Ahhh, Rebecca. Rebecca Black. How we’ve missed you. You’re a genius, a true internet hero who has managed to make an actual career off the back of one of the worst, most cringeworthy songs in recent history, “Friday.” Rebecca, one can only imagine, sat down to tackle the tricky problem of what her next musical venture could possibly be.
Rebecca: “Right, so Friday is a viral success, what’s the next step. What could we possibly do now?”
Advisors: “Umm… errrr…”
Silence. Tumbleweed blows past the window of the large California mansion. A lone dog barks in the distance.
Two years pass
Advisor 1: “I’ve got it, I’ve got it! I know what comes after Friday, it’s Saturday! You can make a song called Saturday!”
Handshakes and backpats all round. A man in a suit brings 25 bottles of champagne to the table and someone racks up some lines of coke.
The video is an odd mix of childlike fun (running on the beach with sparklers) and something more sinister. It looks as if they’re having a party—and look at those red cups—I have a hunch that alcohol just might be involved.
Also, why does one of the only black guys in the video get arrested at the end? The best guess is that Rebecca Black is coming through with some hard hitting social commentary on the profiling of young black males by the police. Right?
Cleanse your ears and soul.