Kelly Price will probably be the first celebrity to walk away from a reality show, losing fans.
Okay, maybe she is not the first to do this. Celebrity Apprentice continuously makes me lose interest in a bunch of folks including the Donald himself. But Price ain’t just any has-been; she is someone with big talent and is still in-demand. But it is clear that her stint on reality television is ruining Price’s career. And I hate to see her throw it all away
I was rooting for Price, even through what, so far, has been a less than gainly showing on R&B Divas: LA edition. I had convinced myself that her personality on television was just that; for television. After all this is just the spinoff of the first “R&B Divas,” and quite frankly, comes off as formulaic to the original. Instead of a tour (like in the original series), the divas are working on drafting a school play…er…I mean, a black woman-themed monologue. And like the original, there is a villain. In this case it is Price but I guess somebody had to be this series’ Nicci Gilbert. Nevertheless, I tried to ride with Price through what were obvious shenanigans. I excused her rudeness to both Chante Moore and Fred the director over the trajectory of the play she had admittedly been too busy to participate in. I mean, it was her scheme after all so why wouldn’t we expect her to a say about the play’s logistics?
I took her explanation at face value, when she told Michel’le that she was “getting into character” after showing up to monologue rehearsal with a book bag full of vaseline, a straight-edge and tim boots. I mean, I haven’t been in a fight since I was a teenager but I know for a fact, ain’t nobody waiting for you suit up to start swinging – so obviously that whole scene had to be for play. I even tried to ride for her when she and her creepy talking shadow (Dawn Robinson) quit the monologues and left the other divas high and dry, without an anchor singer, to help justify why anyone, during this hard economy, would want to pay money to hear folks sing “five-five with brown eyes,” which is the only part we actually know from “Caramel.” I mean, Lil’ Mo and Chante Moore? Sure, they had plenty of hits. But I want to hear En Vogue. And if I can’t hear En Vogue, at least give me Lucy Pearl. I’m just saying.
But this one woman (plus Dawn) monologue show, which, Kelly, in grand fashion, boasted to Chante Moore about (after throwing shade at Moore’s potential to do the same), is pretty much the final ridiculously-conceived straw that broke this fan’s back. Funky Dineva said of the teaser video, which is available on Kelly’s YouTube channel: “And Kelly Price’s finished version is worse than one of those church skits that sister Debrah would make the children’s choir do at Easter!”