad mother. So, with that in mind, it’s a good job that Kelly Clarkson is famously resolute in her opinions, because we’d hate for her to go back on her statement and actually have a child, because that child would grow up having categorical printed evidence that his mother wasn’t very good at her job, and he’d no doubt develop all kinds of severe deep-set psychological issues based on the very real fear that one day his mother’s flaw will manifest itself by her attacking him with pins or deliberately burning his hand on a cooker and then pretending she didn’t.

So, yes, well done Kelly Clarkson. We’re proud of you.

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Split down the middle.

Folded:

• In For The Kill by La Roux – Skreams remix (addictive like crack. Or maybe popcorn)
• Pronouncing Noilly Prat correctly and looking smug (have a go, you won’t get it right. You probably won’t know what it is either – or care frankly)
• Being nice to people with Saturday jobs (we’ve all been there, or perhaps you’re still there? It’s crappy, so give lower management drongos a hard time instead)
• Apocalypto (add this to your ‘may have missed’ list and get yourself involved)
• Old Fashioned (make like Double D)

Creased:

• New Skins (even worse than old Skins)
• Kelly Clarkson (can this girl sing anything without screaming? It’s as though she’s having a permanent tantrum)
• Shooter (oh, it looked so tempting in Asda for a fiver)
• Hating friends with iPhones (…is kinda difficult when you want one so bad yourself)
• Bed hair (possible only for a privileged few. Throw some water at it if you see them)

The internet, eh? Sometimes it can be really annoying.

Like that time Lindsay Lohan accepted our MySpace 'friend request.' How was hecklerspray supposed to know that 'friend request' didn't mean 'please stand outside my house shouting inappropriate sexual slurs before being dragged off by the police in a haze of tear-gas and rubber bullets'? And don't even get us started on that time the internet promised us a load of money from Nigeria.

Pain is only relevant, however, if shared by a celebrity. Any fool knows that. Which is why hecklerspray is particularly enamoured with Kelly Clarkson - she hates the internet too, and she's going to tell you all about it. Well, actually, we are. In a vaguely sarcastic manner. Before linking to the story itself. Come on, you know the score by now.

Why does Kelly Clarkson hate the cyber-realm all of a sudden? Because it went behind her back and stole some of her new unfinished tracks, that's why. Then what did the internet do? It went and shared them, with the entire world. The unimaginable bastard.

The four songs in question go by the names of Close Your Eyes, Ready, One Day, and With a Little Bit of Luck, which sound less like chart-topping pop classics and more like George describing the rabbits to Lennie. Hecklerspray for one eagerly awaits the next big Clarkson single: I Done Killed Some Girl By Petting Her Hair Too Hard (feat. Justin Timberlake).

What are Kelly Clarkson's thoughts on the whole thing? She had this to say:

"I write all the time – lots of stuff not meant to ever be released, just working on ideas. The fact that people have heard music that's not ready yet sucks, but I hope they like it."

If anyone is interested, we're happy to tell you that the tracks are said to have a 'folksy arrangement' with a 'bare-bones country approach'. We're also happy to tell you that you should consider getting out of the house more. You're actually interested in what new Kelly Clarkson material sounds like? Are you serious?

What next – you're going to get all excited about Shakira's really deep new lyrical content? Is that what's going to happen? Christ, you need to make some changes, man. Pretty soon you could find yourself writing about Kelly Clarkson's new songs in a vaguely sarcastic manner, before linking to the story itself. And how much of a loser would that make you? Eh? Eh?

Eh?

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Kelly Clarkson Annoyed By Leaked Tracks - Reuters