US Weekly is reporting that Justin Timberlake is set to score a cool million for performing at the Bar Mitzvah of a billionaire’s son.
This is somewhat reminiscent of my mom’s heartfelt attempts to get Manilow to play Rodef Shalom for my own (still incomplete) stroll into manhood. Instead I settled for pouring the last few drops of several bar bottles into a single glass shortly after which I spent most of the reception talking to guests through a bathroom stall door.
By today’s Bar Mitzvah standards, an appearance by a popstar is no big deal. But in this case, Timberlake may have to lip synch thanks to a recent throat surgery.
Pop stars I can stomach. But lip syching in shul? What happened to tradition?