Among those stories were a few about Amanda, who, she assured us, was definitely terrible.
“One time, I was waiting outside the stage door before a concert, and Nick came out to say hi to all the fans,” she said. Plus it brought M2M to brief stardom in the US (more on that in a later post).
Hitting someone with a baseball bat definitely sounded like something a gold-digger like her would do. “Lullabye” is a sensual ballad sung from the point of view of Jigglypuff. Anyway, Willa’s first album dropped in 2001, and the first single off of it, “I Wanna Be Bad,” was a moderate success.
The summer after that, Amanda/Mandah changed her name to Willa Ford and released an album, Willa Was Here. The thing about 2001 was that the market was absolutely saturated with blonde pop stars and wannabes. Christina had not yet gone “Dirrty” and was still to many people basically indistinguishable from Britney.
One of the stops on her promotional mall tour was near me, so my friend Holly – not the one who was going to marry Nick – and I decided to go buy her album and get it signed, because why not. So willing to put the bracelets of the common man on her delicate, Hollywood-bronzed wrists! Jessica Simpson’s second album had not quite proved itself to be the bomb it was yet, and Mandy Moore hadn’t yet branched out into acting.
As you’ve probably already figured out from my breathless babbling about the Spice Girls and Miley Cyrus, I love me some bubblegum pop music.
This love was sparked by Spice in 1997 and fanned into a righteous flame by the Backstreet Boys in 1999, and my music collection contains not just the complete oeuvres of BSB, Nsync, Britney, and Christina, but a fair amount of one-hit wonders and also-rans like Dream and Nobody’s Angel.
The other night found me down a You Tube rabbit hole of The Forgotten Ladies of Pop, Circa 2000, and so I thought I’d kick off a new series here to talk about them. See, Amanda/Willa dated Nick Carter of from 1997 to 2000 – the years when the stratospheric rise of the Backstreet Boys was matched only by Nick’s trouncing of Brian and AJ as the heartthrob in the band.
Thus, poor Amanda quickly became the most hated woman in America.
It only got worse when she was revealed to be an aspiring singer, because of course she was just using Nick, what a tramp, etc., etc.
The venue was standing room only, so we, being the dedicated fans we were, arrived nine hours early and stood there – no lie – in the snow in order to be as close to the front as possible during the concert.