But I wouldn’t be the one to tell Chris people are avoiding him. Imagine the sceniero:

Manager: Apparently, Chris, they want you to sing no love songs.
Chris: “No Love Songs”? Yeah, I’ll sing that!
Manager: No Chris, they want you to sing no love songs. None whatsoever.
Chris: Why not? You know my loves gone on and on and on and on and –
Mangager (cuts in): And they’re avoiding you, your fans have gone.
Chris: What kinda gone are we talking about here?
Manager: The vanishing kind! Wherever they, thery’re anywhere but here.
Chris: Where? The wal-mart parking lot? You’re wrong; they love me! They’re never ever gone!
They think my songs are great – especially the ballads – the chicks dig it! And I’ve got to sing – what else can I do?
Manager: Well Chris, just breathe in and breathe out, put one foot in front of the other …