I'm obsessed with Empire. HELP ME

I vowed to myself a few years ago that I would never fall into the 'cult tv show' trap ever again.

It's not that I feel like I'm better than anyone with a Netflix account, or that I've purposely decided to go against the grain from the LoveFilm life. I haven't set out to boycott pop culture by only eating twigs and leaves, or ditching all my hot meals for yoga classes. Oh no, in fact it's very much the opposite. I get far too emotionally involved with EVERYTHING I watch.
My friends will confirm it's embarrassing and slightly strange to watch.

I somehow have the inability to watch a Great British Bake off final without breaking down in tears out of shear happiness for the winner. A year ago you'd find me on a Monday night drowning in a duvet frantically yelling at Binky Falstead to leave Alex and move on with her life - all my Made In Chelsea fans will know what I mean.
All in all, it's for my own (and everyone else's) safety that I stay away from any TV series.

This all went down the drain when Empire arrived.

There are so many thriller, crime and comedy cult shows based around predictable or samey back drops and story lines. The thing that caught my eye about the sassy drama was of course the fact that it's based around the music industry. It's the perfect mix of drama, action and quick humour - all tied together by a killer cast and a fresh story line. 

I won't give away too much, but I will mention that all the music behind the show has been produced by the genius known as Timberland. Enough said.

If you need me very late on a Wednesday night, you will find me glued to 4od and a bowl of popcorn. My TV fast has ended, my will power has gone. Empire you won.




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