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"Oh, hey, uh, you," Daughtry tentatively replies, none too suavely, struggling to put a name to her face.
"Chris, it's me. Kat. You know, 'McPheever!'" cries Katharine McPhee. Breaking a futile pause for recognition, she nervously adds, "We were on season five of Idol together. I, um, came in second."
At last making the connection, fourth-place finisher Daughtry looks away and says coolly, "Right. Yeah. It's been awhile."
Playfully hitting his shoulder, McPhee makes an attempt at conversation, "So, what have you been up to?"
Daughtry answers, "I sold 2 million records." An awkward silence follows. "So I have to go rock now," he says casually and turns to walk toward the sounds of cheering fans. A realization suddenly hits him, and he stops and asks, "Say, you're here why exactly?"
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